The Alpha’s Contract by Taylor West

Chapter 0194

Damien Every day I got a little closer and he would do something to completely throw me off my tracks.

He shifted regularly, swapping between Lycan and human, leading me further away from Black Shadow and my mate. But I won't stop, not until he is dead, even if it means going to the ends of the Earth.

A handful of times we had come face to face. Not up close, but we could see each other across fields, a train station, and bridges.

As each day passed, the angrier I became. I just wanted to be with my mate, vet if I didn't stop Salem. He would find a way to torment that pack and my mate forever.

Tracking his scent into a bar, my eyes quickly adjust to the dimly lit space. The smell of dried booze, piss and blood filling the air. It had been a few hours since he was here. Before I even entered, I knew why he had chosen this place

He had always liked a challenge, long before he turned into a Lycan. Teasing and tormenting people. There was so much Raven didn't know about the man she was once mated too. She had a lucky escape there.

Bodies littered the floor as the jukebox played. Half a dozen had their throats ripped out before they even had a chance to acknowledge what was happening. The other dozen had tried to put up a fight, losing against the beast that had attacked them.

Since being on the run, he had eaten every few days. Though this time, I was certain he hadn't eaten in a week. He knew there was a risk I would catch him. He must have been starving to target a place like this.

I make my way through the bodies, just to check that all of them are dead. “Fucker!”

a whimper that stops me in my tracks. There is a kid somewhere in here.

you can come

had Salem left a kid

time since I had heard that. A smile creeps

crawls out from behind a curtain. Blood smeared across her face. Remnants of bruises littered her chubby cheeks along with trails of dried tears. A floral

trembling. Tears in her bright green eyes as she tries not to look at the carnage surrounding

locked up, she was a Wolf pup. Either Salem had been too busy to notice there was a child here, or he had left her for me, knowing it

"What's your name?”

face as she chews on her bottom

old are you, Dorothy?" Big black circles

“Six”

how long you

mousey brown, matted hair falls around her

opens her bright green eyes. “Are you like

but I know lots of people who are.” She was aware

to the police station, but that would raise questions that I didn’t have time to answer. Or two, turn around and take her

we.” I smile as I squat,