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.

shared a long look, and there was something different in the way he stared at me. I could swear I saw the

are

Was I?

away, angry at that sign of weakness. But I couldn’t hide it; he knew as much as I did how badly he

guess

I want you to know that I’d rather die than give you a

don’t plan on doing any

respond. I continued, “Would that be because I am ‘special‘ to you? That is your favorite word,

think those untrained soldiers could easily sneak into the pack and out undetected? What if you

I was

thinking about your

right thing to do. You are hurting people, destroying packs, all for power. I came here to

am the one behind

One Hundred and Eight

you want power, and I should have known that;

wish to. You’ll need

the generosity, Thane? I hate to believe this is how traitors

are not a traitor, Riley.”