The Alpha’s Contract by Taylor West

Chapter 0197

“Did they....” The thought sickened me, “Did they touch her?

“I don't think so, not in that way at least.” Damien tells me. "I have asked as gently as I can in several ways. The most I think they did was watch her crawl around like a dog, lapping water from a bowl. Throwing food at her. Made her sleep in the cold. Though she did have a few bruises.”

"Her parents?”

“There were no other Wolves there. Everyone Salem killed was human.” He sighs, "She was likely there for years. She’s six and she has spent most of her life chained up. Honestly, I'm surprised she isnt more feral.”

I was six when all my problems started. Imagine being younger and not even understanding what is happening to you. “You brought her here because of me.” I mutter, locking at the sleeping pup in his arms

“Yes.” He doesn't even hesitate with his answer

"What about Salem? He will come right back here.” Raven mutters

“I figured she would be safer surrounded by Wolves and Lycans than humans. At least this way, she has a chance of learning who she is. Can you imagine her being with humans and then suddenly unable to control her shift.”

His response takes me right back to Devon. I shake the thought away because who knows how much of what he told me was actually true. "Ckay.” I mutter. “Thank you, Neah, you won't regret it.”

Damiens eyes drift to Raven. She hadn't said a lot. "Dane, do you mind holding Dottie so I can spend some time with my mate. We have things to discuss.”

warns him "He will.” I

holds his arms out to Damien. Dorothy snuggles into Dane and something about him holding her makes my heart

as he stares at

and nod.

our bedroom. Damien and Raven are still busy and it

is still asleep when he lowered her onto the bed. He tucks the blanket up around her and makes sure the little

I had been asleep before the WiallaglelSlgigle! started. I sit up, flicking onthe ~~ > bedside e fight. Dane is already getting out of bed to check on Dorothy. He wast particularly happy ashe had toWear shorts to bed. Content belongs to .Org

as he tries to reassure her, her fingers catching his face. Small scratches disappear from his cheek as quickly

it's you.” I mutter, seeing how tightly her eyes are closed. Beads of sweat hover along her hair line. She starts to cry, repeatedly calling out

her lungs and our bedroom door is nearly knocked down by Damien. Her cries settle

but you've just become a Dad.”

am I supposed to do Neah? He was gone: or

It was far too

come back and we would have

a

can't compete

is expecting you to compete. You are his

‘I am aware.