Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Seventy One

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I hit 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.

turned to

cut in. “Death is mercy to her. I want

he walked past me.

was alone in the woods. Cold seeped into my

was mercy. And I wanted it. Anything to end the pain. I didn’t know how long I had been lying there,

“Alexander?” I called.

this.”

against my lips. I wonder how she expected me to drink it; I couldn’t take down anything. ” Drink,” she ordered, her voice sharper this time. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t

was almost blinding.

“Am I dead?”

hia

light. I was in my room, on my bed, and stood before me, her brown eyes watching me. “You’ll feel some pain and discomfort, but I’m

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One Hundred and Seventy

thought I was going to die,” I muttered. “How am

a good thing I got to you in time. I gave you a potion–it saved

I was in the room with–she was neither

you know I needed help?”

vision and so I came to

want you out of

arched a brow, clearly surprised by my outburst. “I just saved