Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Six

“Is it twenty–four hours yet?” I asked Axel.

“There is still twenty hours to go” Axel answered, and 1 groaned.

“Hey… what about now?”

“It is still twenty hours to go, maybe minus twenty seconds. Riley, you have to calm down.”

“Calm down? How do you expect me to calm down?” I asked, frustrated at everything. “You know what? I’m sorry… I know I could get very irritating, but these four hours feel like a whole day already.”

“Maybe because we are practically sitting down and waiting for twenty–four hours to pass by.”

“You have any ideas to pass time?”

“Have you ever used, a gun before?”

“That’s a random question. No, I just held it a few times.”

“Well then this would be fun… put on some pants, we got to go” he says.

“Well, my clothes are back in Thane’s room, and I am not going back there.”

“I could find something that is a bit smaller for me,” he says, staring me up and down. “You are really small.”

I glared at him, sticking my tongue out childishly. “Maybe you are just too big.” He laughed heartily at that.

“Come on, maybe we could find one small enough for you.”

I followed him to his dressing room.

passed, and yet, nothing fits me.

up passing all the time in here, in your

I

aren’t so bad,”

look at this.” I drew the jeans till it was way

you sure… it would be interesting to watch you

it to me. I quickly did away with the jeans, putting on

I say to him with a bright smile.

“Most definitely”

to… I didn’t know exactly where

walking past us, but I didn’t miss her eyes on Axels‘ and I entwined hands. I let go of his hand, but

it shut.

double doors, letting me in before slamming

which seemed to have been

one in yet?” I asked, I knew by the wideness of this

would be in a few hours… we are kind of

I would be learning how to

“So which would you like to try first, an arrow or a gun?… others weapons would come

gun,” I

it

opening a drawer loaded with weaponries, he picked out the single handgun, next, he checked if it was loaded. “This is actually necessary; always

gun

won’t easily lead to a werewolf’s death” he says, and I nodded, imaging myself pulling out a gun, pointing it at a ‘villains‘, and pulling the trigger, only to discover

to me, and I sidestepped, avoiding the hit; the gun

bad at

werewolf sense; that makes you stronger than you think; you just have to let your mind know that,” he said, picking up you stronger

it to me. I took it. “Now give your shot at that wooden mannequin by the left,” he