Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Three

I turned around, trying to trace back the route to the pack house, but we had gone so deep into the woods I would never make it. Of course he caught up with me. I couldn’t fight free of his hold.

“Thane let me go.” I begged just as I did that dreadful night. But once again he wasn’t listening; his hold on me was unbreakable. I struggled, harder than ever before, but that didn’t deter him; he seem to know every of my moves even before I made them. I kicked him in the groin, and that only pissed him off. He tossed me into the air like I weighed nothing, and my back slammed against the hard trunk of the tree. I dropped to the ground, a wave of pain washed through me. I rose slowly to my feet, but he was no longer in sight.

“Thane!” I called out, but no one answered.

I called out his name over and over, trying to find him, but all I succeeded in doing was getting myself lost. I had never come this far on my own; my back hurt, and there would be more bruises on my body, but that I didn’t care about. What I did care about was the fact that Thane was out there alone; he wasn’t in his right senses. What if something happened to him?

A twig snapped, and that cut me out of my trail of thoughts. I stood alert.

“Is just me” Axel’s familiar voice announced, and I let out a breath of relief.

“He’s gone Axel; we have to find him; we have to…”

“We would only after I get you back to the pack house,” Axel said, handing me the robe he had come along with, I put it on with little difficulty.

noted, but again my well being wasn’t what

now.

did you know I was here?”

was disturbed; I guess he was trying to pass me some kind of signal; he

exactly happened?” he asks.

key details out of my little narration. I didn’t tell him

alive and well; he will be back, Riley; you don’t have to worry,

are you

can’t let you walk,

One Hundred and

+25 BONUS

two days

Thane, he gave the

back when he is ready.”

himself too. dangerous for me, yet I didn’t want to think about living without him; I loved him, and I didn’t care what he was, it wouldn’t