Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty One

I never believed I could do it, but as I stared at him with my lagger buried in his heart, I couldn’t stop the tears that slipped from my eyes, they weren’t tears of relief.

“You should never have lied to me, Daemon,” I said. His eyes never left mine, even as he collapsed to the ground, his hands clutching the dagger protruding from his chest as if to pull it out. Black blood seeped into his gray shirt. I didn’t wait to watch. I ran straight to the room where the girls were kept, but as expected, it was locked.

I rushed to the weapons room, grabbed a gun, and returned I had never used a firearm before, but I had a rough idea of how it worked. I fired at the lock three times–missed twice, but on the third shot, I hit my mark. It was purely accidental,

I could hear my own heart hammering, each beat a painful attempt to break free from my chest.

The door swung open, revealing the three girls huddled together, trembling in fear. But that wasn’t the first thing I noticed–the first thing I noticed was that they weren’t in chains. That was good. It seemed luck was indeed on my side.

“P–please don’t k–kill us,” one of them begged.

“I am here to set you free. All of you.” I said, expecting to see a spark of happiness in their eyes; there was none. They didn’t move; they just stared at me. “I am setting you free; leave this place, go on with your lives–I am sure some of you have family; return to your family…”

I trailed off when I noticed they still sat there, making no move to flee; did they think I was trying to trick them? Couldn’t they see I was trying to help them?

had never heard her voice before, but I was surprised by how sane she sounded. “You want us gone so you can have him all to yourself.”

What?

“He kidnapped you…”

didn’t.” The third girl said. “We agreed to come. This

to kill you!” I said I was frustrated

know

the hell was wrong with them? “It doesn’t matter now; he is dead, and this is our

me; for a moment I saw the flicker of sadness in her eyes, but then it

stabbed him through

then they could stay. I had wasted enough time trying to convince them.

bolted out of the house. The car was only a few steps away. I ripped off the cover and jumped inside. I had never driven before, but I had watched him

been five hours of driving and I still hadn’t spotted any houses; the road seemed to stretch on and on.

I’d done. It all happened so fast–one moment, we were talking; the next, I had driven a dagger through his heart. My hands trembled against the

see him again. A sob