Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty

I lay on the bed, wide awake.

I couldn’t sleep, even with Alexander so close to me. This time, his presence offered no comfort; we were on the same bed but might as well have been worlds apart, the gap between us growing wider and wider with each passing day.

After he had fucked ine against the table, I managed to make my way back to the bed and attempt to sleep. Clearly, it wasn’t working. I hadn’t said another word to him, and he seemed to prefer the silence.

My memories pulled me back to an incident from a few years ago, back in the Dawn Pack. I remembered finding a woman in the woods–she was in so much pain. I tried to calm her down, but without being able to speak, she couldn’t tell me what was wrong. I finally convinced her to shift back, and the moment she did, she broke down in tears. I had thought something terrible had happened to her, but I was… disappointed to realize that all that agony was simply because she was having issues with her mate.

I had tried consoling her the best I could, because it was expected of me as the daughter of an Alpha, but deep inside, I saw her as weak; I could never imagine myself getting hurt by a man. That would never happen because I was going to be the Alpha, and no one could hurt an Alpha. Then, I was young and stupid, with big, impossible dreams.

Only now did I understand why the woman was in so much pain. Crying had never been something that came easily to me, but I wish it did; I wanted to cry and release all the pain I felt inside.

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my trail of thoughts. It was Alexander, and those words alone

to

a strange dream about Aric drugging me; it felt more like a memory than a dream, but I knew it wasn’t real; Aric would

progress, then I was wrong because the silent treatment continued, worse than ever. Perhaps if he could talk to me, I would have told him that I had been feeling very strange

was something else–but it was only getting worse. All of a sudden, I was all skin and bones; my body refused to keep

you alright?” she asked as she gently held

both knew that was a lie. “How did you get in

time, she still managed her duties as a healer. Most times I had nothing for her to do, left to me; I didn’t want to stress her; I could

hadn’t visited, and that was… strange.

on?” Sarah questioned, quickly switching to ‘Healer’s

“I’m fine.”

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