Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Eight Four

I had taken every precaution: fully clothed, hood mask in place, scent completely neutralized, and lenses worn. Yet, he still called me by my name.

I stood there, silent, unwilling to give a response; maybe he had only made a wild guess.

Thane walked forward; he was so close to me I could perceive his scent; this was a wicked reminder of what we had once, but now, now it was all over.

“Would you take the hood off

take the hood off or do you prefer I do that?” he questioned. That intense look he gave me forced me into taking a step back

“Don’t come any closer,” I warned. My voice shook, and I hated it.

I wouldn’t cry, not in front of him, but the pain I felt was so unbearable.

“Is that a threat?, didn’t sound much like it.”

I took off the mask, dumping the material to the ground. Then I met his

gaze.

in the way he stared at me. I could swear I saw the longing in his eyes, but I didn’t forget how

are

Was I?

I couldn’t hide it; he knew as much as I did how badly he had hurt me. I wasn’t ready

guess

where I am interrogated and tortured for information. But I want you

on doing

time to respond. I continued, “Would that be because I am ‘special‘ to

you think those untrained soldiers could easily sneak into the pack and

if I

thinking about

that? I came here because that was the right thing to do. You are hurting

you think I am

Hundred and

me, Thane; you want power, and I should have known that; you would do

You’ll need a healer for those wounds.”

believe this is

not a traitor,