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.

main exit, but it was too late-my clothes were

not every day you see a man turn

kind of wild animal- which, in all fairness, I was. My wolf had

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

smaller animals and living like a wildling. But

Kaida.

was where I was supposed

to take the reins and control my wolf, but he was too damn stubborn. Kaida could be in danger- that

would take to reach her, but I had to

**KADIA POV**

my broken bones had already been set and were healing. Thanks to my wolf genes, I should be out of here in a

One Hundred

no one be let into the healing room.

no one.

needed to be alone. I

was gone and he died protecting

selfish and unworthy of his sacrifice. All these years, I never 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 pass, all because he had

outside, then the door to my room swung open, and