Filed to story: The Alphas Contract Novel by Taylor West
She shakes her head, “Brax, I know you think that’s the easy way. But I don’t. What if the one you shoot is just another one of his projections? What if it’s a trap? What if it is exactly what he wants us to do?”
“He was counting on you turning up.” I tell her. “If anything, he was annoyed that you hadn’t. He has enough syringes full of drugs to wipe out more than the people in this pack.
Essentially, he could turn us all Human.”
“Was it intentional for it to wear off so quickly? Was that what he wanted?”
“I don’t think so. He seemed surprised when he realised I wasn’t drugged anymore. Hence stabbing me.”
“It’s because he is a Hunter.” Brax shrugs his shoulders like it’s no big deal.
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Oh come on, Mister Research.” Brax rolls his eyes at me, “Are you seriously telling me you have created her whole family tree, going back centuries, but you haven’t even bothered to look up your own ancestry?”
“Well, I have been a little preoccupied.”
“You are a fast healer, right?”
“I guess so. I always just put that down to being lucky.”
Brax rolls his eyes at me. “You are a Hunter. As much as that word should not be connected to you. It is. Hunter’s are fast healers. We heal like Alpha’s because we are our own kind. Have you ever seen me with a wound?”
“That’s why the drugs didn’t stay in his systern long?” Neah scowls
“Bingo.”
“But there is also something else you should know about Hunters.” His eyes flicker around the grounds. “That maybe we should discuss inside.”
He gestures to the door and Neah is the first through it. She leads us into the office and takes Danes’ seat behind the desk. “Well?”
“This is information I never thought would come in handy.”
“Spit it out Brax.” I snap. I was done with this. I need a good sleep and a space to clear my mind.
“If you haven’t done research on yourself. I’m guessing you haven’t done much on Hunter’s in general?”
“I haven’t needed too. Generally if I ask you, you will tell me what I want to know.”
He sits on the comer of the desk, much to Neah’s annoyance. “Hunter’s don’t just hunt Rogues.”
“What?”
“Actually, that is the wrong phrase. There are Hunter’s that don’t hunt Rogues.”
“So what are you saying?” Neah asks,” Because I’m clearly missing the point.
“It doesn’t help when Brax has a need to be dramatic!”
“Doh, look who is growing a pair of balls after making a decent kill!” He smirks
“BRAX!” Neah warns him
“Fine. You were with Cooper for a few days. What did you learn?”
“He is unhinged!”
“More?”
“We are mated!”
“Are you sure about that?” Brax cocks an eyebrow at me.
“He has a mark with my initials.”
“Does he?”
“He showed me.”
“See, now that’s where it gets a little interesting. Witches do have a mark.”
“The mark is the initials of their mate. Yes I know. i lied to him and gave him a false name but I don’t think he bought it.”
“That’s not entirely true.”
“That’s what you told Dane. You said over time the mark mutated into the initials of their mate.” Neah frowns
“I said I believed, but now, I don’t think that is quite true. Or there would be more Witches present and he would likely be mated to another Witch to keep the bloodlines from disappearing altogether.”
“Brax, just spit it out. These short answers make me want to rip out your tongue!” Neah scowls at him. Or maybe it was Nyx with how dark her eyes are. Since when has that started happening again?
“So I’ve been wondering why you are unphased by the Lycans. In fact, you are so fucking curious about them that it makes me a little sick. But nevertheless, you are a Hunter. There is a reason you can withstand Cooper’s bullshit. That mark that he showed you, I don’t believe is a mate mark. He is still half Lycan. And clearly he hasn’t been raised to understand that. I think I was wrong. I think the initials belong to the person who is going to kill him, not his mate.”
“What?” Neah presses. I couldn’t tell if it was a ‘what’ because Brax admitted he was wrong. Or a what’ because of what he said about me.
“Klaus isn’t just any Hunter. He is a Witch Hunter.”
Dane
Samara is sitting in the back of her cell as I enter the dungeons. Her knees are pulled up tight to her chest as she tries to hide her face from me.
“She stopped crying a little while ago.” Damien tells me. He is sitting on a stool at the far end. “But she’s clearly shifted again at some point. More claw marks.” He points to the top of her cell. “Is the bastard dead?”
I shake my head, “It’s a little more complicated.”
Stopping outside of her cell, I observe the deep claw marks. They were all focussed around the top of her cell. Almost like she is trying to dig a way out. She will have a hard job, inside the cement is more bars. I wasn’t letting someone else escape.
“My brother is alive isn’t he? He was here and now he is not. She whispers though she continues to keep her face covered by her arms, like she was hiding something.
“You tell me. It seems that you have been lying Samara. Do you even know how to tell the truth?” I ask
“I’m not….”
“Cut the bullshit. I know you are behind everything. Why did you want Blair to bring you here? Who are you after?”
“I came for help. That’s true.”
“If you continue to lie I’m going to open this cell and run this blade from your neck to your navel. Very, very fucking slowly.” I hold the blade up to show her and she finally raises her head to look at me. Slow healing claw marks littered her face.
Her eyes drift to the blade, “You can’t hurt me with that.”
“Don’t test me.”
She shakes her head, “You literally can’t. There are marks on the handle. Marks that mean it can’t touch my flesh.”
I look at the handle. She wasn’t wrong. Strange marks had been carved into the wood. “Why?”
She shrugs her shoulders at me. “Coop made it for me to use. It was so I could protect myself but it could never be used against me. Though, he never actually let me use it. Decided I wouldn’t need protection when I had him.”
“Protect yourself against who?”
She drops her head forward on to her knees and doesn’t answer.
“Samara!”
She remains silent. I was on the verge of ripping her cell door open and testing out her theory until I remembered what Klaus had said. If she got out, it would be a bloodbath. Yet I still didn’t know why.
“Everyone and no one.” she whispers
“What does that mean?” Damien edges forward. “How can you need protection from everyone and no one at the same time?”
“From yourself? Is that who you are talking about? Or are you talking about Cooper and his projection abilities.” I demand
Her grey eyes are wide as they flicker up to mine. “He’s mastered it?”
‘Is this a trick?’ Damien links me
‘I don’t know
Samara scowls into her legs. Her mouth opens and closes like she couldn’t find the right words to say. “If he has mastered it after all this time…. I don’t know what will happen now.”
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