Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Four

“Maybe he just can’t do it… with his half sister,” I said, putting emphasis on the word ‘half‘.

“Thane is not a

in ‘that‘ fieldleman, and I know for sure he wants you; he has no rules of conduct, not

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Five

“Then why, why did he turn me down?” I asked, and Axel had been about to say something, but he stopped.

He knew something, something he wasn’t going to tell me.

“Have you tried a DNA test?” Axel asked instead.

“On my way here, I ran into my mother who also brought that up… but I don’t see the need of going through that only to have my hope shattered?”

“Riley, I hope you don’t feel bad about me saying this, but your mother was with… others too, not just Slade,” he says, and I nod; I wanted to believe it too, I wanted to believe there was a chance.

“What are the test requirements?” I asked him.

“Thane’s blood or oral fluid,” Axel said.

“I’d prefer he doesn’t find out about the test until I get the results, and that would be impossible if I needed his blood or… saliva.”

“Then his hair would do, and I could get that for you.”

“You can?”

course,” he says with

you… so much

I needed him,

I owe you an apology,”

“Why?”

feelings and I simply moved. Also, when you were with Gloria, I was the reason you broke

been selfish.

but an object, never did I consider what it felt

up with Gloria’because I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable, but I was never planning on taking things

knows, maybe she would have grown on you.

but I am not a fool to come between another’s happiness to achieve that. Thane is closer than a brother, though he

then I realized what I had just said. What the

you too,

hadn’t even

was simply waiting for

felt easier. He had feelings for me just as I did; he could understand me. But with Thane, everything seemed complicated, and I always found myself wondering if I would ever be good

not to go back to

Axel walked in with a

says, staring at me rearranging the bed for the tenth

keep busy.

out a mini leather bag from his pocket.

I said as he passed the bag to me. I stared at the strands of brown hair; a part of me wanted to take it out of the bag

he warned. “I had to put on some gloves to get it

good at this,” I said. His smile was infectious,