The Alpha’s Contract by Taylor West

Chapter 0570

Dane

I walk a few steps to Damien's house and knock on the door.

*How am I going to find the truth in there? Silas demands

"I said maybe there is a way we can find out. It's a long shot, but it's all I have right now. Witches are not exactly easy to find and the one reliable source I had is likely no longer with us."

Damien pulls open the door and I already see Dorothy sitting at the table, shoving food into her mouth. "She said she will try and help. But if she gets upset or it's too much, we stop."

"That's fair." I nod. She was still young, it was unfair to put this much on her, but it was the only thing that I could think of that might help him. I was certain that her abilities were more powerful than Brax's and there was a reason Neah had Dorothy sit in with her when the Lycans were arriving. "We will stop whenever she wants."

He lets me in and Samara offers me a coffee. A fresh mark sits on her neck. I cast a glance in Damien's direction, 'Happy?' I link him. I hoped this was the right choice for him.

His eyes lock on mine and he nods as he moves behind Dorothy. Damien places his hands on her shoulders." Anytime you say stop. We stop. I promise. No one is going to make you do anything that you don't want to do." Damien had told her those exact words so many times since he rescued her.

*I know Daddy. I want to help. I can try to look." She smiles and those dimples appear.

Silas. He rolls his eyes at

up with trying to convince

chew on her bottom lip as she stares at

green eyes shift to me, "why do you think his mind is

her nose, "When there is thunder the sky gets dark. I thought it was bad, the noise scares me. They are so loud. Daddy told me it's just hiding the blue

to mean?!" Silas's booming voice makes her jump and I see how

Tears appear in her eyes making the green of her

miss my family." He tells

tear rolls down her cheek.

attention on Silas. "I don't know why you can't

tells her. "I feel

her head at him. "Not really." She turns to look

Samara quietly puts her mug down and turns to Silas as she takes a deep breath. "I was thinking about what you said and now, listening to Dorothy, it makes perfect sense. You are not allowed to feel what you are supposed to feel. The clouded head. Unable to recognise it, unable to feel it, unwilling to believe it. You have some sort of spell on you, but not the kind that makes you lose everything. The kind that makes you blind

glares at

love." Everyone's attention shifts to her, but she doesn't notice. I glance at my twin, who was Dorothy talking about? Who did Silas really love? He had only ever expressed his

her." Silas protests.