Aria's pov
So here I was, back in this beach house prison. Still Damien's captive.
The arrogant Alpha had declared I owed him some bullshit debt. Twenty years as his kept woman to pay it off.
I hadn't even been there 24 hours when Talia showed up with paperwork.
She brought the original contract I'd signed years ago to save my ex-husband.
Now she wanted me to sign a new one.
Twenty years as Damien's mistress, with two options:
Sign it and get limited freedom in the city, as long as I followed his rules and lived here.
Or refuse and never leave this house again.
Like hell.
I slammed the contract away. "Damien has zero power over me anymore. Be his personal toy for twenty years? Over my dead body."
"You don't have to sign," Damien's voice cut in. He'd just
