The Alpha’s Contract by Taylor West

Chapter 0288



Blair

My eyes focus on the brats playing in the front garden. They are spitting images of their father. They looked happy as they kicked a ball between them. Giggling and laughing until the younger boy slips on the ball, landing with a heavy thud.

The sound of their happiness is quickly replaced with cries and the elder boy screaming for his mother.

She comes rushing out of the house, an apron tied around her waist, a small dish towel tossed over her shoulder, her jet black hair tied up into a high bun. She drops to her knees, pulling the small boy in against her chest and rocking him. Promising him that everything was going to be okay.

She had raised them to be wimps. There wasn't even any blood. If I had fallen from a tree at their age, she would have told me to get up and shake it off. 'You're better than this. Grow a backbone! Be better!'

They are all smiles and the tears have stopped as she promises them cake and ice cream. I roll my eyes, I would have been lucky to get a decent dinner at that age.

But here I was, needing a place to lie low, a place to think. I had returned to my mother's home in the hope that she will welcome me in, even if it's just for a night or two while I figure things out.

Forcing myself out of my new blue BMW, I straighten up, my bones cracking. I had only just managed to force myself to shift back yesterday. It took a lot, but for now I was back in human form and I needed to keep it that way.

I step towards the house, throwing my eyes up and down the small cul-de-sac. Every house here is full of Lycans. The remnants of what was once a great Lycan pack.

The white gate creaks as I push it open. I see the curtains twitch. A moment later, the front door is ripped open and there stands my mother's husband, glaring at me with his deep blue eyes.

the fuck do

"I came to see my

and the boys

you are."

shutting the door, I stick my toe in

just saw her." I hated

out of the doorway, making me back up as he folds his arms across his chest in a defensive stance. “You are not welcome here and don't give me some bullshit about wanting to see your mother. You haven't been here in five years. I bet

a deep breath. He wasn't wrong. The youngest had only just been born when I left. "Maybe it's time I get to know my brothers."

at me. I could kill him. I had thought about it so many times, but for some fucked up reason, I just couldn't do it. He made my mum happy after she had spent so long being sad and

and down the street, I really didn't want to

asshole to our

"I killed his family."

didn't kill

"I..."

is not a

a baby start to cry from somewhere inside. "You had another

You have a

shouldn't be having pups at

me, though his deep blue eyes remain on me