Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Seventy Three

I didn't need a crowd to witness the trial. I had only invited en pack members, but no doubt, once it was over, news of what happened here would spread to the whole pack. The trial would take place in the dungeon chamber.

Phil and Austin took their positions by my side. I doubted I looked any better than I had a few hours ago, but I was ready to face them. The door swung open, and three soldiers dragged in the rebels-Stark, Luthor, and, of course, Kade. The very one who had shot me.

The moment they spotted me, they went pale.

The soldiers didn't have to force them to their knees-they went down willingly.

"We... you shouldn't be alive. There's no way you could have survived that," Stark said, disbelief clear in his eyes. "It shouldn't be possible..." he kept muttering to himself.

"Silence," I said, and they fell quiet. The tension in the room thickened with each passing second. "This is how this will go-you speak only when I ask you a question."

at me as

alive. The shot to my stomach had been fatal, but

you killed me, did you for one moment think about how it would affect

one brave enough to answer. "The plan was for

could see it in the way the others kept darting their

of something new and..... different. But there were many flaws to the plan. So we decided

seize control-to force their way into the council even after walking away from it, afterall, I would be dead, there would be no one to stop them. I chuckled, finding it all amusing. “How many others are

are many. But the others were too reluctant to

loyalty being earned, but these people had wanted to seize power

murder me, Keith would have been the first to come to mind. He never liked the idea of a woman as Alpha. But to my surprise, he

make a move.

down his face. “I swear my undying loyalty to you. I don't care if I'm stripped of my title or forced to work in the fields among the farmers-I'll do it. But I don't want to die.

but I could see the fear in his eyes, he knew death was laying wait for