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

this place! You can't keep

found my outburst amusing; that wasn't exactly the expression I was hoping to

you were finally settling in. Go grab a jacket; let's go

serious. He cocked a brow at me. "You said you wanted to leave this place, right? Well here's your chance. Be quick before

that belonged to him—I didn't think he would mind. After slipping it on, I brushed through my hair, applied a little

jacket was way too big, and I thought I looked awkward in 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

a moment, I thought they darkened. He stared down at my choice of outfit and nodded as

look good in

looks awkward." I said with

me when I say, nothing looks

said my name-it was almost like a 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

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