The Alpha’s Contract by Taylor West

Chapter 0380

I try looking over my shoulder at Dane. "He's bullshitting me, right. This is just some twisted mind game to get back at me before you kill me, right?"

"No."

I turn back to glare at Abraxas. "Then how were you not able to tell she was a Lycan when we first came here. I call bullshit."

"I'm still trying to figure that out. She covered her scent and somehow she concealed her true identity. But now, it's wearing off. And she is trapped in the dungeons." Brax smirks at me. "In fact I have bets that she either wants Cooper to herself or she is the one running the shit show."

I shake my head. It had to be a trap, some kind of trick. To lure me back here, but they still hadn't killed me. I knew tricks, I had operated a fair few and I promised myself that after Cooper no one else would succeed. Someone was lying and it wasn't me.

"She took me in." I whisper. "She can't be a Lycan. She told me what happened to her. She has evidence."

"Part of the trap." He shrugs his shoulders. "And you fell for it, big time."

"So what if she did. Why do you care? You could have just told me to go fuck myself."

"Because like you said, you brought her here and now she is our problem."

I sit in stunned silence, they had to be wrong. She told me how she escaped. She told me all the things that were done to her. She showed me her box of stuff, the gown, the empty drip bag. What she did to escape.

Abraxas laughs as he spins my chair back

with his jaw clenched. His crimson eyes locked on to mine. It was impossible for me to tell how he was

Neah." He

focus on Dane as Damien brushes by me. Minutes go by and no one has

side of the desk, sitting in the large chair,

you don't want to

see focusses on me. “Everyone leave." Neah

making me jump. "Looks like you

more the nerves set in,

sure if she is waiting for me

could I get some water?" I ask

have killed

I whisper. The truth, I tell myself, nothing but the

You wanted to be Alpha,

him. I wanted the Lycans. I wanted the Lycans to rise, to become better than the Wolves," I snort, "To be better

"Wanted?"

for me to finally

hands and the claws disappear. I needed to choose my