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.

was too late-my clothes were already in shreds as

I had employed fled; I couldn't blame them. It's not every day you see a man

of wild

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

woods, chasing after smaller animals and

Kaida.

I was supposed to

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 to shift

idea how long it would take to reach her, but I had to

**KADIA POV**

Thanks to my wolf

One Hundred and

asked that no one be let into the healing room.

no one.

alone. I wanted

gone and he

once stopped to think about what he wanted; it was always about me, and I'd believed he enjoyed 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

heard voices outside, then the door to my room swung open, and Alexander