The Alpha’s Contract by Taylor West

Chapter 0247

Mallory

“We can talk outside. It’s nice out here.” I pushed my feet into the ground, trying to slow her down as she used the arm around my shoulders to drag me forward. Her plan was obvious. She had fucked up by mentioning she was in a pack and now, I was to die for her fuck up. It must really be eating her up if her only option is to kill me.

But there was no way on this Earth that she would be the one to kill me.

Her grip on me tightens, forcing me forward a little more. “I would prefer to have this conversation over a glass of wine.”

“Sorry, I don’t drink.” I mutter, hooking my foot around the car tyre. If she was going to try and kill me, she could do it out here. Dane had said this place was neutral territory. Killing me in the open would have her torn to shreds.

“Are you always so stubborn?” She snarls, tugging me forward.

“I take after my father.” I shoot her a wink.

She snorts, and she’s missing the point. Or maybe Jenson didn’t know about that part to tell her.

“JENSON!” She screams at the top of her lungs, almost deafening me. So much anger sits behind her tone. Anger for me? Anger at herself? Or anger that Jenson had been watching from the window and hadn’t even come down to try and help her. Whichever one it was, I was certain she was close to exploding, or maybe even shifting.

His dark eyes dancing between the both of us as he tries to guess what she wants. Though it seemed pretty obvious. Or maybe,

get through to Jenson. It would be a long shot, but

grab her fucking

to the man who claimed

my legs, only for my knee to smack him in the eye. He yells and

against my legs receiving several blows to the groin and his face before he gets a complete hold on me, locking my

me onto a wooden chair, quickly binding my hands behind my back and my feet to the front legs of the chair. Child’s play. I really expected more from Blair. Or maybe she had never held someone hostage before. Maybe she was a kill on

was wrong.” I

the fuck up!” She screeches

at her and a hand slices across my cool skin. If I could look into a mirror, I would probably see a perfect red hand

you open

do that!” Jenson plants himself between us. There

out of the

you are an expert killer. You cannot take on that many and live to tell the tale. You will never get what you

get what we want.”

don't care about