Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Two

I always knew Bailey wasn’t a good person; from the very first time I saw her, something about her was off–putting, but this was beyond evil.

She was not only going to torture Thane but torture me too. He would hate me; even in my death, he would never discover the truth that she had been the one compelling me, and yet… it would be worth it if he stays alive in the end. Yes, he wouldn’t have his wolf, but he would still have his life.

“And how do I know you won’t stab me in the back after I am done with what you’ve asked?” I questioned. I couldn’t trust Bailey; I knew that.

“You don’t really have a choice here, do you?”

That was equally correct; I didn’t exactly have a choice.

“Take me to him.”

“Give him a day; he is too weak to react now.”

A day.

That’s what Bailey asked for, but I would have preferred if I walked right into that space and said it all to him at that moment; at least it would be over, but now I sat here, alone, thinking about what I was about to do; I didn’t know if I could do it. I didn’t know if I could look him in the eyes and lie to him. I didn’t think I could go through with the act.

Just as Bailey promised, the next day she arrived,

the plate of food before

“No.”

would be too easy a death, so eat up; he has to believe you weren’t forced into saying those words and better wipe those

food because I needed my strength for what I was

dress and also a pair of booths to match.

were in on this,

too, no offense but you stink. So many things to do.

a tiny bathroom that had blood

Two Hundred and

to

to cover

I had to hold back

like.

be a jerk; give us some

walking to the door. He paused.

die; I am

my services with some time alone with her before you kill her.” Nick requested,