Flash Marriage: Sold To The Possessive Daddy Alpha

~THALIA ~

My vision blurred as I opened my eyes. I didn't bother to look around because the antiseptic smell and the beeping of the machines made it clear I was in the hospital.

This noon, I was hit by a car. An expensive one.

The first thought on my mind when I woke up wasn't my injuries or the throbbing in my head. It was the car owner. I needed to ask the nurses who had attended to me. Whoever it was couldn't simply vanish after an accident like this.

I heaved myself up, grimacing, and was ready to swing my legs off the bed when I saw a male wolf sitting next to me.

He wore a polished suit that screamed old money. His scent was different from an ordinary wolf like me. His domineering aura filled the room like an Alpha. I bet he was definitely one.

I also recalled his car before I was unconscious. It was'Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire Droptail'. Anyone who can afford a car like that must be crazily rich.

"You're finally awake," he said, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You've passed out for two hours."

I shot him a brief, disgusted glare.

"You hit me. You need to pay me compensation!" I bellowed in fury.

"How much compensation do you want?" He inquired in a calm voice.

"500,000 dollars," I replied swiftly.

He didn't reply immediately. Clearly, he found me ridiculous.

Well, the truth of the incident was that I was the one who ran into his car when I was in a hurry. But before I lost consciousness, I thought of a plan when I saw how luxurious the car was.

I was only trying to gamble with my luck. I tried my fucking effort not to show how nervous I was. I didn't have any serious injuries apart from the bump on my forehead and my knees skin that peeled.

Although what I tried to do was shameful despite knowing the truth of the incident, I was only desperate. The only family I had left, Aunty Jasmine, was having lung cancer. We've spent all we had at the hospital, and yet it didn't get us anywhere.

Right there when I was hit by that luxurious car, I knew I must get the money to save her.

"This small injury of yours is worth 500,000? Isn't that an indirect robbery ?" He spoke in a deep voice.

I bit my lip."You don't look like someone who cares about a mere 500,000 dollars. Why not pay me to avoid trouble?"

"Pay to avoid trouble? So, if I don't pay, what do you plan to do to me? Huh?"

He kept looking at me with a reaction I couldn't decipher.

"Are all female wolves these days so shamelessly greedy?"

At that point, I saw that he wasn't ready to fall into my scheme, so I lost the little courage that I had. I decided to beg for the money with honesty. I became extremely anxious.

"Please, can you consider the money as a debt I owe you. I will be eighteen by tomorrow, and I will be able to work in a higher-paying job. I'll pay you back as fast as I can."

He laughed loudly as if it were the most insincere promise he had ever heard in all his years, and maybe it probably sounded quite ridiculous.

"Do you perhaps know who I am?"

"No, I don't."

"Then why do you think I will lend that huge amount to a stranger?"

My breath hitched. I clenched my hands to steady my nerves as if I were fighting a battle I must win. "Because you're very rich and rich wolves like being praised as a philanthropist."

He burst into another loud mocking laughter. "Oh, that's not me. I might be rich but I don't give my money to just anyone."

Suddenly, his aura changed, and it carried a hint of contempt.

"Well, my time here is up. Here's your compensation," he uttered as he dropped a bundle of money on the table.

"How much is that?"

"Ten thousand dollars and it's damn enough for you to recover for a month." He remarked.

Indeed, ten thousand dollars was a lot as compensation for my minor injury, but it was just a drop in the ocean compared to Aunty Jasmine's medical expenses.

"Normally, I wouldn't stick around for this long only to have you wake up and try to swindle me. But today, I just happened to have a lot of free time," he muttered.

After he finished speaking, he turned to leave. Just as he was about to reach the door, I dashed behind him and grabbed his clothes tightly.

"Please help me. I really will pay you back in the future. I can write you an official agreement." I pleaded desperately with tears dropping from my eyes.

~THALIA~

He turned to face me. The scrutinizing and playful look in his eyes made me feel more embarrassed, but I still didn't let go of his clothes. I was praying in my mind that he would change his mind and agree.

Then he chuckled softly. "Of course, I can give you the money."

I looked into his eyes in surprise. "Really?"

"However, I have a condition!"

"Oh, that's not a problem. I will agree to any conditions. As long as you lend me, I am even willing to serve you like a slave."

"Are you sure you can do what I want to ask you to do?" His somewhat hoarse voice rang in my ear.

Because of the way the two of us were standing very close, his breath was all over my body, making my skin turn red from the heat. I instantly shrank back slightly, my expression somewhat blank.

"For the next three years, you are mine." He proclaimed and walked closer to me.

When I heard those words, my heartbeat and breath stopped for a moment.

I looked up in disbelief at his impeccable handsomeness, and I was in awe. Because of the scheme that I was focused on, I hadn't realized how breathtaking he was until that moment.

But my admiration for him immediately stiffened into unease.

Seeing my expression, his lips curved into an even wider smile.

"You don't want to? I won't force you." He turned his back to leave.

"No, I'm willing!" I yelled.

"Are you sure?"

His inquiry was calm. The type of calmness that caused my heart to constrict.

"Absolutely, I am certain," I answered loudly as if increasing my volume could silence the faint voice in my mind urging me to flee.

For a short while, he merely observed me. His stare was deliberate and evaluative, as if he were unraveling me piece by piece, measuring my desperation alongside his intrigue.

Without saying anything, he reached into the inner pocket of his suit and took out a shiny black card that gleamed beneath the hospital lights. It was sleek, understated, and luxurious in appearance, just like him.

He extended it toward me.

My breath stalled as I stared at the card.For a heartbeat, the world narrowed to it, as though accepting it would tilt my life permanently off its axis. This wasn't just a card-it was a doorway. And once I stepped through, there might be no turning back.

What if he later demands more than I can give?

I stretched my hands to accept it, my fingers grazing him for an instant. An odd shiver coursed through me upon the touch.

I checked his name on the card and I was absolutely right about him. He was indeed an Alpha.

Alpha Cassian Frostclaw.

He was the sole heir of Alpha Darius Frostclaw, the ruling Alpha of the Frostclaw Pack. Their lineage was known for having only one son per generation, and they were always born as an Alpha.

His pack ranked as the most powerful among the seven largest packs in the area. They were affluent beyond belief, dreaded for their power, and honored for their authority.

He was known to be damn ruthless.

I wondered why he put up with my nonsense.

My stomach turned when I understood I had surely upset someone as powerful and unforgiving as him. At this time, I was unwilling to accept his offer, yet I couldn't stand the thought of losing Aunty Jasmine. I had to push the fear aside.

"You can think about it," he replied calmly. "If you still wish to proceed, contact me on Monday morning. I will inform you about where and how to find me."

"Alpha, I've mentioned that I'm ready. Just send the money, and we'll proceed."

"No," he said with a stern voice. "That's not the way this works. Think carefully. The instant you enter, there's no going back until the time is reached. I don't break deals."

His gaze fixed on me, intense and unwavering.

"That's why I'm giving you today and tomorrow," he continued. "To decide whether you truly want this. or whether desperation is speaking for you."

I gulped nervously, gripping the card more firmly. My heart raced, yet I wouldn't allow him to notice my anxiety.

"Okay," I replied after a pause.

"What's your name ?"

"Thalia.Thalia Emerson."

He didn't say another word after my response.

Silently, he pivoted and headed for the door. Every step he took was deliberate, assured like someone who already possessed what he desired.

The door snapped closed behind him.

I breathed out unsteadily, looking at the card in my grasp, my heart racing.

Three years.

I wasn't sure if I had discovered my salvation. or if I was committing myself to a cage.

Soon, a nurse came. She flipped through the file at the foot of my bed. She asked a few routine questions.

How dizzy I felt, whether the pain had reduced, if I remembered the accident clearly. I answered most of them automatically, my attention drifting in and out as exhaustion.

She checked the bandage on my head, adjusted the drip, and scribbled something down before offering a professional smile. "You're lucky," she said. "No internal bleeding. Just take your medications exactly as prescribed and avoid stress."

Stress. I almost laughed.

After another hour of instructions, signatures, and pills I barely registered, I was finally discharged.

~THALIA~

The moment I stepped out of the ward, the ache in my leg made itself known again. I hissed softly, gripping the wall for support before straightening. I couldn't afford to look weak, not now.

Since my aunty was admitted to the same hospital, I forced myself to walk across to the other wing. The hallway felt longer than it should have been, every step sending a dull throb up my head.

By the time I reached her ward, my palms were damp with sweat.

She saw me immediately.

Her face drained of color as she pushed herself up against her pillows. "Thalia!" she gasped, her voice sharp with panic. "What happened to your head?"

Before I could answer, her eyes dropped to my leg. She froze. "Why are you limping?" Her voice cracked halfway through the sentence.

I tried to smile, but it felt stiff on my lips. "I had an accident with my bike while working this afternoon," I said lightly, as though it were nothing. "I've been admitted here since noon."

Her expression shattered.

Tears welled in her eyes instantly, spilling over before she could stop them. She reached for me, her hands trembling. "I'm sorry," she whispered brokenly. "This is my fault. It's because of my illness that you're doing such dangerous work."

"No." I shook my head quickly and stepped closer, ignoring the pain as I took her hands in mine. They felt thinner than I remembered. So fragile. "Please don't say that," I said firmly.

"You've done more than enough for me. You raised me when you didn't have to. You fed me, clothed me, and protected me. This is nothing compared to that."

She searched my face, her tear-filled eyes studying me like she was afraid I would disappear if she blinked.

"You're going to get better," I added softly, squeezing her hands. "I've found a way to get the money for your treatment."

Her brows furrowed. "What do you mean by that?"

I inhaled slowly. "I'm going to sign an agreement with Alpha Cassian. Three years. In exchange for the money."

Her hands stiffened in mine.

"Alpha Cassian Frostclaw?" she breathed, shaking her head weakly. "No, Thalia. Please don't do that because of me. I don't want to be the reason you suffer. You know how cruel an Alpha can be."

I crouched slightly beside her bed so we were eye level. "Don't worry, Aunty," I said gently. "He won't hurt me."

She let out a small, humorless laugh through her tears. "How can you be so sure? How did you even meet him?"

"He was the one who hit me today," I admitted. I tried to swindle him for compensation at first, but he didn't fall for it.So. I begged."

Her eyes widened. "Thalia-"

"I've made up my mind," I cut in softly but firmly. "Even if he does hurt me, it's only for three years. Three years is nothing compared to losing you."

Silence stretched between us.

She stared at me for a long moment, then slowly looked away, her grip loosening.

I knew that look. She understood.

And she knew there was nothing she could say to stop me.

And neither of us uttered another word.

•×•×•×•×•×•×•

Monday came swiftly and I called Alpha Cassian.

He picked up instantly as if he had been expecting my call. He asked me to send my location so he could send a driver to pick me up.

Shortly after, the stylish black car pulled up, and I hopped in. The journey was calm, the engine's hum nearly serene, and I held my hands closely in my lap, attempting to compose my mind.

Upon reaching the destination, I was left speechless. The mansion in front of me was gigantic, featuring lofty ceilings, gleaming marble, and gardens so carefully arranged that they appeared otherworldly.

I had never envisioned entering a place like this, even briefly, as a guest or a maid. Its sheer elegance made my heart race even faster. The interior boasted a spacious and open sitting area, adorned with an elegance that was magnificent and subtle.

An array of drinks was presented to me, but I courteously declined, retrieving my own bottle of water from my bag. I'm not the type that easily eats or drinks anything outside.

Then Alpha Cassian walked in, his effortless presence dominating the space, imbuing the room with a tranquil authority. His Beta trailed behind, holding a document which he handed to me.

My fingers shook a bit as I grasped the folder and unfolded it.

It was a contract marriage agreement.

I didn't bother to read through it. I could withstand anything for three years.

I signed my full legal name with a steady hand and I observed as he signed too.

The agreement was completed.

He told me to move into the beautiful mansion and I asked for permission to bring my Aunty which he accepted.

Then, the money was instantly deposited into my account shortly after, validating that what I had both dreaded and wished for had become true.

I felt relief and anxiety clashing within me.