Filed to story: The Alphas Contract Novel by Taylor West
“If more keep appearing.” I comb my fingers through her red waves. “And I don’t know if there is a way to reverse the shit this prick has pulled.”
He frowns. “I need you to do me a favour.”
“Another one.” I cock my brow at him, “I feel like I have done more than enough for you.”
“Samara is being taken to Neah.” He tells me
“And you’re here?”
“She doesn’t want me there.”
“And what’s that got to do with me?” Madison presses herself into me and I squeeze her a little tighter.
“Blair is in the dungeons.”
“You want me to kill her? I will be more than happy too, I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”
“No.” He pauses. “Out of curiosity, why haven’t you just killed her?”
“Neah asked me not to.”
“Thought you didn’t listen to Lycans.”
“Normally, wouldn’t, but she has her reasons and oddly, I respect them. She isn’t like any other Lycan. She sees more than most. She listens. She doesn’t piss me off.” | give him a sarcastic grin.
“What do you mean ‘she sees more than most?””
I shrug my shoulders. “There’s no real explanation for it. Maybe it has something to do with the way she was brought up. Maybe she feels t more settled now she knows who and what she is. I don’t know, but she isn’t a prick and I don’t feel the need to jam a bullet into her head like I do with others.”
He smiles at me. “Or maybe, you just realise that not all Lycans are assholes.”
I roll my eyes at him.
“Anyway, I was hoping you would come down to the dungeons with me. I want to ask her some questions and I want to make sure I don’t miss something useful.”
Madison was probably going to be asleep for a while if the last couple of days were anything to go by. She doesn’t stir as I pull my arm from under her. In fact she appears to be in the deepest sleep ever.
I follow Dane across the grounds to the dungeons. Blair is sitting in the corner of one cell, her hands bound together. Her legs folded up in front of her. She looked broken. It brought a small piece of happiness tomy cofer heart.
“This is it, isn’t it.” Her brown eyes flicker up to mine. I still found it uncanny how much they looked alike, though the brown eyes and the shock of short black hair made them noticeably different.
“You must be shitting yourself, waiting for death.” I mutter
She squeezes her eyes shut. “I’m ready.”
“He’s not going to kill you.” Dane tells her
“Yet.” I add with a smile, though she doesn’t see it with her eyes screwed tightly shut.
I watch her gulp, her fear is more than evident by the way her body is trembling. She was actually fearing for her life. Interesting.
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Blair
My heart races as the two men tower over me, they weren’t in the cell with me and yet it felt like they were taking up all the space.
Dane with his strange crimson eyes, watches me as Abraxas talks but I don’t even hear him over the rush of blood that’s happening inside my head. I do nothing but stare back, trying to make sense of his mouth movements, still, nothing sinks in.
The more I try, the more my head hurts and my lungs feel like they are working overtime. A panic attack Sammie had called it moments before I agreed to have the drip bag removed from my arm.
Abraxas clicks his fingers, “Are you even listening?”
I wanted to say no, tell him that his words are not sinking in, but nothing moves. My muscles fail me in every way possible. I was pretty sure I would piss myself if there were any fluids left in my bladder.
Sammie had said that we have a fight or flight mode embedded in us. It’s only now with no Lycan that I would learn the true meaning of it. But what did it mean when I found myself unable to move or speak to the men who had put me here?
fear.” I only catch Abraxas’s final word. Somehow and somewhere, it seemed like I had forgotten what he was capable of.
I force myself to lower my head and take a few deep breaths. Is this how everyone had felt moments before I killed them? Did they feel like everything was moving in slow motion as they faced their death? Or were they paralysed with fear?
The back of my eyes burn as I try to hold in the tears. I was already weak enough without them seeing me in a blubbering mess. Something that I would have laughed at if it were anyone else.
The cell door is pulled open and Dane moves towards me. He grabs my elbow and rips me up onto my feet.
“What…what are you doing?” I croak.
He smiles at me, but it looks forced, or maybe it has a hidden meaning. It’s pointless for me to try and guess, he wouldn’t tell me anyway.
A tear breaks free and I wish I was able to wipe it away without them seeing but with my hands still bound together, it’s impossible and instead it runs freely down my cheek.
Abraxas brings a chair into my cell and Dane forces me on it. Abraxas holds a cup to my mouth, the cool liquid tickles my lips but I turn my head away. Poison would be a slow death even without my abilities.
“It’s just water.” He mutters
I peer up at his hazel eyes. I couldn’t tell if he was lying or not and I certainly couldn’t smell if there was any poison in the water.
My throat is dry, every swallow is like razor blades are making their way through my flesh. I hadn’t had a drink in ages and take a chance.
Sipping it, I’m relieved. The cold water is the best thing I’ve tasted in hours and it beats that weird tasting juice that Sammie kept giving me She kept insisting that my taste buds needed to adapt too, so drank it, but each and every time pulled a face because of the weird bitter after taste.
“I need you to answer some questions.” Dane tells me and my eyes move to Abraxas. “He is merely here to make sure that I’m getting the truth from you.”
My head moves up and down. I wasn’t risking lying to them, not now and that strange knot appears where my stomach should be.
“So let’s start with a few trial questions. What is your name?”
“Blair Everwood.” I whisper. But I see the way they look at each other. They were expecting me to say Kitson.
“How many siblings do you have?”
“Thr…Four.” I mutter almost forgetting my new half sibling, she must be five months old by now. “Two half sisters and two half brothers.” I confirm “How many people have you killed?”
I shrug my shoulders.
“An estimate.”
I frown, keeping count was not something that bothered or interested me. I knew many did, but was paid and counting was pointless. Once the job was done, I moved on to the next client. “Maybe a hundred.”
“Why did you sell that toddler to a bunch of Humans?”
My eyes flicker to Abraxas. At the time, I felt no guilt about what I did to his daughter, it was purely payback. I had no problem tormenting someone in that way. It was just something that needed to be done. Now… Now I could see the cruelty of it. I had killed a mother and her unborn pup in the process and she wasn’t the first. I had taken a child without a second thought and gave her to the most vile creatures on Earth. Humans.
“Because I am a bitch.” I whisper. I had become so cruel and not once had I stopped to think about it until now. I nod at them both. “I more than deserve to die. All I want to know is when.”
Dane looks over his shoulder at Abraxas who nods his head
“Neah will make that call.” Dane tells me, “Though personally, I would like my Wolves to hunt you.”
Being ripped apart while I was still breathing was not something to look forward to. I was starting to wish that there was poison in the cup.
Dane squats down in front of me. “I want you to draw out any little bit of information you can from Samara.”
I still couldn’t believe she had set me up. Everything she said and did, made me think she was being truthful, but I could see it now, after everything Neah had said to me, I could see that Sammie was nothing more than a liar.
“I will try.”
“You will more than try. Your life depends on it.” Abraxas sneers
“Right.” I lower my gaze. “And if I don’t.”
“I think you know the answer to that.” Abraxas tells me
“So you will kill me if I don’t do it and you still might kill me if I do dig out information.”
“Correct.” Abraxas smiles at me. “Glad you understand.”
Dane unbinds my hands and pulls a protein bar out from his pocket. “Eat. If you are going to do this, I can’t have you starving to death.” His tone is hollow. I don’t think he would actually care if I were to starve. I was his game piece and for now, that means I get to live.
He takes it out of the wrapper and gives it to me. “Move.”
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