The Alpha’s Contract

'Dane is coming.' Nyx groans. 'Just stay put.'

I don't listen and unclip the seatbelt, pulling it from my flesh and sending my own blood splattering across the car.

It takes me a moment to find the door handle as Nyx continues to tell me to stay still. 'He's coming. I can hear him. Dane's coming.'

I couldn't hear him. All I could hear was her and the blood rushing between my ears. My head ached and I could barely see straight, the smell of fuel fills my nostrils. I fling the door open just as I'm thrown forward again. My wrist cracks as I'm slammed into the dash followed by a crack in my pelvis as I try to move.

The contents of my stomach reveal themself along with huge amounts of blood.

I'm thrown a third time and my head hits something sharp before I fall back in my seat. It was getting harder and harder for me to breathe. Everything inside of me felt torn up.

"BRAX!" I force out, but it comes out all breathy with no real sound. He wasn't moving as I cough up more blood.

"We haven't got time. We have to get them now!" A male voice hollers.

"We've got plenty of time." A woman mutters

"She's mated to Dane. He's probably already on his way." Another man snaps

"Then we better hurry up. She is an Alpha too, remember. If she's not dead, she can heal quickly. We need to get this done now. Before he comes looking for her.

I close my eyes as the footsteps move closer, willing myself to heal. I needed to heal just enough to fight back, just enough so I can shift and rip their fucking hearts out!

"Kill him first." The woman mutters. "We don't need that bastard shooting everyone. Or learning about us."

I hear more glass shatter, and the sound of something heavy being dragged across the ground. Seconds later, a round of shots are fired and a single tear creeps down my cheek. Brax hadn't stood a chance against whoever these scentless people were.

'Nyx, we need to shift and I can't do it on my own right now.' I beg. This was the only way I was going to survive.

'We are too weak.' She tells me as a new wave of nausea hits me

Someone grabs my wrist and I prepare to swing my broken one at the person. "Neah, it's me." Brax mutters. "Open your eyes, look at me."

I stare at him in shock. “You... you're alive?!!" I feel the blood seep from the corner of my lips. He uses his thumb to wipe it away.

"I had to play dead. It was the only way to get you out of here. Can you walk?"

I shake my head at him and a sharp pain goes up my neck. I fight to keep the vomit down. "I'm not... I don't think I'm healing." My lungs are barely filling with oxygen.

He glances over his shoulder, trying to decide what to do.

"Did you kill them?" I cough and more blood comes up.

"To fucking right. Fucking arseholes. And now need to get you out of I here." He slips an arm behind my knees and forces the other behind my back. "This is going to hurt."

Brax lifts me out of the car as I cry in pain. Somehow, the breaking of bones when you are not shifting is so much more painful.

He places me on the ground and

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adjusts my legs and hips as

footsteps come running towards us.

Dane's scent is strong and I'm so

happy that Nyx was right. He drops

down next to me as my pelvis clicks itself back into place.

He cups my face and uses a cloth to wipe the blood from my chin. "Don't talk. I've got you. You are going to be fine."Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

"What the fuck happened?" He demands from Brax as he picks broken glass out of my face.

"These fuckers crashed into the back of us." Brax tells Dane.

I turn my head, ignoring the pain in my neck to see who Brax was talking about. Three dead people lay on the side of the road. Eric stands over them with a frown. Each one had a bullet lodged in their skull.

I knew all three of them.

Wolves from Black Shadow.