The Alpha’s Contract by Taylor West

Chapter 0125

Dane

Three days it took to burn all the dead. Three days is how long Trey had been in my dungeons, still clinging to life. Three days where Neah hadn't spoken a word about what had happened.

She sits in her usual chair in my office, nibbling on a ginger biscuit. Madame Curie had been right about them and it was finally settling her stomach enough to eat decently. Though today, instead of her legs pulled up to her chest, they are crossed under her.

Her dark hair hangs around her face and she seems content, but I had a million burning questions about the prick in my dungeons. “I can kill him.” I mutter, without looking up. “If that’s what you are having an issue with, I can handle it.”

She doesn't answer me.

“Neah, why did you let him live? You killed his mate.

She sighs, “He needs to suffer. Why couldn't they say no to my order?

The question takes me by surprise. I thought she knew why.

“You were their Alpha. That’s why you could order them. It's different with Wolves. As you know a Blood bond can mean you respond to two Alphas. There are also cases where Wolves can seek refuge in another pack and pledge themselves to that Alpha. You are the last living Lycan Alpha. There was no one else that they could obey. They had no choice.”

“Right.” she mutters, picking up another biscuit “And the sooner we kill Trey, the sooner the other Alpha’s can leave.” She looks up at me with a frown.

“They were called here to protect you and the pups, under obligation of their contracts. Trey is still alive, which means there is a threat still present. They won't leave until it's been dealt with.”

“I'm not ready.

not the words

blocking me out, making it

are going to

you have to Moonshine. Or rather, your parents.” I had been trying to figure out why she was keeping him alive, especially when she

she mutters “They destroyed you. They beat you, they starved you, they let the pack abuse you.”

now have here. Where you are loved, where you have friends, where you have

up at the comers.

to close the door on your messy past and focus on the future and the pups you are

come with me? I'm still not ready to face him

as he tries to keep himself upright. Fading bruises lingered on his face and I could smell that my brother

get some punches in?” He

stares at Trey.

in her than she had led me to

always did have trouble with your words. Stuttering over the simplest word and now look, nothing at all.” “Shut the fuck up!” I snap. “You

trembling body says

watched me put that

she couldn't let go. Instead she was still

right.” Trey

The => chaos, the people running around: They soreamed for help and yat-not one-af them