The Alpha’s Contract by Taylor West

Chapter 0374



Blair

"We warned her, now we should leave." I sigh as I pull a sweatshirt over my head. It was so fucking cold. I have never felt the cold, not like this. My nipples could cut glass with how cold I am. Did Humans always feel like this?

Sammie brings me a blanket, tucking it around my legs. "I don't think we should go, not just yet."

"We have been here longer than we need to be." I persist. "You only wanted to come here to tell Neah about Cooper. We have done that and somehow, I am still alive and I would very much like to keep it that way, even if it means spending the rest of my life freezing my fucking ass off!"

She rolls her eyes at me and tells me I'm being dramatic. "What about your mother? she confirmed your mother was in the pack, just like you expected."

"And?"

"Don't you want to see her?"

"It doesn't matter what I want. They want nothing to do with me. I've already told you why."

"I never pegged you as the type that would give up so easily."

that pack that hate me and that's just the Wolves. Staying here is just too

that what you

"I don't know."

sits next to me, pulling the blanket over

wasn't sarcasm and it wasn't her mocking me. It was genuine and I guess on some level I am. I would be stupid not to be. I used to say that to all the assholes I

even Alpha Dane. Who knows how many are living there now, and who knows how many of those I have pissed off and I wasn't sure I

he would be the one to kill me on the spot, but he had just watched me. He had been impossible to read

going to kill you. At least then, everyone's cards are laid out on the table and I didn't

being able to read people was

are nothing compared to them, they can

takes a sip of her coffee, she

you are not

They could have forced their way in and slit our throats and left like they were never here. But they didn't. Maybe there is a

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she just wasn't in the mood. Or maybe she was too focussed on what she was asking

my shoulder. "I've been thinking

heart races. I couldn't stand the idea of being his prisoner again. What would he do to me as punishment for escaping? He had already shaved my head. My hand runs through the dark fluff that is