Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter 630

Claim Me 630

Chapter Two Hundred and Forty One.

DAEMON'S POV

"I think I know where they've taken her," Julia said.

"Then we should get going immediately," I replied, but she shook her head.

"We won't make it to her in time."

"Well, standing here doing nothing isn't helping-so fucking lead the way."

I was growing restless, and the delay was only making it worse.

She reached into her bag and I caught Alexander stiffen, his eyes locked on her every move. I hadn't even realized she'd been carrying anything.

But all she pulled out was a rope. She handed it to me.

"What the fuck is this? A rope?"

"Not just any rope. It's enchanted-meant for supernatural beings, especially those with abilities and gifts. If we're too late and the goddess has already taken over Aliyah's body, we'll need this to bind her. It's the only way to stop her... at least temporarily."

I took the rope. It looked ordinary, but the moment I touched it, I felt the pulse of its magic.

"Daemon and I will go find her," Alexander said. But of course, I could already see an argument brewing-one we didn't have time for.

"It's either we all go or you'll stay and let me go." Kaida said, the challenge clear in her voice.

"This could be dangerous. I don't want you anywhere near it."

"I can take care of myself. You have to stop treating me like a child."

"I know that," Alexander replied. "But someone needs to keep an eye on Julia-l

her enough to leave

didn't seem to care that Julia

finally gave a reluctant

kissing her on the

now," I said, my patience thin. The pair parted without another

was the place Julia had described. I would've brought her with us, but she would

worn stone. The pillars were wrapped in

in the breeze, like old flags left

abandoned to

up." I said, and

smell hit

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would recognize that smell

a door that had been locked. I broke it open and walked

lit candles and the men in black cloaks, all on their knees as if in worship-of something, or someone. On a table lay a naked figure: a woman with both wrists slit. The white cloth beneath her was stained deep

Aliyah.

Too late. Once again.

to their feet, one

not be here.

on him before he could finish. I drove my hand into

want to believe it. She couldn't be

flames in my hand, I was about to do the same to the next when Alexander stopped

now-the slits on her wrists and the deep wound on her chest

time, she was different. There was a boldness in her

to their knees

recited, and she stood there, taking in their

children. Very well," she commented. "But I fear I have no more use for

collapsed, gasping, choking on their own blood. Shock filled their wide eyes as the wounds darkened, the blackness creeping across their bodies like rot. Within moments, they were nothing more than

moment they were living beings and the next, they

out for

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