Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter Seven

(Riley’s POV)

I didn’t know what my mother had against Alpha Thane and his father, but she had agreed to come with me after I had persuaded her. I had to tell her what Ryker had wanted me to be—a little pet for him—and that was all she needed to finally change her mind. Though she didn’t like this idea and I knew it, we both knew we had no other choices, and I would rather die than leave my mother here.

She helped me pack up. I had only a few things; I picked out only the important things, and a single bag was enough to contain my stuff.

.

Alpha Ryker walked into my room, not bothering to knock.

“You know it is very unappropriate to walk into a lady’s room without knocking, right?” I questioned, and my mother gave me a questioning look, but this time I didn’t listen.

“Now the true Riley shows herself; I knew you had all that pent-up anger in you for a long time; I actually expected you to slip in the mating ball last night, and I am totally surprised you didn’t.”

him to pick up a single framed picture of me and my mother, the only one I had. I

Alpha Thane,” he asked

everything, Ryker. I am the Luna to an Alpha; I bet you know the consequences if you do try touching

walking closer. For a moment, I believed he was going to hit me. For a moment, I believed he wouldn’t be able to control his anger and would forfeit getting beaten up by my Alpha

when he watched me walk away with Thane in the ballroom. He was powerless when it came to me; in some way, I was protected

I will make your mother’s

do that,” I say. I didn’t miss the slight look of surprise in his eyes before he masked it yet again. I pushed past him. “Sometimes I wondered why you care so much; I am no longer your mate; you

and I was going

what you thought? that you were going to have

perks

let you use me one more

you, when I had said all those same words

deserve each other, but do you know what you don’t

virginity, promising you falsities,

my mother’s turn to speak now. “Hold it there, young boy; you will not speak to

but a slave; shut

the furry building up in my room. “Get out of my room, or else

his lips, one I would so love to wipe

but I promise you, you won’t last two weeks with him. You would come back and beg for forgiveness, ready to be whatever I want you to be just to remain in this pack, and do you know what I would do then?” He asked without waiting for an answer,