Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter Sixty Four

KAIDA POV

Alexander had never once talked about his parents. I had always wanted to know, but seeing the pain in his eyes, I could understand why he kept it all to himself.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you are not ready.”

“You deserve to know.

I’ve heard so many good stories about Luna Riley, my mother, and even more about the last Lycan, Alpha Thane. But I never saw it. My father loved my mother so dearly, even when she was turned. She would have died if not for a sorceress who brought her back–as a demon. I could still remember her cold skin; she always wanted me close to her; she always wanted to carry me around like a mother would her child, but she couldn’t.

Demons get weakened by the sun, so she had to be locked away in her room, but that wasn’t the only reason she was being locked away. Demons have a strong thirst for blood; sometimes the pack members go missing. Every time she mistakenly‘ kills a person, she cries day and night. She knew that having her child with her at all times was dangerous, and so she demanded I be kept far away.

I still remember the times she would visit; she would cradle me in her arms and sing songs to me, but she wasn’t strong enough to overcome the bloodlust, her eyes would go completely black. She did try to fight it, I knew, but she never won the fight. I still remember the blinding pain I felt when her teeth sunk into my skin.

and she discovered what she had done, she would cry and beg for my

her even then, and one day, I remember watching her pack up a bag, I had asked her where she was going as she barely goes anywhere. She told me that she doesn’t want to be a monster anymore; she told me there was a way to end

my parents. The date showed it was written the very same day they left. There was no explanation, only seven words: ‘Take over, Ethan. You are King now,‘ the letter said. But I was only a child, I had little idea of what being a King meant. I waited,

from my own mistakes mistakes that would have

all made sense now. Why he chose to be seen as the drunk, as the casanova, was that it was a mask to shield who

to your refusal

Alexander

King.

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said. I had judged him without knowing him–a mistake many make so

is no one’s fault but theirs. I don’t blame them anymore; I am

wondered if they