The Alpha’s Contract by Taylor West

Chapter 0005

Neah

“I... don’t know what Blood of Wolfsbane is?” I whisper

He frowns at me. “Your brother said you knew the difference between plants.” “I...” I didn't have an answer. I couldn’t remember, not fully.

“Blood of Wolfsbane is Wolfsbane fed by our blood. The leaves will have a red hue to them. I can’t imagine a child would know what it is because it is not freely grown. Your brother’s story doesn't add up.”

“Oh.

“I won't stop until I find out who did this, Neah.” His crimson eyes narrow. “I will make them pay for the suffering you have endured.” He sits on the edge of his desk, studying me. “Right now, you do need to see someone about the infection.

I kept my mouth closed, I was still trying to process his news of me being set up. Why had my brother never considered it? “Come. I will show you our bedroom. You can shower before we see the pack doctor.”

Frozen to the spot, I don’t move. Did he just say ‘our bedroom,’? As in, we are sharing a bedroom? I guess he thinks he can have sex with me whenever he wants if I'm his contract bride. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought.

Glancing up, I see him watching me. He is stood at the open door, waiting for me. Ensuring my dress has me covered, I step out into the hallway. No one was around and the hallways were quiet.

As we moved, Alpha Dane would tell me what each room was, but he seemed more focussed on getting me to the bedroom

His bedroom is huge, with massive windows, just like the rest of the house. The bed sat pressed up against the wall. All around it. thin drapes hung from the ceiling, but they were tied back at each bed post.

What surprised me the most was that the bath and the shower were in the same room. Only the toilet was in a small room to the side of the shower. No privacy, whatsoever. Though, he didn't seem to care about that.

He makes me jump when I feel his warm breath on my skin. “You don’t need to be afraid. I may not be able to smell him, but he would be able to scent the changes in my emotions.

Crossing the room, he pulls open the glass door to the shower and turns it on. The moment he closes the door, the steam of the shower quickly fogs up the glass. And still, I find myself afraid. He gave me no clue as to what he was expecting from me.

“Hey,” His rough fingers tip my face up. “It's just you and me and for now, I will let you shower in peace.”

Walking away, he pulls his phone out of his pocket and messes around with it before placing it on the bedside table. “The alarm is set for ten minutes. I will come back then. I will bring you something to wear so just stay in the towel. Understand?

shower. I was lucky if

on the door knob he looks back over his shoulder at

the shower as if I'm in some kind of fantasy land and this was all a dream. Maybe it was. maybe I was about to wake up in

my hair has never felt so clean. The wound on my stomach stung as the hot water hit it, but I

their throat and I freeze.

five minutes ago.” Alpha

caught up in the freedom of a simple shower that I hadn't even heard the alarm or the Alpha come back into the

been removed from the floor. Alpha Dane sits on the end of the bed with what looked like folded clothes on

waist as you.” He smiles as he hands over the clothes. A matching

joggers on and tug the sweatshirt over my head before removing the towel. Maybe he was used to the women parading themselves in front of him, or throwing themselves

this wound looked at, it would put him in a bad

her dark hair into a bun. “Raven, this is

say, “Alpha Dane, what seems to be the problem apart from the strange

didn’t sound like a hurtful comment like I was used to,

herself when she finds her

have a wound.” I

not

hated saying it. It was just a constant reminder

kid.” Alpha Dane tells her. “That's why her scent is strange. Her Wolf is there, locked away, waiting to be freed.” My eyes flicker up

grabs my hand. “This way, let’s take a look

empty room and asks me to lay

Her eyes widen, a flicker of rage passing over them as she takes in

carefully press around the wound. “How long

few days.” I mutter, though I wasn’t sure. Every beating blurred into another one. Any

longer than a few days ago, the infection has had at least a

us the

‘I don’t know.

through me and I close my eyes, fearing his anger. Anger brought

know. The beatings, they happen so often that they just kind of.... I'm never