The Alpha’s Contract

Blair

"We warned her, now we should leave." I sigh as I pull a sweatshirt over my head. It was so fucking cold. I have never felt the cold, not like this. My nipples could cut glass with how cold I am. Did Humans always feel like this?

Sammie brings me a blanket, tucking it around my legs. "I don't think we should go, not just yet."

"We have been here longer than we need to be." I persist. "You only wanted to come here to tell Neah about Cooper. We have done that and somehow, I am still alive and I would very much like to keep it that way, even if it means spending the rest of my life freezing my fucking ass off!"

She rolls her eyes at me and tells me I'm being dramatic. "What about your mother? she confirmed your mother was in the pack, just like you expected."

"And?"

"Don't you want to see her?"

"It doesn't matter what I want. They want nothing to do with me. I've already told you why."

"I never pegged you as the type that would give up so easily."

"I am not who I was, Sammie. He took it all away from me. There are too many people in that pack that hate me and that's just the Wolves. Staying here is just too risky for me. Someone will kill me and there won't be a damn thing that you can do about it."

"Is that what you want?"

"I don't know."

She sighs and sits next to me, pulling the blanket over her legs too. "Are you scared?"

I mull over her question. It wasn't sarcasm and it wasn't her mocking me. It was genuine and I guess on some level I am. I would be stupid not to be. I used to say that to all the assholes I hunted.

Lycans probably took up most of Black Shadow by now and if they have, that means they would have submitted to Neah. Maybe even Alpha Dane. Who knows how many are living there now, and who knows how many of those I have pissed off and I wasn't sure I was ready to find out.

When I saw Abraxas, I honestly thought he would be the one to kill me on the spot, but he had just watched me. He had been impossible to read and that made it worse. I know what I did. He knows what I did. But he just watched as he asked questions.

It's much easier when people tell you they are going to kill you. At least then, everyone's cards are laid out on the table and I didn't have to feel this impending doom that sits in the pit of my stomach.

Not being able to read people was hard.

"Neither of us can defend ourselves." I mutter. "It's just... We are nothing compared to them, they can snap us like twigs if they wanted too."

She frowns and takes a sip of her coffee, she is addicted to the stuff. "Maybe she will help us."

I laugh. "Please tell me you are not talking about Neah?!"

"I just think that she had a clear opportunity to kill us, yet she didn't. They turned up here, they found us They could have forced their way in and slit our throats and left like they were never here. But they didn't. Maybe there is a chance for us

here."

I laugh, “Or maybe she just wasn't in the mood. Or maybe she was too focussed on what she was asking us. She wanted answers."

Sammie bobs her head. "Maybe you are right." She leans her head on my shoulder. "I've been thinking about the questions she was asking. I think someone has gone missing."

"That means he is already here." My heart races. I couldn't stand the idea of being his prisoner again. What would he do to me as punishment for escaping? He had already shaved my head. My hand runs through the dark fluff that is my hair.

I hadn't even looked in a mirror since Sammie made me, I probably looked like I had been electrocuted by how it felt.

"It will grow back." Sammie mutters

glancing up to my hand. "It won't be this short forever." Her arm loops over my waist. Her reflection in the blank television screen showed her smiling. How she was so positive all the time was something I could just not grasp. But I guess it's because she has been living this way for quite some time. She had gotten used to it. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

And as much as I didn't want to die, the thought of living like this forever was scary. I hated Humans as a Lycan and that wasn't going to change. Though I liked Sammie, but I think that was because we had something in common.

"Do you think it's true?" I mutter as I watch a candle burnout.

"What?" Sammie asks quietly

"That Neah was right, that I was purposely let out?"

She sighs and sits up, "I had wondered that myself. Five years I was waiting for someone else to make it out of that place. I always wondered if there were others and they had just taken a different route. You know, stuck to the roads and lanes instead of the woods and the fields and that's why they never stumbled upon my farmhouse. But you did say your door was opened along with everyone else's. So I do believe Neah was right."