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.

order Silas. He rolls his eyes at me and settles into the chair

to hear." Aero murmurs. He was fed up with trying to convince Silas and has told me several times

on her bottom lip

me, "why do you think his

sky gets dark. I thought it was bad, the noise scares me. They are so loud. Daddy told me it's just hiding the

voice makes

little bit, trying to break through." Tears appear in her eyes making the green of

my family." He tells

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

juice and settles her attention on Silas. "I

feel it." He tells

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

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

glares at her.

shakes her head at him, 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

first met her." Silas protests. He