Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty

I woke up feeling disoriented. His words kept replaying in my mind: “I am supposed to kill you; that was the plan, yet you still live.”

I should have known that was the plan. Without me, the Encounter would never take place, and the Empresses would never fulfill their ‘life’s purpose‘–to kill the Demon Overlord: him.

Yet, somehow, I still hoped; I still believed that the man I knew was in there somewhere. I was wrong. I couldn’t waste any more time; each minute—each second–spent doing nothing counted. I couldn’t let this happen; I had to do something and fast.

He was not in the living room or kitchen by the time I came down; I was pretty sure he wasn’t in the house, but he would be close by; running away now would be a stupid decision. I needed a weapon, and kitchen knives wouldn’t do.

I went up the stairs to his weapons room and was surprised to find it open; the Nexus Amulet was still there. The only difference was that the windows were shut–perhaps to keep me from tossing the jewel out, as I had before. Daemon didn’t seem to mind me being here. He didn’t see me as a threat.

I looked through the weapons; they were all good, but I needed something small and easy to hide. I spotted a weapon similar to a dagger, but it was slender, with a narrow, sharp pointed tip. A smile curved on my lips. This was just it. I hid it away in my clothes, returning to the room.

I knew Daemon would be here soon, and so I waited for him; he came, just as I had expected.

he cared, that

fine.” I

have made you

me watch just to scare me–to make sure I saw how ‘evil‘

consume food to satisfy your hunger,

definitely not the same thing; we don’t have to feed at the

enough

she seemed to… like

when the pain passes, the pleasure sets in… almost as close as the feeling of

memory I didn’t want to think about resurfaced. I remembered what it felt like… Having him so close to me, his touch… the kisses and his powerful thrusts, filling me up, but

was a young girl in love, and I made bad decisions. Now I have the power to correct it. I would

looks and grace of a royal or a highborn, I almost couldn’t believe you were a soldier and I was right

as I hoped he would; I felt for the