The Alpha’s Contract by Taylor West

Chapter 0590

Neah

"You still haven't said anything," Samara whispers as she eyeballs me.

"She's talking to Nyx," Damien tells her.

The longer Samara waits for me to talk, the more jittery she becomes. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, slurping on her coffee or glancing over my shoulder at Damien.

"Dakota," I mutter. "She told you that you are my Beta."

*Yep. Look... I only know what she has told me. Honestly, it's not the end of the world to me, maybe her, but not me. I'm just grateful to be alive. You are still allowing me to settle in. Letting me live here. Just because she said it's true, I don't expect it to ever be something you acknowledge. You have Damien, and he is good at his job. And you have Eric." She gives him a big smile.

"That's why you are here, isn't it?" Damien asks. "Because of this Beta business."

"I'm trying to figure out some things," I sigh. I wasn't quite ready to discuss my entire thoughts.

"You are not planning on running off to help the others, are you?"

and I won't. I've just had the girls. And I'm not Cooper. I can't just project myself into White Cliffs. Though that would be a useful gift to have right

thought process because

on me. "I don't have the answer. I only know what I am told by Dakota. She thinks our fates have always been tied. That even though we never grew up together we were supposed to find one

on," Damien

stronger and thicker than it has been in centuries." Her eyes shift back to me. "And right now, I wish she would stop talking because it makes me sound like I'm trying to

but keeps

are

bond stronger than a mate bond?'

happened. Kitson blood is the backbone of

Damien and Samara staring at me, waiting for me to respond. Instead, I leave and head in the

gave me my first real taste of freedom. There had been so many deaths inside of it that maybe a new house

there are still as many massive windows as there were before, maybe even more. The woodwork is painted in the darkest shade of black, giving it an almost gothic

you are!" Mallory mutters as she

I keep my eyes on the packhouse, taking in all the

some air, but he knows it is code for you needing time

I kept things to myself. Now, I think it helps that he can get into my head and see what's on my mind without asking what I'm thinking about. As

behaving myself.' Nyx

that he