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.

and yet,

time in here, in your dressing room,”

I

aren’t so bad,” he

this.” I drew the jeans till it was way past my waist. “This

be interesting to

it to me. I quickly did away with the jeans, putting on the sweatpants; they were big,

say to him with a bright smile.

“Most definitely”

where we were going, but what I did know

past us, but I didn’t miss her eyes on Axels‘ and

it shut.

the double doors, letting me in before slamming it

of target ring and mannequins, which

is no one in yet?” I asked, I knew by the wideness of this place

they would be in a few hours… we are kind of early, and I think

would be learning how to shoot

boards and dummies for now,” Axel says. “So which would you like to try first, an arrow

gun,” I decided.

it

Starting with the handguns,” Axel says, opening a drawer loaded with weaponries, he picked out the single handgun, next, he checked if it was loaded.

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 it wasn’t loaded. That would be a

to me, and I sidestepped, avoiding the hit;

at

sense; that makes you stronger than you think; you just

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