The Alpha’s Contract by Taylor West

Chapter 0447

"Do you think they would be embarrassed?" I ask Dane.

"Your parents?"

"No, generations before. To see what had become of my bloodline. The pages in this book show that once, there were so many Kitson's, dwindling all the way down to me and I guess Samara now."

"And the twins."

"No."

"No?" He cocks a brow at me.

I shake my head. "I know we haven't talked about it, but they are Blacks. Not Kitsons. They may be Lycans but they are yours as much as they are mine. Kitson is a name that probably doesn't mean the same as it once did."

His lips mould against mine, kissing me furiously. He breaks away with a smile. "Whatever you want."

We move through the house, stopping outside the basement door. I was trying to focus on the memory of Dane making me part of the contract. At the time I had panicked but ultimately, it had been my ticket out of here.

"I can't go down there." I groan

"You can do this."

"It's different. It's.... This isn't about what they did to me."

Nyx is quiet too.

"Mallory?" Dane asks quietly

go down there where my blood is probably still stained on the wall because I wasn't allowed to clean it. It's going to... It's not a memory

I will

the door and we are hit with the rancid smell of decay. It's a hundred times worse than when we opened the front door. Dane had opened windows, it had aired it out a little. But this. My

legs propel me through the house and I barely make it outside before emptying

"Sickness hitting you already?"

to see Damien holding out a bottle of

I think we figured out

back at me as I

"Right."

you and Klaus were doing

I needed a drink and then

my mouth and spit it out to try and clear

You said." I look up at him, "You asked

"I did."

didn't ask me why I

"I did not."

know something?" I point my

that there was only one other period of time where you drank milkshakes. The drink you requested when we stopped five minutes into the journey because you were hungry."

there is a

'Nyx?' I mutter

then starts humming to herself so she doesn't have to talk

he always has his hand on your stomach." Damien grins at

"He does not."