Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

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Chapter One Hundred and Ninety

Chapter One Hundred and Ninety

Hunger pangs gnawed at my stomach, I could almost see myself giving up.

Grudgingly, I picked up the glass of water. I could let myself have this; I emptied the cup immediately, and still it wasn’t enough to cure my thirst.

I had only managed to place the cup down before the door was once again unlocked. I looked

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It was Axel and Thane; that’s what I thought till I saw the third figure.

Nick.

I staggered to my feet, running into his arms. “You are here,” I managed to say. I was indeed surprised.

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“What the hell did you do to her?” Nick asked, his eyes blazing with fury.

“Nick, I’m fine,” I say. Thane hadn’t harmed me yet; I had been the one who refused his food and shelter.

“You don’t look fine to me,” he says. Finally, he turned to Thane. “I am willing to offer you anything you want, so long as you let her go,” Nick said. He was furious and only managed to keep it in.

“What can you offer me, Alpha? There’s nothing I’ll need from a pack so tiny.” Thane said I threw him a glare; he only shrugged.

“I want to speak to Nick… alone.”

“That cannot happen.”

about to do this, yet it was the only way HE would agree. “You told me once you were willing to do anything, as long as I ate the

no for an answer,” he warned, and I gave a slight nod of my head.

alone, I

not a good idea,” I whispered to him. Just in case there were some hidden cameras in here, I wasn’t going to take chances. “He would know that the attack had something to do with the Raven Clan.”

never been afraid

it’s the

don’t

it would be all because

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Hundred and Ninety

I couldn’t stay away. Gabriel said something very similar, but how would I leave you here? I did tell you

me,” something occurred to me,

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a breath of relief. My sacrifice hadn’t been for nothing. You seem so sure that Thane wouldn’t hurt you,”

this either way… but I

“I haven’t lost it.” I assured him

need to feed Riley.”

just… I

nodded in understanding. “There is another way,” he says. He seemed unsure,

the hell are you doing?” I questioned watching his blood drip to the floor.

he says, lifting his wrist to me.

I supposed to do with

“Drink?”

“What?”

make sure I heard him correctly. What did he mean by drink? That was

“Drink, Riley.”

drink your blood,” I argued. I had thought this was some kind of a joke, but Nick didn’t seem to

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