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.

she would cry and beg for my forgiveness before

told me there was a way to end it. I didn’t realize what she meant. My father told me it was time to ‘return the gift the moon

days later, a soldier delivered a letter from 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, day and night for their return;

own mistakes mistakes that would have cost

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

this somehow connected to your refusal to bear Ethan as

son; Alexander is the

King.

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

is no one’s fault but theirs. I don’t blame them anymore; I am who I am today because of the decision they

if they still… lived?”