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."

Sammie. He took it all away from me. There are too many people in that pack that hate me and that's just the Wolves. Staying here is just too risky for me. Someone will kill me and there won't be a

what you

"I don't know."

next to me, pulling the blanket over her legs

over her question. It wasn't sarcasm and it wasn't her mocking me. It was genuine and I guess on some

Shadow by now and if they have, that means they would have submitted to Neah. Maybe even Alpha Dane. Who knows how many are living there now, and who knows how many of those I have pissed off and

saw Abraxas, I honestly thought he would be the one to kill me on the spot, but he had just watched me. He had been impossible to read and that made it worse. I know what I

going to kill you. At least then, everyone's cards are laid out on the table and I didn't have to feel this impending doom that sits in the

to read people

of us can defend ourselves." I mutter. "It's just... We are nothing compared to them, they

a sip of her coffee, she is addicted to the stuff. "Maybe she

tell me you are not

that she had a clear opportunity to kill us, yet she didn't. They turned up here, they found us They could have forced their way in and slit our throats and

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in the mood. Or maybe she was too focussed on what she was asking us. She wanted

on my shoulder. "I've been thinking about

his prisoner again. What would he do to me as