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.

minutes had passed, and yet,

time in here, in your dressing room,”

I

jeans aren’t so bad,” he says.

the jeans till it was way past my waist. “This could contain

you sure… it would be interesting to

out and passed it to me. I quickly did away with the jeans, putting on the sweatpants; they were big, but a cool

work,” I say to

“Most definitely”

where we were going, but what I

giving us a bow, before walking past us, but I didn’t miss her eyes on Axels‘ and I entwined hands. I let go of

it shut.

pulled open the double doors, letting me

were dozens of target ring and mannequins, which seemed to have been placed

I knew by the

we are kind of early, and I think

learning

those target boards and dummies for now,” Axel says. “So which would you like to try first, an arrow or a gun?… others weapons would come in later”

I decided.

it

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

gun

death” he says, and I nodded, imaging myself

to me, and I sidestepped, avoiding

at

has to do with your self confidence; you have the werewolf sense; that makes you stronger than you think; you just have to let your mind know that,” he said, picking

I took it. “Now give your shot at that wooden mannequin by the left,” he says, and I nod, shooting.