Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty Seven

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty Seven

I recounted everything Alpha Derek had told me to Austin and Phil.

"From one perspective, he's right," Phil said. "Marrying an Alpha-especially one as powerful as Derek-would be the best option. But," he added, thankfully before I could unleash my fury on him for even suggesting it, "you were right to reject the proposal. He has no right to force a marriage on you. He threatened you, giving you a choice... which sounds much like a form of surrender."

"Yes. Surrender. That's what his proposal was. And if there's one thing the Nightshade Pack is known for, it's that we don't surrender. That won't change now."

"What do we do?" Austin asked me.

I could convince some to help, and in return I could reward them, but there was, of course, some truth in what Alpha Derek had said: if I did ask for help, they would believe that Alexander was really gone and the pack was

aware that not many are as 'honorable' as Derek; if they believed we

me they would be attacking, but we can't tell when. It could be two days from now or two months

Phil said. "He knows the more he tarries, the more the chances that others might

Phil was right.,

we need all our commanders' hands on deck," I said. Then, a thought crossed my mind. I

was asking for the Empress, even though werewolves had no ties to the people of Aureonna City. In fact, Cynthia's arrival was a gamble-but one I had to

had grown wild and unkempt, his hair just as disheveled. His eyes were dull, his lips cracked and drier than a desert, and the stench only made it

and he grabbed it with shaky hands. Fumbling with the cap, he drank like it was the water of life, some of it spilling over his

mercy I'm granting to you, but I swear, if you make me regret this,