The Alpha’s Contract by Taylor West

Chapter 0553

Dane

I stand just outside of Neah's hospital room, watching her through the window. Still nothing had changed. She looked peaceful. Relaxed as though she was sleeping. Monitors are still connected to her, just in case, including one wrapped around her stomach for the twins. Yet everything points to her being in some sort of deep sleep.

The doors to the hospital open, a gush of air rushes in, accompanied by my twin's scent.

He was alone, which surprised me. The pack were yet to accept him. Giving him stares and odd glances wherever he was. Some even went as far as checking in with me to make sure it was him.

The pack had heard my side. Every single Wolf and Lycan had listened to the news of what my father had done and thankfully, they still stayed, just as Mallory said they would.

It was a relief. Though they were unsure of him and probably would be for some time. I didn't blame them, not after everything I had learned from a single phone call with Brax.

"Where's Damien?" I ask

*Helping Samara with something. He said you wanted to see me?* Silas stops next to me, looking in through the window that separates us from Neah. His eyes move to my mate and a small frown appears on his face. "Still not woken up?"

"No." I confirm

you wanted to see me? I can't help

had been here for a week and somehow, he

Silas into another room and quietly close the door. "Why didn't you tell us about White Cliffs? The walls? The river? The deadbolt gates? The fact that the entire pack is concealed under a spell

gates. As for a spell,

at him. Brax did suggest that he was under some sort of spell too. That his mate, Thalia, had tricked him. Just like Cooper tricked so many people,

assume Brax is there then?" He asks

"Yes."

is no spell, Dane. If there were, I would have told him. I even drew a picture of the castle

about the spell. He had to

Quinn, are they

*He has met Thalia."

a sigh of relief. "You don't know how good it is to hear that. Is she okay? She must be,

a scar." I tell

his mouth to say something, but changes his mind and closes it

find that interesting? I know

it. I've spent years convincing Thalia that it doesn't bother me. It covers part

side of her neck and her face. That was the worst day of our lives. We lost our son and now you are telling me that I imagined the fire

will be telling me that I imagined my children. Just because you