The Alpha’s Contract by Taylor West

Chapter 0317



Blair

Everyday I expected to feel a little better. Everyday I am wrong.

Cooper insists that the bag pumping liquid into my arm is keeping me alive and yet it made me feel like it was draining the life from me.

There's a knock on the door and the same daily routine starts. A nurse comes in and checks the drip bag. She puts a towel down on the end of my bed along with a tiny bar of soap and a toothbrush. I'm expected to follow her to the showers, pulling my bag of medicine along with me.

I had tried twice to strangle her with the tube that connects the drip bag to my arm. Both times I had been punished with withdrawing me from the medicine just long enough to make me suffer. Repeatedly.

Cooper had them do it to me for days at a time until I was begging him just to let me die. He always answered the same. "How do you think those that you killed felt? You deserve to suffer."

I follow the nurse to the showers. Most of the cells I passed are quiet. They had quickly learned that no one was coming for them. That screaming and shouting was a waste of time. But I always knew when someone new had been brought in.

Their fists would pound against the door. Their voices demanded to be let out until they grew tired. And after all these weeks, I still didn't know what Cooper is trying to achieve. Why make us suffer? Why take our abilities away to only keep us locked up in here. It made no sense. Killing us would be much quicker and we would be less of a drain on resources.

And if it isn't bad enough, I'm watched while I shower. Humilliation at its finest.

away, and a fresh one is given to me before I make my way back to my room, where a measly bowl of porridge would be waiting

if it were a

first week here. Something about not wanting me to spoil

Bastards!

was a prison and Coop had anointed

I knew. The life that I had worked hard

just to be able to link my mother or even hear fucking Neah. I just need to hear another voice that wasn't my own or Coopers or

porridge, I place it on the floor and curl up in the bed.

my door is slid back. I feel a

Cooper demands. I don't bother to look at him. "This is the third day.

"I am not hungry."

"It's not optional."

"I don't feel well."

bag provides you with what

you call surviving?

rip this fucking shit out, but you always appear before my heart even gets a chance to stop. My eyes flash up to the camera. If we all had cameras and albdid it

belongs to .Org

Why should I let you die,

at him. "I've met some fuckers with God complexes

destruction you