Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

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Chapter Two Hundred and Fourteen

Chapter Two Hundred and Fourteen

ALIYAH'S POV

With each passing day, I began to doubt everything I had once believed. I knew what the Empresses wanted-at least that was clear-but Daemon? I wasn't sure about anything anymore. Had everything he'd done for me been part of some manipulation scheme? Had he been trying to deceive me all over again?

If he'd really loved me, he should have taken me away from this place by now. But he was nowhere to be found. And as the days dragged on, I felt myself breaking apart-losing faith in him. Had he ever truly loved me?

And then there was the urge. I think about it every second that passes-the feeling of being bitten. I had been warned; I knew the consequences. I'd seen what happened to Tasha, how she'd gone mad, willing to do anything for a single bite. And yet, I let it happen. Now, I might have to face the consequences.

The door to my room creaks open, snapping me out of my thoughts. Julia walks in-and of course, still no food.

"You stink," she said, nose scrunched up in what I assumed was disgust.

Okay, maybe I've missed a few days of bathing.

She walked to me. "That's it, young girl. You will be taking your bath now."

She practically dragged me into the washroom, and flashes of how she'd assaulted me in the past flickered through my mind. I remembered how Daemon once said Julia would never lay a hand on me-he'd make sure of that. I guess my mistake was believing the words of the Demon Overlord.

I didn't want to take off my clothes in front of her, but I knew it was either I do it, or she would do it for me. So, I removed them, and that's when I remembered something I had forgotten-the bite marks.

heard her hold her breath, then she shook her head

must say, I may have underestimated you. It seems no amount of coverage

didn't have a response for that. I simply walked

asked. "And how many

don't know.

you let him do this to you?" she

had said about my

he didn't need to ask me; he knew I would offer my life if it came to that- and he could

me, but her question had struck a

curled into a scowl.

on my good side if you

you won't kill me, so I'll

meet the council." She said before walking away and, thankfully, leaving me alone

'council', she meant the other empresses and, of course, high

putting on

room.

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scream escaped my lips when I saw the old woman sitting on my couch. My heart raced, and

hissed, "No one

recognized her. She was the fortune teller Daemon and