The Alpha’s Contract by Taylor West

Chapter 0130

Dane “Shit! Dane, can you hear me? Wake the fuck up!” I hear my brother's voice, it sounds desperate and so far away. “DANE!”

“For fuck sake shut up!" I open my eyes, to find myself hanging upside down. Blood dripped down my arms and face as I try to make sense of what happened

‘What the fuck happened?’ Aero asks, coming too. I don’t answer as I try to get my bearings.

The car is on it’s roof, the windscreen shattered. Broken glass sits below my head. A sharp pain radiates from my chest making it hard to breathe. I could smell the fuel leaking from the car, it would be seconds before this whole thing went up in flames.

"Shit!" Jenson mutters. He is fighting against the dashboard that was crushed against him. Forcing it back a centimetre at a time with his hands. If we were human, we would already be dead.

Reaching down to release the belt. I feel it. The chuck of glass sticking out of my chest, close to my heart. For all I know it could be piercing the very organ that keeps me alive. Of all the ways I thought I would die, it wasn’t like this.

“Jenson, look at me.” “Hold on, I'm nearly free.” “Jenson.”

He stops punching the dash to look at me. The cuts on his face from the glass were already healing. I see the terror in his eyes as he takes in the large piece of glass sticking out of me. The same thought runs through his head as what ran through mine.

You are having kids! You can’t leave

as well as I do, that the pack will already know something is wrong. That's why you didn’t want to look at me, you could already

through my

accident.’ I half chuckle back. ‘Some asshole

right? Please tell me you are

sticking out of my chest. My eyes go to Jenson as he uses one foot to stomp the dash back off his other leg. Promise me you will

starts to tear up.

they are old enough, I need you and Eric to help her

his hands pressed against my chest. He couldn't hide the worry

SS Slowl drags me fromthe c> wreckage, pulling me all the way to theopposite side of the road, just as thé

Jenson rips my shirt open, pressing around the wound with

itis and you remove it,

unable to heal and sdnstantly pouring out with blood. What about Neah? What about thetwins? You know Roarwil take her ar if you are not about! You know'she will never be the same if she h@loses you.” Content belongs to

the blood that had been creeping up my throat. I try to link Neah, but Nyx has her blocked

you trying to piss off a