The Alpha’s Contract by Taylor West

Chapter 0213

By the time I get inside, Jenson had already poured me a glass of wine. I kick off the damn trainers. The arches of my feet are killing me from the flat footwear. Give me heels any day.

I settle on the sofa as he pours himself a whisky.

“Everything. I don't care if we are up all night. I need to hear everything. She has killed, right, that's true?”

He nods. “She likes to go for the heart. She shifts to kill. She never shifts just to run or anything else. At least she never used to.

"So her plan was to kill me.” I smile.

He frowns at me. “She doesn't trust people.”

"Well, that's something else we have in common.” I smile and take a big gulp of my wine and begin to unfasten the jeans.

He cocks an eyebrow at me.

"Ch no, honey, you're not getting any of this until you tell me everything. They are coming off because I can't stand them a moment longer!”

the sofa, letting the cool air lick my irritated thighs. Yes I would prefer to see his head between my thighs, but not until I hear every

he knows, even asking

would have been dead months age. She was barely hanging on to life when he brought

my life. The funny thing is, I didn’t want her

always thought that the Alpha blood came from her father, your father.” He mutters, taking a

said he was a Beta by birth right. That he took over as Alpha when he marked Neah's mother. She was the one who carried the pure Alpha blood. It wasn't until after I was born that mother discovered

blood. She tried to remind him that I was his heir first. The true heir. Turns

goal, not mine. "I want her to lose

all. No maney, no clothes

he could raise his precious

spend years watching yor mother desperately -_ pine for gman that doesn't give EN shit about you or his daughter. I~ wa ched her sink into oblivion fora man that wasn't even hers because she was

was the reas son why he never came back to ker. I was the ~~ inconvenience. I was the bastard’

belongs to .Org

‘I need a shower!” I snap, getting to my feet. "Can I join

“No.”

respectful of is me saying ‘No’. It was rare that I said it to him, but still, it was one of