Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Forty Four

Chapter One Hundred and Forty Four

ALIYA'S POV

I dreamt about the lake, the very first place we'd shared a kiss; it had been one of the best days of my life. But too soon, the perfect dream was interrupted by another memory. I stood in front of the fortune teller's hut, the bones and skulls hanging from the door clacking together with an unsettling sound. The old woman sat in her hut with a smile on her face.

"Back so soon?" she asked.

"You were right... about his darkness, he is the-"

"Demon Overlord. Yes." She agreed, seemingly unsurprised. "I had never seen such an amount of darkness in anyone before."

"You were right about me too. You told me there would be a big change-I didn't believe you. But now I see. I fell in love, just as you said I would, and I was happy. But the pain you spoke of... I understand it now. He lied to me. I hate him for his lies, for deceiving me."

The old woman smiled. "No, you don't hate him. That's just a lie you tell yourself because you want to believe it."

"Fortune tellers are liars," I said, echoing Trian's words. "Maybe you did get all those things right, but it could have been pure luck. You don't know anything about me."

my anger out on the poor woman, but it was too late to

me your hands."

"Why?"

one more reading... I'll show you something

to me after what I had said. But slowly, I

familiar with-it was Daemon's house, the one

stopping in front of the room where the human girls had been kept. Daemon was with the eldest of them-she seemed to be his favorite.

of being bitten was almost like having sex. I hadn't understood it then, but as

bit private, but I couldn't pull my eyes away from the scene unfolding before me,

position; I wanted to have his fangs sinking into 'me,' not

eyes shot open, and she stared directly

drenched in sweat-even though the

could still remember

that. Shoving the dream into the back of my mind, I headed downstairs. Following the scent of food, I stopped

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cooking; it just didn't feel like something he should know how to do; he didn't seem like the one who'd be patient enough to learn

sense my presence even before he saw