Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter Eighty Nine

Chapter Eighty Nine

Maybe I should have tried to know Haga better. I always thought it would be prying, but perhaps all he needed was someone willing to listen.

“That’s why you’d rather not answer the name Haga, isn’t it?”

“Yes, names, I believe, have a way of shaping a person’s future. My father knew that when he named me Hagaziel, so I’ll prefer to be called any other thing but that name.”

“You are a good person, even if he never cared to see it. The fact that you still attended his burial, despite everything he did to you, proves that.”

“He might have been a monster, but he was still my father.”

“You’ll always have a place here at the Nightshade pack – I hope you know that. I will make sure you are well taken care of.”

“I’d love that, but I won’t be staying.”

“Where would you go?”

With my father dead, I am now the Gamma of the Moon Valley pack. I knew my father would have

my surprise. “I didn’t mean it like that,” I added quickly,

really. I’m the first dwarf to ever hold this title. Many didn’t take the news well, but change is sometimes necessary–it only takes one person to break the cycle.” He said, turning to me. “There are so many cycles that need to be broken, changes that I

trying to pass some kind of coded message to me. Finally he handed

“What is this?”

soon as I returned, I visited his grave to say my last words to him. I also paid one last visit to the pack house–a place that had become my home. That’s where I found that.” he said, pointing to the envelope in my hands. “It’s a letter from your father to you. I didn’t read any more than the

heavy.What had my father wanted to tell me? I guess

Messenger, and he promises to keep in touch.

thi better than the messenger, and still, he hadn’t spotted it. Perhaps he didn’t even know what

house far supposed

late father, and I hadn’t opened it either. I was nervous and scared of what I

to his normal self, and I was relieved

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strangely nervous. He cocked a brow

wouldn’t call

it wasn’t; it was only an hour to midnight.