Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty

I ran my hands through my hair over and again, frustrated. They needed to know, but due to Bailey’s command, I couldn’t tell them. What if I could… improvise?

I took out a pen and paper, with shaky hands I wrote;

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‘Thane. I want you to know something: I killed them. Those dead, I did that; I had been the one who freed Bailey too; she has this control over me, she controls my mind, and I can’t even explain it. I didn’t want to kill those men, they’ve done nothing wrong to

Thane; warrant me doing that, but I did anyway because she asked me to. You can’t trust me, she would use me against you.‘

I paused writing, staring at the paper where I was almost sure that I had been writing on. There were no words on the papers, just lines; that’s all I had been writing; the words had been in my mind, and I thotight I was penning them down, but I was only writing down gibberish.

I gasped. Taking steps backwards till I came in contact with the wall.

I couldn’t write it down because I was still under her control.

I dropped to the ground letting out a scream. I didn’t hold it back. I cried till’I could cry no more. The rooms were soundproof; no one would hear me.

I had never felt so… alone in my life, so afraid. I rose, picking up the paper. I tore it into pieces, tossing it to the floor..

It was all his fault.

thing I could

all his fault; he knew this; I was sure

balcony open, and I

him and I would make him pay.

But whenever I

at night when I arrived at

through the front door. I knew where exactly his room was. I broke through his window, but to my utmost disappointment, he wasn’t there. He could be anywhere in the pack or he could be somewhere else.

was at the farm.

have suspected that, but by nighttime, I thought he would be

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behind

“It is nice to see you again,” he says, turning to me with a smile on his

claws dug into his

“Riley-”

Be pushed me away with enough force that I went soaring in the air. I landed hard; the

feet.

Riley; I

am very

launched at him again, swiping his legs from under him, and he lost balance. I brought him down with a blow to his chest, followed by another to his face. He reached up, getting a grip on my shoulders; he swung me over, and I landed against the hard ground. I rose quickly, sending a kick to his leg, and he groaned. I picked the same injured leg, and with much effort, I snapped it. He snarled