The Alpha’s Contract by Taylor West

Chapter 0502

"I can't believe he is leaving the pack." Samara mutters as she follows me back home.

"He needs to do what he needs to do."

"But it's still a huge risk. He could be gone for years."

"That's Klaus's choice. He isn't being kicked out and he has spoken to Neah about it."

Back inside, she makes herself a coffee and settles on the sofa. Crossing her legs, she flips the book open and rests it on them.

I took my own coffee to the table, I could see her through the open door. Several times she goes to take a drink, but the mug never quite makes it to her lips. A wide range of emotion flashes across her face as she turns the pages. Curiosity, surprise, sadness and every now and again, she would look overwhelmed by what she is reading.

"Do you know much about the war?" She asks and her eyes lock on mine. A rosy pink tinge fills her cheeks and she starts drinking the coffee to hide her face.

Before I have a chance to answer, she starts firing information at me. Nothing that was really useful, but to her, it seemed to be.

She glances back to the book. "There's allsorts in here. And it's weird to read about a great ancestor." Samara slowly closes it with a small frown, "What about you family?"

"What about them?"

go

would I? I'm not Human anymore. Salem is

"Parents? Any other siblings?"

shake my head

and takes another sip of

are not intruding. I rarely talk about my past life. It

comes through to the kitchen, sitting at the opposite end of the table to me. How did you

"Luck."

in luck?"

brought everyone into my life. The woman who turned me, she was a problem. I left before she could get me to do something that I didn't agree with. When I met Damien, I was trying to get Mallory out of a shit situation. And they just happened to come along. Did I expect to meet my mate here? No. But I guess everything

"She was a big part

is, but she didn't make me who I am.

nods, but she doesn't make eye contact.

"Not for me."

drink. She stands with her hands on her hips, cinching in the

eyes involuntarily drift down to her pert ass and for a second an image appears in my mind of her bent over the counter, her bare round

cough to clear the thought and she turns around

I splutter and make an excuse