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."

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

what

"I don't know."

and sits next to me, pulling the blanket over

over her question. It 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

even Alpha Dane. Who knows how many are living there now, and who knows how many of those I have pissed

the spot, but he had just watched me. He had been impossible to read and that made it worse. I know

cards are laid out on the table and

to read people was

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

and takes a sip of her coffee, she is addicted to the stuff.

you are not

didn't. They turned up here, they found us They could have forced their way in and slit our throats and left like they were never here. But they

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mood. Or maybe she was too focussed on what she was asking

bobs her head. "Maybe you are right." She leans her head on my shoulder. "I've been thinking about the questions she was asking. I

again. What would he do to me as punishment for escaping? He had already shaved my head. My