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

was going to come find me, for so easily forgiving him even

had been silent for way too

Nick questioned, and it took me a moment to respond.

am,” I say, approaching the strangers.

I

“We came here to seek your help,” he said to me, his voice quavering. I could tell this was a high–ranking wolf, and yet he stared at

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all their problems. He wasn’t the only his face; the woman by his side too had that similar

with that

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

for?” I questioned, still

like to sit?” the man asked, and I complied.

He began;

we had no idea what we did wrong, and of course, nothing was discussed before the full–out war. We

with your loss, and I am so sorry, but… how exactly did you think I could help you?” I asked, confused.

the attack came from–this

to do, and he

did I

to know that this wasn’t his doing. I also knew that Axel would never agree to

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