Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Seven

My system slowly got accustomed to the pain the Lycan’s bine brought, or maybe I was just getting numb.

I barely heard the footsteps approaching. It was Flynn; Slade followed next.

“This is almost too sad to watch.” Slade began. “Watching a powerful man fall from grace is indeed sad; it reminds me of what I had to suffer.”

I gave no response.

“The time has come.” Flynn said, “He is weak enough; the ritual can be completed.”

He placed down the brown bag he had brought along with him. He took out some bottles from the bag; I could. only recognize one, the smaller bottle in the middle filled with a blackish liquid. I recognized it because that was the very same thing which had been continually administered to me from time to time. Lycan’s Bane.

“For Slade to take over your body, you will have to be killed. I will give you a minute. Do you have any last words?” He asked, eyebrows cocked at me.

What was he expecting me to say? Perhaps I could make promises that I will get back at Slade for this, but I was going to be dead, so I couldn’t exactly do that.

water, and I accepted, draining it before tossing it aside

words.” I began, my voice rough from lack of use. “I want you to have one thing in mind: the world won’t

took a step forward; he seemed to be forgetting he was nothing but a

with him real

ritual already.” He said, and Flynn nodded, picking up the bottle filled with a white powdery substance. He pulled open the cap; he

white substance caught fire. He lifted his hands to the air,

thinking about Riley. She was going to be fine–I comforted myself; she was going to train the child, and he would grow up to become a

the flames rose higher and

working?” Slade asked but

bridge to the otherworld

to spot the large sword protruding from his stomach. It

a crazed smile on his

Slade cried out. “What have you

our eyes, Slade dissolved into a cloud of mist. His gaze never did leave me. Once again, he failed, but this

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