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

Salem is dead and Dane is my brother

"Parents? Any other siblings?"

shake my head at

She mutters and takes

intruding. I rarely talk about my past

sitting at the opposite end of

"Luck."

believe in luck?"

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

her eyes. "She was a big part of

didn't make me who I am. That happened a

but she doesn't make eye contact. Suddenly she gets to

"Not for me."

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

and for a second an image appears in my mind of her bent over the counter, her bare round ass in the

clear the thought and she

wrong hole." I splutter and make an excuse