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.

of the

so exasperated by this time that I almost shouted, “Can you fucking tell what am I? I am tired of all this secret stuff going around me. 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

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

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 goddess. “What have you planned for me? Can you give me

and gently rolled his arms around my shoulders, softly pulling me into his chest. Resting

I cried and cried. “I can’t take it

you. And I know you love me.

least he was with me. When I settled, I said, “Can you tell me what is going on?”

he replied. “But can we talk about it in the car? Aiden is waiting for

against it with his arms crossed across his chest. He looked tired, but he watched us as we made our way to the car. “I’m sorry…” I

about all the extinct species and their traits. There was

“I am not a witch.”

aren’t a witch, but we both believe that you

be a

demon who seduced men, typically through sexual activity. Their exceptional 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 change their appearance to match the desires of the person they were seducing. Some of them were so strong that they could enter the

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succubi was that they drained the life force from their victims. In layman’s terms, it meant that they lived on the ejaculation

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

was the most beautiful girl they’d ever seen. Was I unknowingly altering my appearance