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?"

the girls. And I'm not Cooper. I can't just project myself into White

at least try and explain your thought process because

what she is trying to figure out," Samara mutters. Her grey eyes hover 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.

Damien

Alpha and me being her Beta, our bloodline is 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

but keeps his

what we are thinking.'

bond stronger than a mate bond?' I ask Nyx. 'Is that

have happened. Kitson blood is the backbone

for me to respond. Instead,

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

and there are still as many massive windows as there were before, maybe even more. The woodwork is painted in

you are!" Mallory mutters as she comes to a stop next to

you?" I keep my eyes on the packhouse,

you needing time to think. I was just going

Now, I think it helps that he can get into my head and see what's on my mind without asking

myself.'

bother you that he does that?" Mallory