Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Ninety Four

ALEXANDER'S POV

**EARLIER**

All I could think about was Kaida. I couldn't shake the memory of the jagged scar from a gunshot on her midsection. She could have died, and I had acted like it didnt bother me.

you care even a little bit for me, you would come with me,' she had said. What she didn't realize was that I cared for her far more than a 'little bit.'

Transforming into my wolf form was as painful as it was the first time I'd shifted. I tried reining in my wolf, at least until I got out of my building and far from anyone's sight. But he wanted to be free-I could feel his desperation.

I pushed past the guards, heading for the exit.

"Sir..." one of the human guards called to me, but I didn't look back. If I did, he'd notice my not-so-naturally glowing eyes. I didn't want to scare the poor guy.

Taking the stairs or the elevator would have been the normal choice, but my wolf was getting restless. So, without a second thought, I leaped over the railing-and somehow, I landed on my feet.

Unluckily for me, several guards noticed that inhumane move. I didn't stay to see their reactions, but I didn't miss the string of startled curses they let out.

but it was too late-my clothes were already in shreds

couldn't blame them. It's not every day you see a man turn into a massive black-grey

days, I spent my time in the woods like some kind of wild animal- which, in all fairness, I was. My wolf had taken full control,

was something I needed to do-something urgent-but I couldn't quite grasp what had been weighing on me before. Every part of me wanted to stay in the woods, to be free, yet the throbbing worry returned

I'd stayed in the woods, chasing after smaller

Kaida.

where I was

again to take the reins and control my wolf, but he was too damn stubborn. Kaida could be in danger- that thought alone gave me the strength I needed. Somehow, I managed

how long it would take to reach her,

**KADIA POV**

were healing. Thanks to my wolf genes,

One Hundred and

asked that no one be let into the

no one.

be alone. I

gone and he

what I did, but what if he didn't? What if he had his own dreams, his own hopes, many of which never came to

the door to my room swung open, and