The Alpha’s Contract by Taylor West

Chapter 0109

Neah

He's saying that we are going to die.’ Nyx murmurs. I couldn't tell if she was angry or amused. Either way, she sounds....content.

“I may be lacking in certain areas, but I know exactly what he means!’ I snap at her

She sighs, ‘We will have pups eventually. He is our mate. We are bonded to him. We might as well.’

Her words don't reassure me as I make my way back to the bedroom. In fact they just make me more anxious. ‘Exactly.’ I snap, ‘Eventually!’ Then lie!

I'm rubbish at lying!”

Nyx falls inte silence. She had quickly learned when to back off, knowing that her words were falling on deaf ears. It was easier to think when I couldn't hear voices. Easier to get caught up in my own words as I try to figure things out.

I laugh to myself as I drop on the bed, still fully dressed. If it wasn't for Dane, I would have thought the voice would be a sign of me losing my marbles.

was going to be a long day. Barely keeping my eyes open and rolling onto my stomach. I

me. People are running and shouting for help all while I just

blood-caked faces come into view. My parents. My stomach plummets and my lungs shrink.

the floor. Their names don’t even

A smile so big it made him look scary. He watches them, hidden from sight, he had been waiting for this. Fingers curl around my wrist until

out of here!” “Neah!

them as she pulls me away from the nightmare. I look up at her,

hand slices across my face. She says something else too, but I hear Dane calling me. How was he here? My face tums in all directions, looking for the source. Cassandra’s painted talons grip my face, squeezing my chin and forcing me to look at her.

gasp as I'm ripped from the memory. My lungs seem to fight the oxygen that’s trying to fill them. My heart races and I feel

okay. You are

wasn't a nightmare. It was...a.... memory?” I couldn't be sure if it was, what if I was just seeing what I wanted to see? What if my own subconscious

Trey was there that night. But I can’t be certain.” Dane asks me to run through it with him while pulling me against him. His fingers comb through my sweaty hair and not

it just my mind, or do

to see what we way

grow up with loving parents. And why? All to be in a position of power one that neither of