The Alpha’s Contract by Taylor West

Chapter 0609

Neah

"You are overthinking again," Dane loops his arms around me to stop me from pacing and presses his lips to my cheek. "Damien and Eric have set traps. Everyone else has been wamed to stay out of the forest, or if they do go in, to go no further than a mile."

"You can't smell them," I mutter. "The Wolves cannot smell the Lycans. Then there are the new arrivals."

I knew I was more jittery than usual, just like after the boys had been born. It is a feeling that is hard to describe but makes you feel constantly on edge, as though there is a threat around every corner. It passes eventually, well, it did with the boys. Now I worried about other things with them.

Dane's arms tighten around me as I glance over to our sleeping girls. They looked so tiny and fragile.

Dane's lips linger over my mark, his breath teasing my skin as he asks, "Do you trust Brax, and do you trust Klaus?"

I close my eyes, lean back on his chest and sigh, "It's not about whether I trust them."

"I

agree."

I turn in his arms to look at him, not understanding why he would ask me if I trusted them. "Who do you think I trusted when I walked into Moonshine?" he asks.

who were there with him when he came

him along to keep him out of trouble here." He rolls his eyes. "The only person I truly trusted was myself. That is why I came alone on my first visit. Yes, I listened to others, but

a hard time trusting anyone," I snort,

that, but I believe it has done me well all these years. It's kept the pack

was obvious Thalia was going to come

"She won't."

finding your faith, Nyx

always so certain," I mumble, answering

me back into him and cups my face, locking his eyes on mine, "I believe in you." He looks behind me, "The girls are fine; I can hear them breathing, I can hear their hearts, and I know you can as well. Now I need to know what happened

the stuff with White Cliffs. She doesn't want the rest of it, even

me, but a

a mistake," I tell

"Fighting with White Cliffs?"

history makes her feel differently. I tried telling her that I was the same and denied it. She said she thought we were cursed. Me being raised the way I was, and her being

"She called it

he sits on the edge of the bed,

Ishrug.

"Neah, talk to me."

recognised until I came along. Klaus managed to do a family tree that matched the one in