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

passing all the time in

I

jeans aren’t so

I drew the jeans till it was way past

be interesting

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

say to him with

“Most definitely”

to… I didn’t know exactly where we were going, but

but I didn’t miss her eyes on Axels‘ and I entwined hands. I let go

it shut.

pulled open the double doors, letting me in before slamming

mannequins, which

by the wideness of this place

hours… we are kind of early, and I think

learning how to

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

I

it

with weaponries, he picked out the single handgun, next, he checked if it was loaded. “This is actually necessary; always check if the gun is loaded so you won’t end up disappointed

gun

bullets, so while it would hurt to be shot with one of these, 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

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

at

confidence; you have the werewolf sense; that makes you stronger than you think; you just have to let your mind know that,” he

me. I took it. “Now give your shot at that