Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Three

The moment we were alone in our room, I placed my dagger at his throat.

“I warned you. I told you if you tried playing games with what I told you, I was going to kill you.”

I pushed the dagger against his throat, nicking him, and a thin line of blood rolled down his neck and disappeared beneath his clothing.

“Then kill me, Kaida.”

“Don’t tempt me.” I warned.

“You cannot kill me, not even if you want to. You have me in this position because I choose to let it be.”

In a flash, he had somehow managed to flip me around so I had my back against his chest, his hand wrapped around mine, and now the dagger was at my own throat. He was stronger than me; I hated times when I got reminded of that.

He held me closer; I could feel him against my ass, strong and hard.

problem making it happen. You don’t threaten me; you might be my mate, but I am still

“I hate you.”

said, walking towards the keep to fetch a bottle of his favorite wine. “And just so you know, I don’t get drunk easily.” He added, taking a swig

many things: a manwhore, a drunk, a jerk, but a

that; you’ve only been with me for a few

when

and fire in your

just as long as the rogue died by

him dead.”

“I know that.”

“By my hands.”

the rogues won’t care about the fact that Alpha Grayson wasn’t the murderer. If Grayson has a lot to gain from the rogues, more than he has to gain from an alliance with this

anything–just anything in

me, how desperately do you want to see this man

stared at him. He was attracted to me–or at

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