Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Seventy Seven

Chapter One Hundred and Seventy Seven

He hadn’t cared. Not even when he found out I had almost been killed. He still didn’t care.

He didn’t love me anymore. He wasn’t just saying it–he meant it, and I could see it in his eyes. The bottle of alcohol seemed to interest him more than I did. I should have realized it the moment I stepped into this room; he had been at ease–until he saw me. Then, everything changed.

All those days, I had been in pain, but part of me still believed Alexander wasn’t truly gone. I held onto the hope that we still had a future. But I was wrong–so very wrong

I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. But instead, I laughed, the sound foreign to my ears. I sounded crazy. Maybe I was. And then, I was crying.

“I did it to help you! She gave me no choice–she compelled me, and I couldn’t say a word to you. But everything I did was for you! I took the risk so you wouldn’t have to suffer anymore. I couldn’t bear watching you in pain. You act like I took something from you, but all I ever wanted was to help!”

It happened so fast. His calm exterior vanished as he shot to his feet with unnatural speed, knocking over the glass table. It shattered, shards barely missing me. The moment yanked me back to that night in the dining hall. He had looked just as furious then. I took a step back, but before I could move any farther, he slammed me hard against the wall.

didn’t seem to notice how unnatural his strength

me, something you had

his gaze burned through me, but there were

from now he’d wrap his hand around my throat and choke the life out of me, but I didn’t care. “They left you when you needed them the most, and you are doing the very same thing. You are abandoning your pack and your mate to go fuck some whores. I

and who I fuck is not your goddamn

You think words are enough to break what we have? I never stopped loving

devoted to you, devoted to finding you, and all the while you

anything from you. Can’t you see you’ve

a long moment of

you’re nothing like your parents, then prove it. Come back. Do the one thing

go. His calm demeanor was back, as if he weren’t the same person who had just been on the verge of violence. “I want you out of here. Don’t come back.”

from the man I once loved, the man I

I was