The Alpha’s Contract by Taylor West

Chapter 0323



**** TRIGGER WARNING: MISCARRIAGE ****

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"Everyone needs to stay fucking still!" Dane roars as I look over at Mallory.

Eric is desperately trying to stop her from bleeding as he slams his hands against her stomach. Damien cups her face, forcing her to look at him rather than down at Eric and talks to her, trying to keep her calm. From here, I can see her body trembling, blood already pooling around her. Dane grabs hold of my face and turns it to his. "You need to get them under control. You can't help Mallory otherwise."

'He's right. We have to do this.' Nyx mutters

'I'm not sure I'm ready.' I whisper back

'You've got this. Just like we practised.'

I take a deep breath, letting my lungs fill to capacity as I tune into my Alpha abilities. I only needed this lot to listen, not the others in the pack and definitely not Damien as he tries to help Mallory.

in front of me. “Everyone, face down

and Nyx is bouncing around in pure happiness that I

and another male Lycan who was still on his knees. They were fighting. And I see what they are fighting over, a gun. It hadn't been Abaraxas that

Lycans. They were silent, including the kids while their hearts ran rampant in their chests. Not a single soul was

points it directly at the shooter's

won't survive

on the trigger. I had let him kill whoever was a threat up until this point. But

"Stop!"

hazel eyes to me in confusion. "He is a threat! He shot

Alpha. And you are a dirty fucking Hunter. A disgrace to your

you didn't obey my order. And the one you shot was a Lycan. You won't get a chance to try that again." The shooter slowly turns to face

do you think let the Hunter in?!" There is a darkness to my voice. But unlike the other times, it brings a

chance to finish his sentence as my claws sink into his

out a breathy gasp. Shock and surprise linger on his face as his eyes drift down to the prating wound.

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up through his throat as he no longer gets the oxygen he needs. Blood appears in the corner of his mouth, slowly making

floods through me as I watch the life drain from him which is quickly washed

else and you know it's the right thing