Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Forty Nine

“So I guess you didn’t exactly mean your words when you said ‘you hope I died?” she questions

“I thought I did; maybe I was wrong?”

“Do you know what I would have done if I were in your place?” She questioned, and I shook my head, indicating a ‘no‘. “I would have laughed right in your face before I stabbed you in the chest. Then I notify the others only when I was sure you were dead. I would tell them that I found a dead body in the middle of the woods. Of course they have no reason to doubt me.

If you had been expecting a thank you from me, then I am sorry to disappoint you. Shut the door on your way out,” she said before resting back on the bed.

“Do you think I came here for the sole purpose of checking on you?” I questioned her, keeping the emotion off my voice. I did come to check up on her, but she didn’t have to know this.

“Then why are you here?”

“I know there is more–something you are hiding, and I thought if I talked things out with you, you would be willing to spill the beans,” I said truthfully.

“Well, you failed woefully,” she said. That was it. I rose to my feet.

“Why do you always have to be such a bitch?” I called out.

“You see yourself as some hero for saving me, but you are not the hero; if you were, you would have gone for those elders too, instead of sitting idle here, where you would be protected. You are nothing but a coward.”

you, and I apologize for that.

you there would ever be

“You don’t seem to be able to move those hands right?” I continued before she could speak, “That makes you defenseless, and as the cowardly person I am, this is a very good time to attack; perhaps sparing your life was an unwise decision; I can correct all that here.” I said,

could sense her uncertainty. ‘Would she do it?‘ I could read the

a good person; she had a history; just like the other elders, they had all come together to administer brutal punishments on offenders, most times said ‘offenders‘ were just those against their rule; the

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Honda–tand

she was.

out of the healing room. It was all a waste of time; she was too much of a bitch to reason with; there was no need trying to.

what had woken me, but

it was just a bad

there was something wrong

closed, fast asleep, but he seemed to be

and that’s when I realized his temperature–he was literally burning up. I placed my hand on his forehead to be sure, and I was right; his body was so hot, and coming to think about it, that might have been what

collecting a bowl of warm water and a towel.

into the bowl and placed it on his head. He groaned.

called, but

he would be awake the moment he sensed I was, but now… something’s

was burning up–like really, really hot–and the towel I placed on his head