Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter Forty Three

The dress Thane had picked out for me wasn’t that bad. Though it revealed my back and threatened to go lower, the front was decent enough, exposing a little of my cleavage. The green dress had two slender straps and a deep slit. It was beautiful.

Thane walked in, already fully dressed; of course, he didn’t need much to look as spectacular as he did now.

“Sit,” he says, pointing at the chair, and I take my seat, knowing if I don’t, there will be consequences.

He selected a large diamond necklace with matching earrings, and he put them on me. I didn’t miss his hands lingering on my neck longer than supposed. But he hadn’t stopped there; he had proceeded with my hair. It was indeed a surprise; one would never expect a man like Thane to have the patience required to learn hair styling

“How did you learn how to do this?” I asked, staring at the mirror. My hair was in an updo, and I was sure I had never looked this beautiful.

“I did this for my that

other a few times,” he admitted, but there was this look in his eyes told me he wasn’t telling me everything yet. “Perfect,” he says when he is done. Thane had never complemented me before; it wasn’t just his thing, so this was the closest I’ve gotten to that, and my heart warmed.

“I’ll be here to support you, just in case you can’t walk well,” he teased.

“I can walk around just fine,” barely.

“Then maybe we should change that?” he suggested.

“Do you ever get tired?”

“No, not really, and you should get used to it.”

that, he held hands, leading me to the

not kind of late?”

the feast had already begun, but common

etiquette is that?”

we arrive early and help with the decor?”

as were the Alpha King, Slade, arid his mate,

we could ever be able to consume. To the side,

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and Thane had also joined in

tension building up in the room. “You killed six or more to teach others a lesson,”

more if I have to,” Thane promised, his

C

who was in red, hadn’t touched her food once; the veil still covered her face, and she had black gloves on her hands. As usual, no skin was left uncovered. I couldn’t help but pity

dancers had also

her,

questioned. I didn’t like being the center of attention, but

me to make things worse. “Their blood is literally on your hands; after all, they are your people; you know that, right?”

to be punished,” I answered for the first time, staring right at him, knowing deep down

side.

even fought them…”