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.

then turned

I want her to suffer a little longer before her time comes.”

he

was alone in the woods. Cold seeped into

didn’t know how long

“Alexander?” I called.

Not Alexander. Drink 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 bring myself to do anything. And then, death embraced me. The pain

bright light was almost blinding.

“Am I dead?”

hia

bed, and stood before me, her brown eyes watching me. “You’ll feel some pain and discomfort,

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going to die,” I muttered. “How am

to you in

was in the room with–she

did you know I

and so I

you out of this pack,” I

my outburst. “I just saved your life, and this is the