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.

of water, and I accepted, draining

have one thing in mind: the world won’t remember you. Nothing you

forward; he seemed to be forgetting he

with him real

nodded, picking up the bottle filled with

lifted his

going to train the child, and he would grow up to become a good man, unlike

wall as the flames rose higher and higher. Flynn’s eyes turned purple, and

but didn’t get a response.

to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. The bridge to the otherworld had been opened. The very place I was going

wide–eyed, blood poured out of his mouth; It took me a moment to spot the large sword protruding from his stomach. It was

smile on his

out. “What have

before our eyes, Slade dissolved into a cloud of mist.

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