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.

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

been so shut down and frail that its basic systems hadn't been working. And now, everything was falling back into

this bad? “Come on, I can

be an option. Lifting her from the chair, I turn her quickly so that she doesn’t see the deep red blood that had

letting it soak the both of us as I strip

I mutter, letting my lips graze

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

A hand pressed against the glass door as she sat in at the bottom. A

the water and she lets out

“It's...it's blood.”

a little blood scares

at me for a second and slides herself forward,

press down, massaging it. She was still sofnin

grip my thighs, and once again, her nails pierce my skin as her whole body tenses. She lets out a whimper and I

“What...what are you doing? “Easing the pain.” She doesn't let go.

in between her folds, running it back and forth. “It doesn't have to be a bad thing.” I whisper in her ear. “Pain

you trust me?” I ask while flicking my tongue over the mark on her neck. She doesn't

clit. Her body tenses

she pushes her hips up. thrusting herself against my hand

arches against my chest. She lets out soft moans as I continue to take my time. Sometimes

in, she is tight as expected, though she responds well and clamps her