Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter 178

Chapter One Hundred and Seventy Eight

It had been scary at first.

The knowledge that Nick was in total control was scary, but when I ignored those fears, it was simply amazing. I looked down; from this height everything seemed smaller.

I lost track of time as we ‘flew‘, but too soon we plummeted downwards, and Nick landed elegantly. Only then did I notice how tight I had grasped onto his shirt.

“You could come down now,” Nick says, and I nodded, but my legs wouldn’t cooperate. He chuckled, helping me down.

“That was… wow,” I commented.

“I know right?”

“Is she here?, the sorceress, I mean.”

“Yeah, come with me,” he says. I followed after him.

We were in the woods; this had not been what I expected. A nervous feeling settled over

  1. me.

    dense plants with terrdrils formed a curtain, blocking our view from what lay ahead. Nick pushed aside the tendrils of the plants and walked in. I

    were even more flowers, their intertwined vines forming

    sorceress for the

    of those

    she had been around for a long, long time. Her face was grim, as if we had disturbed her peace and

    are here just as I earlier….

    services are not cheap; pay

    eyes found mine. She had this eerie feeling to her. She walked towards me, and it took me some great

    Nick’s gaze on me, reassuring me that

    fingers trailed down my face; her hands were cold–very cold.

    her words cut deep. I didn’t like this

    came here for…

    me, “I know what you came here for; I see it in your eyes; you are in search of a gift never freely given to you; you are here because you want to fight fate, and could that be impossible?”

    noticed the very skinny cat with red glittering eyes earlier. Nowshe patted its head gently, like it was the most adorable thing she had ever seen. She kept us waiting for five whole minutes, and when she returned, there was a knife in her hand. I backed away, but

    small portion of my hair. “This is payment enough,” she says, placing the strands of my hair on a moss–covered altar, just beside the

    “Come,” she ordered, and he lifted the sleeves of his shirt before

    the knife and let his blood pour into a bowl; her voice rose as she chanted foreign words, and then she took the same

    me with the bowl.

    but you will be

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