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.

eyes at me and

with trying to convince Silas and has told me several times to let him go so he could figure it out

her bottom

to me, "why

drop. She wrinkles up her nose, "When there is thunder the sky gets dark. I thought it was bad,

voice makes her jump and I see

Tears appear in her eyes making

family." He tells

her head at him. A tear rolls down her cheek. Damien is

attention on Silas. "I don't know why you can't feel it. You are

do feel it." He tells her. "I feel it

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

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

at

the tears threatening to spill over. "The Witch is bad. She's not who you 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

her." Silas protests. He