Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Right

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Eight

ALIYA'S POV

Daemon had kept his distance, reminding me once again of the times back at the castle when he would withdraw into himself. He had a lot on his mind, none of which he was willing to share with me.

I didn't miss the fact that he seemed to enjoy my company, even though he never made a move on me-and I wasn't sure how that made me feel. As the days went by, I found myself settling into this 'new life.' It didn't seem so... bad, now that / knew Daemon wasn't about to end my life anytime soon. But there was still one problem- Tasha.

It didn't take a genius to see that she was jealous. Daemon fed from her, but beyond that, she was just another person living in his house. He never seemed to look at her twice, despite her efforts. The twins were nicer, but they mostly kept to themselves. Tasha had no interest in making friends with them or with me, for that matter.

Today, something changed.

Lying on the bed in Daemon's room, I felt trapped. It shouldn't have bothered me I had lived my whole life in the castle-but it did. I wanted more; I couldn't spend the rest of my life trapped here.

burst in. He didn't seem

sick of this place! You can't

he found my outburst amusing; that wasn't exactly the

you were finally settling in. Go grab a jacket;

startled me, and for a moment, I stared at him, trying to figure out if he was serious. He cocked a

finally got my legs to move and hurried to his room, as that was where I stayed. I had no jackets of my own, but he had plenty, even if he rarely wore them. I grabbed a brown jacket that belonged to him—I didn't think he would mind. After slipping it on, I brushed through my hair, applied a little lip gloss, and I was done. Daemon had made sure I had everything I needed in this room—from makeup to designer bags, shoes, jewelry, and dresses. I had never worn any of

it, but I really didn't care. I returned to the study room, hoping this wasn't some kind of trick, but there he was already on his feet. He had discarded his black uniform for a more casual wear, a black leather jacket over his equally black shirt and jeans. Even in casual wear, he still carried that dark aura, and I wanted to smack myself for not realizing it sooner. It had been right in front

eyes met mine, and for a moment, I thought they darkened. He stared down at

look good in that

looks awkward." I said

say, nothing looks

lover's call. Dark thoughts cloud my mind. His tongue on me, licking me, bringing me to a level of ecstasy I never thought possible... then his fangs. Strangely, I have been fantasizing a lot about his fangs lately, and they

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