The Alpha’s Contract by Taylor West

Chapter 0086

Dane

Devon leaves us when we make it to my office. Neah lowered herself into a chair so painfully slow that I wanted to help her. She had lied to Raven when she said she had felt fine. She knew I could read her mind, though I didn’t say anything because I knew she wanted to be back here. She somehow felt safer here in the house.

“Can I get you something?” I ask while she pulls her legs up to her chest. Her head shakes from side to side making her dark hair fall around her face.

She hadn't mentioned anything more about the hunt, she hadn't questioned if the others had died the same way, but she didn’t need to, she had already figured it out and yet. she still does not comment on my decisions. In fact. her mind is completely elsewhere

“Neah, I know you are not feeling yourself.”

She picks at a thread in the black jeans she is wearing. “I'm alive.”

Is she having some kind of mental breakdown?’ Aero asks

“Yes you are.” I mutter, ignoring my Wolf

“I shouldn't be. I....I should be dead.” She grips her stomach and her face screws up in pain. “What's wrong?”

“It's just...a little uncomfortable.”

“Let me see.

She puts her legs down and rolls up her top. “There is nothing there,” she whispers and tenses up again. This time her hand grabs my arm. Her nails sink into my skin, creating little half moon shapes.

the whiff of blood. “Neah, are you on your period?” Her nails sink a little deeper into my arm and blood rises to the surface. “I’ve....I’ve never had one.” she gasps I

basic systems hadn't been working. And now, everything was falling back

"Is it always this bad? “Come

an option. Lifting her from the chair, I turn

the shower, I turn the water on, letting it soak the both of us as I strip her from her clothes. She would dig her nails into me each

I mutter, letting my lips graze

hot water would help ease the cramps and if it didn't. I always had my fingers. A

hear her weeping. A hand pressed against the glass door as she sat in at the

it hits the water and she lets out a little gasp “Move forward.” I mutter,

“It's...it's blood.”

you think a little

and slides herself forward, allowing enough

stomach, tx press down, massaging it. She was still sofnin that I could feel herc> cranes beneath the surface coming instwaves and crashing, onea fter

body tenses. She lets out a whimper and

arm with both hands. “What...what are you doing? “Easing the pain.” She doesn't

it back and forth. “It doesn't have to be a bad thing.” I whisper in

she mulls over my words. “Do you trust me?” I ask while flicking my tongue over the mark on her neck. She doesn't answer, but her hands retreat into the water

deep inside her, I curve them around to press against her sensitive clit. Her body tenses up

thrusting herself against my hand “Slow.”

I continue to take my time. Sometimes it wasn’t

push a third finger in, she is tight as expected, though she