Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

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Chapter One Hundred and Sixty

There was a long silence before Thane finally spoke up.

“You don’t look like a member of this pack,” Thane states.

“I am not, but I and the other had managed to camouflage as one of your soldiers; the security was tight–tighter than we anticipated, so we had to change the initial plan; the direct order had been to wait till dawn before attacking.”

“And who gave you these orders?” Thane questioned, seemingly satisfied by his answer.

“We don’t know who this person is; he always sends his messenger to deliver the message.”

“You risked your lives for a man who you’ve never even seen,” Thane commented, clearly amused by their stupidity “What is the name of his messenger?”

“I don’t know,” the man said. Thane wasn’t satisfied with that answer. He unsheathed his dagger, “Thorin–the messenger’s name was… Thorin.” The man stuttered out.

“Good“, Thane says, retreating. “When was the last time you spoke to him?”

“Three days ago, that had been before we got into this pack.”

“Thane?” Axel called from where he stood, which was beside a rusted metal desk, he had a black piece of clothing in his hands- likely belonging to my attacker; he had fished out at piece of paper from one of the pockets. He passed the paper to Thane, who joined him.

at what was written

for

Thane snarled out the term like it disgusted him.

cell, he thrusted himself forward “We were asked to kill the Lycan; we were also given a map of this pack to show which room exactly we were

they would have come here if they knew who truly they were up against or how powerful a Lycan could

sent to

another warning?” Axel wondered aloud

the elders; they would do better than this. I believe whoever sent them was also not as informed either,” Thane replied

shook. “More than I could ever imagine,

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were offered everything,” the man said. He let out a small, sad laugh. “I always thought it was unreal to promise this much, but now I know that they weren’t really counting

had deceived you; I am the Lycan,

all clicking in his mind. “Fuck you, Thorin,” the man silently cursed the

out his gun; the weapon was very different from the one he had given me, and then he shot. A hole was dug into the man’s heart, his blood spattering, staining the wall and the

that,” Thane says to me, but there was something hollow and very distant in his eyes,

a few hours ago,

possible that there are others who know about the fact that a lycan lives in this