The Alpha’s Contract by Taylor West

Chapter 0318



He smiles. "You talk about Neah being your sibling, but she isn't even looking for you."

"You don't know that. You don't know anything about me!" She would be looking for me. Maybe not physically but she she had a reason to want me dead.

He reaches out and tucks a strand of my chaotic hair behind my ear. "I know so much more than you. But I think it's time to get rid of this." His fingers fist in my hair and he tugs my head back as he calls for someone.

The older woman from my first day here appears with scissors, a can of shaving foam and a new razor on a tray.

"Now you better sit still, or I might accidentally slice something I shouldn't!" Cooper muses

He takes every strand of hair from my head. Cutting it as close to my scalp as possible. I watch as dark locks fall around me on the bed and could feel the tears burning the back of my eyes. I loved my hair, but I refused to cry for him and when I find a way out of this damn prison I am going to skin him alive.

When he's done with the razor, he grabs my face, his is centimetres from mine. "In future, make sure you eat."

didn't eat?! What

the room with the older woman. The door is slammed shut and the bolt is pushed back into place. My hands go to my head. It's perfectly smooth, not a single strand left behind, like

it. I hated him. I hated what he was turning me

from the wall. It's to high for me to reach and the bed is bolted down so it couldn't be moved. I continued to stare, hoping that he was watching me. Hoping

I couldn't help wondering what she would think if she knew someone

a feeling she would want

camera to the door. Something is happening just outside. I couldn't hear properly. Cooper had taken that away from me. Muffled sounds echo along with footsteps.

door flashes as the noise fills the room. The bolt on the door is pulled back and my door partially opens. No one comes in and I hear more footsteps. I glance at the drip bag attached to my arm. I had maybe twelve hours at most unless I could find

littered in the corridor, all of which do not have a drip bag attached to

had made it out of their room

look up and down the corridor. Every single door is open. Someone had broken out or

into one room and

et

twenty four hours. I had roughly forty hours in total, but I had to move now. I had to get out of this