Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter 572

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty Four

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty Four

"I shouldn't have left you alone with her," Daemon said.

"I could handle myself."

"Yes, I saw," he said with a small smirk.

"Your eyes... they're darker," I noted. "You haven't fed yet, have you?"

"It's nothing to worry about," he said, rolling up my shirt to reveal the bruise from Tasha's kick. A low, inhuman hiss escaped his lips. "I shouldn't have let her die that easily," he said-and I knew he meant it.

"Daemon, it's fine. It's just a bruise-it'll heal in a few days," I said.

I was used to bruises, ones far worse than this. One of Julia's favorite

punishments had been whipping, so this was nothing.

"What are you thinking about?" Daemon asked as he applied a colorless ointment

to the bruise.

“Nothing,” I lied, but the way his brow cocked told me he knew better.

"I was thinking about Julia and how much she loved her whip."

He paused, and I wondered if I'd said something wrong.

"She will never get her hands on you again. I'll make sure of that," he promised- and I believed him.

I recalled what Ash had told me earlier.

to do to me, didn't you?" My eyes met his. "Do you think I'm useless to

is a vital part of their 'sacrifice They

"But earlier you said..."

didn't mean what I said

of his

haven't you fed yet?"

"I will."

"When?"

"Soon."

me," I said, though it came out more like

"No."

really, and with Tasha dead, the options are limited." I said, feeling the tiniest bit of guilt,

me, I searched-nothing compares to yours," he said, his eyes turning completely black before fading back to their original color. I doubted he even noticed the shift, which meant he wasn't as 'okay' as he wanted me

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applying the ointment,

asked, but I didn't respond. Instead, I opened the drawer and took out the small knife I'd noticed there a few days ago. "Aliyah..."

to react- and in an instant,

doing?" he demanded, surprisé flashing across

quick enough. A thin line of red welled on my wrist, and a single drop of blood

it, his expression darkening as if

war.

I let him have a taste. He couldn't hold back now. He bit into my wrist, and

too soon, barely taking

my forehead and

but I needed to ask the

I need to

"Always curious. Well,

his smile vanishes. The

told you

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