Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter Fifty Three

I did need my mother’s visit more than I thought I did and after that, I was finally calm. enough to fall into a restful sleep.

I didn’t know how long I slept, but something awoke me; I felt like I wasn’t alone in the room. I snapped my eyes open to see Thane watching me, like practically sitting on a stool close to the bed and watching me like a complete creep. Thane was the last person I expected to see.

My heart slammed fast against my rib cage, threatening to escape the walls.

“You scared the living day light out of me, Thane,” I said. He didn’t say anything, still staring at me with those dark amber eyes. Could I still be dreaming?. I pinched myself to make sure. I did feel that. This was no dream.

“I like watching you sleep,” he said, as if just realizing it. “I like so many things about you. I like when you are shy and embarrassed, but what I love most is watching you in tears. You cried for me, and it was a fucking turn–on.”

“That’s very creepy Thane, even for you.” He was turned on by my tears; that’s very disturbing and twisted.

“But you

don’t know me,” he says.

“You need to go to the healers.”

“Why do y

you worry so much?”

“I didn’t expect the punishment to be so brutal, you should have warned me so I would be more prepared,” I said, though I didn’t think anything he would say would prepare me fr that. I watched him, prying to see any form of discomfort or pain in his features, and found none. He must be very good at hiding it.

watch Riley; I knew it would affect

would have been worse staying here, left with my very

worse,” he said, and he was right,

I said seriously, seating

you want to know

“What?”

you, Riley; that’s all the

always have to be so… raw?. Heat pooled between my

and this is all you

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feel insulted, yet I did believe he was hurting. The fact that he had put

I asked, knowing he would

I bet

see how

was slightly stained with blood. I rose from the bed, circling him to get a good view at his back, and I gasped. The burns and the wicked–looking marks were still there, and just by staring at them, I knew they hurt deeply, but it wasn’t as bad as it had been the last I

I say.

I didn’t do this for you,” he said, and I inhaled

even i

would have done worse to me. Thank you, you act like a…”

had almost called him a