Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Forty Eight

I walked into the healing room with a tray of food. I set it down on the table.

“How are you feeling?” I asked Balley.

She didn’t look any better than she had been a day ago; her face was still scarred; she looked like she had been through crap and that she had been.

“They fixed up the bones that had been broken, stitched the wounds, and cleaned them up. that is the best they could do,” Bailey responded after a few moments of silence.

“I’m… I’m so sorry for what happened to you.

“Are you truly sorry? I mean, this must be what you have wanted all this time, right?”

“No, I would never wish this–not even on my enemy.”

“Bullshit,” she says, and I had been about to retort but decided against it.

“Those injuries–would they ever heal?” I questioned.

“The injuries would heal after a few days, albeit they would leave nasty scars, but nothing I can’t take; the missing fingers would regrow after a few months, but the burn,” she says referring to the burn on her face. “This was inflicted by magic.”

that mean It will never heal?” I questioned.

a longer time for that to clear off–maybe

imagine the pain

“I wanted to tell you, thank you,

me, even if

that is better than nothing.”

I made was for me–not for this pack; I knew a time would come when Nyaos would want his revenge on me

they are more powerful than they ever had been.

suspected it from the wind; Nyaos could never create a wind so strong in the past,

I have to give it to you, you are really brave.”

“Don’t look at me like that,”

offended by her tone.

+25 BONUS

pity, I

sorry,” I said, looking

asked, sitting up slightly, while she tried to hide it. I knew the

do you

didn’t miss her emphasis on the word ‘mate“. “You were mad at me; I knew it; I know you hate me. So what I am asking is why you came back for

felt when