Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

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Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Nine

One month later.

It is strange how time flies. The hours turned into days, days into weeks, and a month had gone by.

Not a single day did I stop thinking about Thane and Axel; not a single day had I stopped crying. I was a mess. I thought I could heal from this pain, but I couldn’t. Once, I dreamt they came for me; oh, how real the dream felt, and then I awoke, and here I was, in the Raven Clan.

They say time should heal all wounds, but even time couldn’t heal this.

I woke up with a start.

It had been another dream about Thane. Another dream that felt too real.

I sobbed silently.

I had been here for a whole month and I had never left the room. I was a shell of the person I one was. I should fight this. Thane might be out there, with another woman standing in my place, and I would remain here, a total mess. I deserved better, yet I couldn’t find the strength to walk out of that door and meet new people.

My mother walked in, a tray in her hands; she didn’t bother looking at me, and only now did I notice that we haven’t talked in two weeks even though I saw her daily; she would always bring me a tray of food and then return after some hours to take back the uneaten food. The last time she spoke to me, she begged me to eat something I hadn’t said anything and maybe she finally did give up.

placed the tray of food on the table, taking the previous one I still didn’t

bath,” she says

with everything pretty much the same.

like the days before, my mother walked into my room, but unlike other days she didn’t have a tray of food in her hands, and coming to think about it, she was early today. Wait, what

are leaving this place right now,” she said, clearly

kick me out of this pack; I have nowhere

thought that, “I meant you have to leave this room; you’ve been here long enough, and you need to get out there, socialize, meet with new people, meet other men. He

every right to be; I would be furious at myself if put in her place.

and Sixty

I said, and she looked surprised by my answer.

she repeated, still shocked at how

get dressed,” I

the anger

in casual pants and a hoodie;

me out of the room.

going?” I asked her

the whole pack. I just finished working, and I’m free for

I questioned, “You work?”

their cook, and