Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty five

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Five

ALIYA’S POV

What the hell was I thinking?

After years of studying and reading through half the books in the library, you’d think I would know that common weapons can’t harm demons–let alone the Demon Overlon himself. Even the human girl Daemon had locked away knew that. Yet somehow, I thought I had killed him.

What surprised me more than my own foolishness was the fact that I actually cried for him when I thought he was dead–when I thought I had killed him. I didn’t feel accomplished; instead, a part of me regretted it. That very part of me was glad that Daemon still lived. The other reasonable part knew that I was in big trouble; I had angered him, and I would pay for that.

The last thing I remember was a cloth being placed over my nose, and then I awoke in his room, on his bed, but this time, my hands had been cuffed to the bedpost, and my legs had been tied with a thick and itchy brown rope. For the past two hours since waking, I had tried to free myself–but I couldn’t. The Empresses had taught me many things, yet never the basics. They never bothered training me on how to cook, survive, or even how to fight. They had planned out my life for me, and in their plans, I had no need for such skills.

in. I struggled harder against the cuffs binding my hands. It was a futile attempt, and yet I

very same dagger I had pierced into

me Daemon. If you hurt me, I am

I knew I couldn’t kill him; I tried and failed, but what

me to resist. He brought the dagger to the rope binding my ankles and sliced

I had to tie you up; I can’t have you running again.” He said, his eyes on my bruised wrist.

A wave of dizziness hit me standing up too fast, but I forced myself to shake

from

all good today, and the next you

am the very same person, Aliya; I

love with. You deceived me

would you have come with me willingly if you knew who I was?”