Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Seventy Four

It wouldn’t make sense for Thane to come here after everything. Yet, maybe I’ve been wrong all along; perhaps, just like me, he couldn’t stay away.

I never bothered to think about the fact that Gabriel wouldn’t refer to the Alpha King as someone‘, I didn’t want to think, my heart seemed to have a mind of its own. I followed Gabriel down the stairs, and all the while, I imagined scenarios of what it would be like to see Thane again. Would he be sorry for what he had done to me? Would I forgive him?

The answer was; Yes. Call me pathetic and foolish, but I knew that would be my answer if he pleaded genuinely. A part of me knew he would come–for me, and that part of me ‘waited‘ each day for him.

Was it possible to hate and love a person?

Yes, it was. I hated Thane, but also I loved him.

Finally, I walked into the living space, and there I noticed…

There was no Thane.

For some reason, that hit me so hard. I should have known better, but I didn’t.

I never realized how hopeful I really had been to see him again until now, and… I felt so disappointed.

“These peo

people are here to see you; do you know them?” Gabriel asked, and Nick, who had waited down stairs with the visitors, also waited to hear what I had to say.

No.

No. None of them looked familiar to me. Not the aged man, not the woman by his side, and definitely not the younger man who stood behind them.

wasn’t Thane and

thinking he was going to come find me, for so easily forgiving him even after everything. I felt even more furious at him

silent for way

it took me a moment to

I am,” I say, approaching

like the way he watched me; I feared.

“We came here to seek your help,” he said to me, his voice quavering. I could tell this was

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to all their problems. He wasn’t the only his face; the

with that

did finally look closer, I noticed the limp to the younger boy’s movement; he couldn’t be more than sixteen of age, and

you need my help for?” I

to sit?” the

He began;

and so it caught us all off guard; we had no

and I am so sorry, but… how exactly did you think I could help you?” I asked,

where the attack came from–this was done by the Nightshade. pack.”

other better things to do, and he wouldn’t go after

I

knew him well enough to know that this wasn’t his doing. I also

tossed a piece of torn clothing on the floor like it disgusted him to touch.