The Alpha’s Contract by Taylor West

P2- Chapter 0016

"Hunters." He sighs, "A Hunter's soul doesn't break."

"How is that even possible?"

"It's the way we are born. Maybe it is why I can see souls so well." He shrugs, "When our own is whole, we see things differently."

I look over at his glass. He has only had a tiny bit of brandy and slowly swills the liquid around the glass.

"You didn't think to tell me this before?" I ask.

"Would it have changed anything? You care for my daughter, and as much as I don't like admitting it, I am grateful. You were the Dad she needed when I wasn't around." He knocks back the rest of his drink.

"Even if you are grateful, what happens if Serkan or Thalia find out about her? I know Dottie is capable of something more. I feel it in my bones. She is powerful in her own right, and that means she could be useful to them. We already know Cooper got to Kade. We don't need the same thing happening to Dottie."

"They won't touch her if they know what's good for them. Besides, they want Neah."

"What better way to go after someone than to hurt the children Neah holds close to her heart?"

"They can try." He sneers and taps his empty glass on the table, lost in thought.

"Is it Dottie's mother?" I try again, eager for answers. "Just give me a yes or a no. I can do my own research."

He dips his chin.

is why you won't mark Maddie! It's not anything

in

of Raven, to let myself be happy with Samara. Why can't

that easy." He spits through gritted teeth. "She was a big part of my life and gave me a beautiful daughter. I promised to love

grieved for her." I stare at him in surprise. He was big on letting people accept death. He encouraged people to grieve, yet he

his feet, "Thanks for the

are you? It could be important given what

me, where can I find

nods as he struts out

others' souls, couldn't see that this was holding

slowly opens the door, "Can I

I wave him forward.

to walk in on anything again." He mutters

in luck, I'm

chair Brax had been sitting in

seen the white-haired woman hugging him but

the one with white hair launched herself at me. She wouldn't let go, clinging to me like glue while telling me repeatedly that she was so

because she is

and stares at me. Slowly, he closes his eyes, "Not