Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Seventy

Dinner was nothing like I expected.

Back in the Nightshade pack, meals were a subdued affair chatters but nothing as loud and carefree as this.

It was the complete opposite here.

there could be a few occasional

Nick joked and laughed with everyone; the table was so loud and strangely comforting, but what was even more comforting was the fact that there weren’t people staring creepingly at me. Sure, a few glanced, but not with the curiosity members at the Nightshade Pack did.

“Does she speak?” one of the men asked, referring to me.

“I

“Yes, I speak,” I answered, and many paused their chattering.

“She does speak,” another said out loud, seemingly surprised.

“You thought I was… mute?”

Many nodded, and for some reason that was funny. My mother had a smile on her face too; that’s the most I had said the whole month. I did feel comfortable here, these people… there was something about them; maybe it was how welcoming they were or how very carefree and relaxed everyone was. Damn, even the Alpha was referred to as ‘Nick‘ by everyone in the whole pack; there was nothing like ‘titles‘ here.

My mother rose, gathering the plates, and some others joined her.

I stood too.

“I’ll escort you to the room when I am done,” my mother says to me.

“I don’t know; I was thinking about taking a walk,” I said, and my mother’s smile brightened.

“I can walk with you, show you around maybe–if you would want that,” Nick offered.

I don’t plan

can hardly get lost here,”

My

more excited

out a few places. “This is my room; by the corner is the hall, the training room–though many prefer outdoor

he states.

that is pretty

but again, everything about this place was different. There were no Alpha Chambers; his room was similar to the other

is nice,” I said to him.

1/3

Hundred and

just to be polite?, because I

being genuine; I do think this place is…

short moment of silence.

mother told me…

“She did, right?”

a caring woman,” he says, and

I agreed.

also cooks the

he liked my mother, but deciding it was a

I am curious; ask on.”

have a thing for my mother?” I asked, and he chuckled, a small smile curved on my lips. Nick was not

she

I’m sorry,” I apologize.

the packhouse. “We grow all what we consume,” he tells me, and I couldn’t

the farms anytime you are free.” I questioned

learn

people. I had managed to not think about Thane for a few hours; that was

back to my