The Alpha’s Contract by Taylor West

Chapter 0327



Blair

My lungs burn like they never had before. Being human like was hard. Even at a slow pace, I could barely run for more than a few minutes at a time.

Every step had intense pain tightening around my legs, forcing me to stop, along with the weird pain just off to the side of my stomach that seems to appear every time I'm out of breath.

I definitely took my abilities as a Lycan for granted.

Pausing against a lone tree. I take a few deep breaths, I was grateful for the drip bags, but I was dying of thirst. Cooper must have lied about the drip feed being everything we need.

I cast a glance over the field. The sun was starting to set and I had no idea where I was. I had stuck to fields and wooded areas rather than roads. But I hadn't seen any other of the escapees either.

I could slow down, but every hour that passes means I'm running out of time. I only had the full bag left and the partial one attached to my arm. I needed to find a Witch.

Going into a town seemed to be my only option. an option that I didn't want.

I start walking as quickly as I can. Though I'm pretty sure it's the equivalent of me running when I first left the prison. It doesn't seem like I'm getting anywhere fast.

Relief floods through me when I spot a farmhouse, and more importantly, clothes on a washing line. Anything beats the gown that I'm wearing. Powering on, I make my way over to the hanging clothes, grateful that they are at least dry. I pull on the jeans which are a little too big for me and grab the blue tee when someone clears their throat.

"SHIT!" I spin around. I hadn't heard them creep up on me.

folded across her

a man stealing my clothes."

thuds like crazy.

grey eyes move to the drip bag and then down to the discarded

"Something like that."

open at the question and her

"Are you a Hunter?"

Her blonde hair is practically touching the ground. She continues

"Then what are you?"

five years

"Lycan but...."

took that away from

finding someone in the middle of nowhere that knows the man who kidnapped me? More like

my life." The woman

least I think he is, I don't know anymore. I just knew

starving. Come on in, I

can't stop." I look at my drip bags,

you're not. Come in and I will explain everything.

that could be messing with me. But I was het, tired and every inch of me ached. Food and somewhere to sit

was the same

"I'm so tired."

and points to

"That pain you