Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Three

There was something different about the way he looked at me the way he regarded me. I saw it in the way his body tensed the moment I stepped inside. He saw me as a threat, and it took a moment to understand why. Cynthia had taken my form when she approached him, making him believe it was me. The moment his guard dropped, she struck.

But what he remembered was me stabbing him-my face, my hands, delivering the blow.

"Alexander," I whispered, unable to say anything more. He only stared at me, as if trying to read me. I had wanted to see him so badly, but I hadn't stopped for even a moment to think about what I would say to him when we met.

"The Cursed Weapon-how did you find it?" he asked.

"I don't understand."

dagger you used on

the steel; that had been before they were killed. The weapon had the ability to take away one's wolf. It made more sense now, what Cynthia was saying. She told me she knew how to heal him, but he would lose his

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story about how she burned her village to the ground simply because she was in the mood to tell stories about her past. I could finally see the hidden threat behind her words one I hadn't noticed before. A threat against the whole pack. That was why she told

only did it to help you. You were dying; you needed help, and that was the only way

you did it. You said it to

would never hurt

the bed with some difficulty. He walked up to me, placing a hand on my cheek. "I know you love me, and I'd

came forth. I had no idea what Cynthia had told him before she