Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

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Chapter One Hundred and Seventy One

Chapter One Hundred and Seventy One

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Thit the ground, struggling to grasp what had just happened. I’d been shot twice. Bleeding out. Dying.

Death hadn’t been a concept that scared me until now. I was going to die in the woods, murdered by rebels. No one would ever know what had happened, and then I thought of Alexander. I would never see him again; I would never get to look into those beautiful sea blue eyes, I would never get to kiss those lips. My thoughts went to the pack. I had failed them. They were right–I was never meant to rule. I was not as smart as Alexander, and neither was I as strong. The damp earth beneath me drank my blood, as if hungry for more. I choked on the thick, metallic taste flooding my mouth. The scent was so overpowering it made me nauseous. I tried to move–tried to fight–but I barely managed to crawl a few inches before collapsing again.

“I told you a gun would make this easier. But no–you thought rods would be more ‘effective.‘ I should’ve let her kill you.” The bitter voice belonged to the man who had shot me.

“What if someone heard the gunshot?” Stark hissed.

“No one was close by; I don’t think anyone would be coming for us just yet.”

“What do we do with the body?” Luther asked. His face was bruised; he had gotten the worst of it all.

“We do nothing.” Stark said, limping forward, he looked down at me. “She would most likely bleed to death.”

“And the soldier?” Kade inquired.

“Kill him.” Stark says. “He would only end up being a loose end, we can’t afford to keep him alive.”

The others seemed to agree to this.

Kade walked forward; he knelt beside the soldier. “Good thing you are unconscious. You won’t even feel it. Sleep on, brother.” With that, he shot the soldier in the head.

then turned to me.

Stark cut in. “Death is mercy to her. I want her to suffer a little

then he walked past

was alone in the woods. Cold seeped into

Anything to end the pain. I didn’t know how long I had been lying

“Alexander?” I called.

Drink this.” The

I couldn’t take down anything. Drink,” she ordered, her voice sharper this time. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t bring

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bright light was almost

“Am I dead?”

in my room, on my bed, and Cynthia stood before me, her brown eyes watching me. “You’ll feel

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Hundred and

I mittered. “How am I

in time.

I was in the room with–she was neither a friend nor an

you know I

it in a vision and

of this pack,”

arched a brow, clearly surprised by my outburst. “I just saved your life, and this is the thanks I get?”

my family; you don’t help people, it’s just

your

nature.”

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