Chapter 310 – The Alphas Contract Novel by Taylor West

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‘Exactly what we are thinking.’ Nyx mutters

‘A bond stronger than a mate bond?’ I ask Nyx. ‘Is that even possible?”

Weirder things have happened. Kitson blood is the backbone of Lycans.”

I could feel Damien and Samara staring at me, waiting for me to respond. Instead, I leave and head in the direction of the newly built packhouse.

It’s larger than our old house. A house that gave me my first real taste of freedom. There had been so many deaths inside of it that maybe a new house was what we needed.

A porch wraps around the entire bottom floor, and there are still as many massive windows as there were before, maybe even more. The woodwork is painted in the darkest shade of black, giving it an almost gothic feel.

“There you are!” Mallory mutters as she comes to a stop next to me.

“Dane sent you?” I keep my eyes on the packhouse, taking in all the small details.

“He said you went to get some air, but he knows it is code for you needing time to think. I was just going to link you, but figured you were deep in thought somewhere.”

*He used to get so angry when I kept things to myself. Now, I think it helps that he can get into my head and see what’s on my mind without asking what I’m thinking about. As long as Nyx doesn’t block him.”

‘I’m behaving myself.’ Nyx huffs

*Does it bother you that he does that?” Mallory asks

“No.” A smile creeps across my lips. “I think it has helped to make us stronger. Sometimes, he knows me better than I know myself.”

*And you came to the packhouse because? You are moving back over here later anyway.”

“I didn’t come straight here. I went to see Damien first.”

“Ah, that was why I couldn’t find you.”

I turn to face her. “Mallory, this thing you have going on with Damien.” I shake my head, “It has to stop. He has marked her. She isn’t going anywhere. We shouldn’t be falling out with each other when there are outside threats.”

Her brow creases,” She isn’t right for him!”

“Why isn’t she?”

*She did so many bad things.”

*Did she? At the end of the day, she played Blair. Everything she said to us was twisted because of Cooper, but she never actually hurt anyone other than Blair and herself. She believed in a different life. He made her believe that. Just how Cassandra made you believe that I was in the wrong. Just as Trey convinced everyone that I killed my parents.

*Samara’s younger years are almost as messed up as mine, Mallory. Ironic when we carry a bloodline that is supposed to be unlike anything else. Damien is happy with her, and I know he misses you. And not just him, what about Dorothy? You haven’t had her over since you and Damien fell out.”

“I wish it was as simple as you make it sound. And our house is pretty manic at the moment.”

I roll my eyes, she knew exactly what I was saying.

“Even if I wanted to try. I don’t even know where to start.” She sighs heavily.

*You tried and tried with me. Refusing to accept that I would hate you forever after what you did to me, and now look at us. Don’t throw a strong friendship away just because you don’t see eye to eye with his mate. Talk to her. Just like how you wanted to talk to me. Sit down with no one else to interrupt.”

*You don’t have an issue with her anymore, do you?” She asks quietly

I shake my head and fold my arms across my aching breasts. I needed to get back to the girls before I started leaking. “I trust Damien.”

Her brow softens, “I do miss him. I miss our talks. I miss his presence.”

*Then go and talk to him. He is still at home.”

She turns around, facing the direction of his house, but doesn’t move. “Are you sure you are okay?”

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?”

‘It’s starting to get really irritating!’ Nyx grumbles

*You were in the hospital for ages, unconscious. The birth of the girls was accelerated. And going into labour was the thing that woke you up. We have a right to be concerned.”

“I promise I’m okay.”

“In that case, can I ask you a favour?”

I nod.

*Can you just push me towards Damien’s? I don’t seem to be able to move.”

I give her a good shove, and she stomps in the direction of his house, watching her to make sure she doesn’t stop. What does it mean to have a female Beta?” I ask Nyx as I sit on the porch. The few that I had met had always been male. Even the ones from Dane’s past contracts. Every single one of them was male. Not a female in sight.

‘I don’t know.’ she murmurs.

‘Maybe it is something we need to discuss.’ Dane’s voice rumbles through my head.

He’s waiting for me at the small kitchen table. The boys chase each other in and out of the rooms, screaming and giggling. They don’t even stop to acknowledge me.

*Have you been in my head the whole time?”

He dips his chin, “You think Samara can help?” He asks while gazing at me.

“I’m not sure. I think there is something. That’s what my gut tells me.” I press my lips together and sigh. “I want to help them. I don’t want to sit around waiting for news that Brax and Klaus are dead. But, as you said, they are hundreds of miles away. I just…. I just wondered if there is something in what Dakota told Samara, how she is a preselected Beta for me. There must be a reason.

*Dakota told her it seemed like it was our fate to find one another. That we are stronger together. But I always thought the mate bond was the strongest thing anyone could have. Am I wrong?” I ask

Dane scratches the stubble on his chin. “I have to admit that I have wondered the same.” He glances over to the boys, “Some would say that it was fate that led me to you. Brax would say that the higher powers had already laid out the path that would lead me to you. That I was always destined to find you.

“I’ve told you countless times that you were the last person I expected to find in Moonshine. Yet our paths still collided. The situation you were in still churns my stomach and floods my system with rage, but I will always be grateful for that first phone call.”

My heart skips a beat. I never saw myself getting out of Moonshine. I thought I was going to die there.

*If are paths are already laid out, that means you believe Samara and I were always supposed to meet. Do you think that about everyone?”

He nods. “Some are put here to test us, others to join us.” His crimson eyes lock on mine. “And I think, deep down, there is a reason why you didn’t kill her. You had a chance. You had multiple chances. Something was holding you back. You have always killed easily.”

“I’ve let Blair live.” She had been trying, though I knew there was still drama between her and Samara and it was always Blair that started it. But she always tried to keep her mouth shut when I was around.

“For now.” He smirks at me. “Maybe, this is like you accepting your Alpha position. You need to accept Samara for who she is supposed to be.”

*Even if I did, how is that supposed to change the things that are happening in White Cliffs?”

A crease appears between his brows “You belong here, yet ultimately, White Cliffs is yours.”

Brax

Indy allows Amy to drag her through the crumbling hallways. I stay close, ready to rip Indy away the moment something changes. Amy’s soul is a mess. I knew she was helping, but I still didn’t trust her.

There are cracks, and then there are holes, and sadly, the remainder of her soul is riddled with them. She is more than broken, the worst I have seen in a long time. How she is still alive is impressive, but Neah has taught me that Kitson blood is strong and that no matter how close to the edge she got, she had always found her way back. But that was Neah.

And it still didn’t make Amy trustworthy.

Amy hums to herself as she shuffles along another hallway, unaware of our eagerness to get out of this shit hole.

Coming to a stop, Indy is wide-eyed as she watches Amy. “We have to keep moving,” Indy whispers, gesturing for her to move on.

“Baby girl, we are here,” Amy mutters as she smiles at a stone wall. She drops Indy’s hand and drags her thin fingers across the wall as if searching for something.

“Secret door,” Klaus mutters to the white Wolf. “Like the other one.”

Amy’s humming grows louder as she squats. She moves her fingers over the grooves of the stones, almost as if she is counting.

Pushing a stone, it sinks into the wall, and something clicks into place. A ridge appears in the shape of a door. As it pulls back, the sound of stone grinding on stone fills the air. Amy laughs to herself as she stands. She spins around, her attention is solely on Indy. “Your home, baby girl.”

Klaus glances at me, and I shrug. Amy believed that Indy was Samara, though she had given Samara up after birth. Did Amy not remember the colour of her daughter’s eyes?

I know Dorothy’s mother would have recognised our daughters. I had watched my first mate suck in every inch of our daughter, memorising her features. If only she could see our little girl now.

Or maybe Amy was teetering on the edge, and unlike Neah, she couldn’t make it back. Trapped hovering between life and death.

Indy is the first to slip through the narrow door, and Amy follows her as she starts humming again.

“Guys, you need to see this!” Indy calls out.

One by one, we move through the narrow door into an even smaller passageway. My shoulders pressed to both walls as I shuffled forward. I push my way through hanging clothes and stumble into a well-lit bedroom, where Indy seems to be amazed as she spins around, taking it all in. It is bright and airy compared to her home.

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