The Alpha's Contract Marriage

Emotionally, it's as if I've been magically transported back in time to the medieval era. I've recently taken an oath of allegiance to a stranger, a man who now expects me to lead a pack – a role I'm not entirely confident in. Time is of the essence because this unexpected encounter has caught me off guard. His piercing green eyes, like gleaming emeralds, have stopped me in my tracks. The sharpness of his jawline and short beard lend him an air of danger. His words, delivered with a velvet-like smoothness, have left me feeling wounded. This is my hot, aloof husband, seemingly indifferent to everything, and I am far from prepared for this marriage. As he confidently strides into my life, his body sculpted with lean muscle and an effortless grace, I struggle to maintain composure. I can't help but wonder what kind of commitment I've just made. What have I gotten myself into?