Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

hapter Ninety Five

Chapter Ninety Five

“She did nothing. The one responsible had been killed,” I said, my voice cold. I couldn’t give any detail away, it was no longer a game, not with my mother involved.

my room.

“A woman was killed, yes. But the one responsible wasn’t. Your mother had been in How couldn’t I tell? I can never forget that scent he says with a smirk. “My son is either growing weak or trying to spite me.”

“Is it a shame you couldn’t ask my mother this question yourself?”

“I would have, but she is undee’s protections, so it could be quite… difficult,” he says,

and I snort. His gaze trailed down my body, and I held back the shiver of pure disgust.

“It hadn’t been difficult for her to get to you,” I retorted only to spite him.

“Hell hath no fury like a woman seeking revenge,” he says. And the resentment I felt threatened to break through my calm facade.

“You should be ashamed of yourself” I hissed out “If you hoped to get anything from mè then apologies your royal highness, I know nothing, so whatever you have to do, make it quick.”

“Quick. No. That’s not going to happen. This would be a very long day. But first we talk. I ask the questions, and you answer.”

“Go fuck yourself,” I say to him, and a very wicked smile stretched on his lips, he had been playing along but it was time to get to ‘business‘. This time I couldn’t hide the cold shiver.

“I am disappointed; my son didn’t train you the way I did his mother. Perhaps I could help with that.”

“Very funny you keep referring to him as your son; does he still remember that? Does he still remember that you are his father?”

I expected a slap or a punch… anything, and when it didn’t come, I felt more unease. He had said it; he liked being unpredictable, and I didn’t like that one bit.

don’t have a father,” he says. “Have you ever wondered who he was?, It could be anyone–a road side drunkard, a soldier, a captive, or… even me,” he whispers. “I must admit that breaking

shaking and I didn’t even realise

her believe

“Stop talking”

love over and over again, only to end up in

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shell of the

she once

ce was?.”

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up, you bastard!” I screamed, struggling against my chain.

talk about; I’d rather give you a taste. I do not think my son had ever done it

me and you are

He was so close, I could smell him, and I hated him. I thought Ryker was the only man I could ever truly hate, but I hated this man who was invading my personal space.

of my hair… tight, and he brought it to his nose. Inhaling deeply, he made

miss this too; you scent so much like

away from me. I held in my tears; no, those were not useful now,

door and then

here, but

open. I leaned into my chair, my hands completely bruised from struggling against the

a cloak. She rushed to me, a key in her hands. She unlocked the cuff, binding my hands and then my leg, before freeing me from

looked very

said, and I knew who that voice belonged to. It was Freya; how couldn’t I have

pumping in my veins. She led me through the door. I was surprised to see that I had

his way here too; I guess my husband’s plan didn’t work as well as he had planned. Always underestimating his son.” She muttered the

is not because of