Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Thren

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Three

I awoke in bed, wrapped in a blanket-but beneath it, I was completely naked. Daemon lay beside me.

"I'm sorry." He said, "I lost control."

I recalled passing out and couldn't help but feel embarrassed. "That wasn't on you. It was my fault."

"Not really. You passed out from blood loss. I should have fed before, but I had never tasted any blood as sweet as yours," he said.

"That feels and sounds like a compliment."

A small smile played on his lips. "Now, everything else tastes like dirt."

"You're always welcome to drink from me.

"No. I'm not putting you through that."

I reached for my neck, and the bruise from his fangs was almost completely gone. "How...?"

"You don't have to worry about that," he said.

I nodded, rising from the bed.

"You shouldn't..."

the floor, my legs gave out. He caught me instantly and placed

could almost see the

the points that there are

at that. "That almost feels

me when I say, you deserve them all,

">

to that sound for years and

mysterious. The only mysterious one in the

away from being 'mysterious,' but

"I don't believe you."

about your position as the 'Blessed' and all, but I have no idea about your past. Did

about to say yes, because it felt

of my life, I lived in the castle. But I still faintly remember a time before that. I was young-a child. An orphan. I think there was someone I had been close to

been years ago, but the thought of you ever suffering..." He closed his eyes, as if trying to push

memory away.

recalled his words from weeks ago. I had ignored them then, but now, thinking about

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took was a woman to throw me off course. History repeats