Contract With Alpha Logan

Chapter 170

Biancha POV

Dread ran down my skin as I looked at the small bottle of potion. It was evident that it was a potion because of the green bubbly liquid it had inside. The liquid of frothing, spitting bubbles as if boiling, even though the bottle was cool to touch. This meant only one thing–the potion was a very strong one.

“I will not drink this,” I said in a quaky voice. “Are you trying to kill me?”

Aiden clenched his teeth as he opened his mouth, but on a second thought, he snapped it shut, muttering curses under his breath. Toren took my hand in his and squeezed it. “Please trust us, Biancha. This is for your own good.”

My forehead bunched up with tension. “What is this?” I asked, skeptical about their approach. “What are you guys hiding from me? The way you are behaving, it’s like there’s a secret between you two!”

Toren licked his dry lips, as if mulling over whether or not he should spill the secret. Taking a ragged breath, he said, “Biancha, Aiden and I read a lot of books about your… condition.”

“What do you mean by that?” I asked, aghast. “What is my condition? Am I dying?”

“No!” he countered. “Hell no!” He shook his head. “I chose my words wrongly. I mean your species.”

“My species?” My mouth dropped open as the tension got replaced by dread. Once again. Fear of what I could be gripped my mind.

He nodded. “We both believe that you are not a werewolf.”

I stared at him as if he had grown two horns on the sides of his head. “Then what am I?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

one of the last of your

I am tired of living my life like I shouldn’t have existed! And if I am the last of my kind, then what about the person who birthed me? What about my father? He is still out there!” By this point, I was shaking uncontrollably in rage and fear and desperation. “Tell me, Toren. Why are you after me? Why do you want to save me?” Tears of frustration welled

by my outburst, but he looked at Aiden in the rearview mirror and nodded. The moment the car halted on the side, I pushed open the door and got out of it. I ran towards the line of trees, a sob exploding out of me. “I hate this world!” I shouted at nothing. Probably I was at

continued to stay beside me as I ran deeper into the forest. I didn’t run very far because I was panting from all the built–up anger and trepidation inside me. Every breath I took was labored. Unable to run further, I sank to the ground on my knees and bawled. “What is going on?” I asked the

pulling me into his chest. Resting his head on mine, he tried

cried and cried. “I can’t take it any

that,” he said in a soft voice. “I love you. And I

leaned into him and closed my eyes, crying, but still feeling better that at least he was with me. When I settled, I said, “Can you

we talk about it in the car? Aiden is waiting for us, and no place is safe for you until we reach my

his chest. He looked tired, but he watched us as we made our way to the car. “I’m sorry…” I said to him. Without saying anything, he went to the wheels, and we resumed

There was

I asked. “I am

you aren’t a witch, but we both believe

be a succubus.”

beauty and allure were accompanied by an irresistible charm. They had features specifically to attract and tempt their victims. In the books I had devoured, I read succubi could

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from their victims. In layman’s terms, it

loved to eat normal food. But I wasn’t so hungry these days. After I turned eighteen, I always felt I was missing something.

I was the most beautiful girl they’d ever