Contract With Alpha Logan

Chapter 73

Graham POV

“What? No! Never!” I blurted.

She chuckled humorlessly. “Zoe confessed she murdered my father because our packs would have merged once he passed away, as dictated by the laws. She also asked you to give me an anti–pregnancy shot for a period of two years so that I couldn’t have babies with you. And she did all this just for her own ambitions–to become the Luna of three packs without having to fight.” She shook her head. “She played you right from the beginning and you got played flawlessly. I am so happy that you got what you deserved–a pathetic bitch like Zoe.”

A shudder ran down my spine. Zoe had confessed? At first, my mind went numb, and I stared at her with a blank expression. I said through my clenched teeth, “This is all a f**king lie! Zoe was never involved in killing your father. He died of a heart attack!” I swallowed saliva down my throat. “Zoe needed my protection because she

was abused.”

“Stop lying!” she yelled. “For goodness’s sake, stop lying. You and Zoe killed my father to usurp my pack! You thought you were doing it and only you and Zoe were involved in it?” She let out a rough exhale. “Well, let me inform you—she did it at Alpha Liam’s behest. You thought you could make her your Luna after throwing me in dungeons, all while making it appear like a natural consequence of a jealous Luna? But did you know that she would have returned to her husband?”

Zoe loves me. And you have no witness about your father,”

with red eyes, as if she was stopping her tears. “I will slap a case of murder

brushed her knuckles. He tugged her to sit in the car, but she resisted, turned to look ‘over her shoulder at

do some math and you’ll know.” Saying

into a loop

saw their cars zipping past us. She threatened me of slapping another case on me about her father’s

late in the night and I didn’t want to meet anyone. My pack was silent, as if they were mourning

of whiskey for myself, but I gulped it in one go and picked up the whole bottle instead. The burning sensation of whiskey did nothing to quell my dread and misery. I felt like a husk. I remembered how Kylie used to come to me in times of melancholy and my mood would lift. She was my mate and losing my mate was gnawing at my

pup, then all that I cherished would be lost in

Zoe helped me

my fingers in my hair. Did Zoe really play with me? Kylie had definitely planted seeds of doubt in my mind. I started calculating the days when I met Zoe and when we f**ked each other. Zoe said that she was pregnant with my pup, then how come Kylie was so sure that she was pregnant with Liam’s pup? Goddess! If that was the truth, I would be damned. Frustration mounted, and I threw the bottle across

if she would come instantly and talk

life. I had lost my mate and Luna for

of confusion