The Alpha’s Contract by Taylor West

Chapter 0002

Neah, don't make a sound. Don’t make a sound.

I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did; no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and swallow me.

There were movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger, he tilted my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. Slowly, his hand latched onto my throat, but he didn’t squeeze. “You poisoned your parents?”

“I was six,” I spluttered. “I just made them lemonade.” My voice came out all squeaky as I tried to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day.

His crimson eyes flashed to my brothers. “Hardly seems fair to blame a six-year-old.”

“A six-year-old should know the difference between plants,” Alpha Trey snapped.

“Sounds to me like she was set up,” Alpha Dane shrugged his shoulders, letting go of my throat. "We all know that standard wolfsbane doesn’t affect us anymore. We evolved from that shit centuries ago.”

What? What did he mean? Wolfsbane wasn't lethal. It had been drummed into me since I could walk.

“Which only leaves Blood of Wolfsbane,” Alpha Dane muttered.

“You weren't there, Alpha Dane,” my brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. “It was wolfsbane.”

He nodded his head. “You are right. I was not present.”

Great, now there was someone else who could remind me of something I had done by accident years ago.

“But tell me this, where would a six-year-old get Blood of Wolfsbane?”

talk about my slave!” Alpha

leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other alphas, he seemed to dress more casually. A simple black tee and jeans covered his huge frame. And unlike other alphas, his arms were bare of tattoos; not a single bit of ink

and now I have a few things to

agreed,”

signed. Now I will show

of the office, both my brother and Beta Kyle rounded on me. “What the fuck did you say to him?” my brother demanded, slamming a hand

he just asked me

in my face. I hated him. I hated him so much that I had vowed to one day get my revenge and rip his stomach

respond and smacked me across the side

tried to sound strong and confident, but it just came out as a whisper. If they weren't wolves, they probably wouldn’t

as he yanked my head back, sending shooting

the basement door. “Please...” I begged. “He was an alpha... I... I had to answer him.” My cheeks

with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand fell from my hair, relieving the pressure on

had left,” Alpha Trey

found the door, but instead, I find a basement, riddled

for the death of my parents, so yes, this is what

should keep your nose out of other packs’ business!” Beta Kyle

your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away

“We don’t

a

me to believe that you would have just let her sleep? I have already stopped you from hitting her once. "His eyes roamed over me. “She is underfed, bags

seethed. “And she has nothing

for me to decide.” His crimson eyes flickered around the hallway. “Where is your mate? I would be interested to know how she feels about this.” I closed my eyes, silently begging my brother not to call his Luna. Luna Cassandra was worse than Beta Kyle and Alpha

certain she is just as vile