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.

the ones who were there with him

came alone on my first visit. Yes, I listened to others, but other than that, I

time trusting anyone," I snort,

I believe it has done me well all these years. It's

is still a war looming," I mutter. It was obvious Thalia was

"She won't."

faith,

certain," I

away, I go to check on our sleeping daughters. He pulls 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 with Samara. You

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

at me, but a frown

a mistake,"

"Fighting with White Cliffs?"

my head. "That she is being offered this role. I get it. She... her 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

"She called it 'The Kitson

on the edge of the bed,

Ishrug.

"Neah, talk to me."

of a great war. But besides him, no other Kitson was recognised until I came