Filed to story: The Alphas Contract Novel by Taylor West
‘Looks like Latin.’ She mutters back
‘Latin?’
“I can’t be certain, can I? I’ve only been with you for a few years!’
Continuing to turn the pages, I stumble on to a family tree. Just like the one Klaus had done for me, only this one had more names and spread over several pages. Next to my mother’s name is the name ‘Amelia Kitson’, with a birth and a death date. Stemming from her is another line that just reads ‘Female, unknown. Was that Samara? Because that would make her my cousin.
“I think…. I think I’ve found something.” I mutter to Dane.
“Good, because Trey and Cassandra were shit at keeping decent paperwork.” He makes his way towards me and I offer him the book.
He sighs. “It would make sense. If Samara didn’t know her mother. The family would not have known about her to record her.”
“But someone knew something. Maybe Amelia told them the baby didn’t survive?” I shrug my shoulders
“Anything is a possibility. But sadly, it does mean Samara is right. You two are related.”
“And she is a threat.” I frown. “She carries Alpha genes. She could kill me and become Alpha.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Why?”
“Because you are the last female Alpha. She can’t just replace you. And besides, if you were to die. The role wouldn’t be hers anyway. You have twin boys that are next in line.”
“Then what do we do about Samara? She can’t stay in the dungeons forever. And Cooper might still come for her.”
“Maybe not. Maybe we can convince her to help us.”
“How?”
“By telling her where she comes from.” He hands me the closed book. “Maybe start with that.”
I glance up at the shelves. There are other identical books to the one I’m holding. Pulling each one out, I see that they all have the same gold lettering, but the pages are blank, like they are waiting to be filled.
“Any luck?” Damien asks as he and Klaus make their way into the office.
“We have something, it’s not much, but we know who Samara is.” Dane tells him. “Neah’s cousin. You were right Klaus. Neah’s mother did have a sister.”
“Is she alive?” Damien asks
I shake my head. “According to this, she died fifteen years ago. But I never met her, at least, I don’t remember meeting her. I don’t even remember my mum talking about her. The only thing I really remember is watching my parents die.”
“Do another sweep.” Dane instructs. “Make sure we haven’t missed anything. Hidden rooms. Trap doors, anything.”
Klaus and Damien bob their heads and head in different directions
“Do you think they would be embarrassed?” I ask Dane.
“Your parents?”
“No, generations before. To see what had become of my bloodline. The pages in this book show that once, there were so many Kitson’s, dwindling all the way down to me and I guess Samara now.”
“And the twins.”
“No.”
“No?” He cocks a brow at me.
I shake my head. “I know we haven’t talked about it, but they are Blacks. Not Kitsons. They may be Lycans but they are yours as much as they are mine. Kitson is a name that probably doesn’t mean the same as it once did.”
His lips mould against mine, kissing me furiously. He breaks away with a smile. “Whatever you want.”
We move through the house, stopping outside the basement door. I was trying to focus on the memory of Dane making me part of the contract. At the time I had panicked but ultimately, it had been my ticket out of here.
“I can’t go down there.” I groan
“You can do this.”
“It’s different. It’s…. This isn’t about what they did to me.”
Nyx is quiet too.
“Mallory?” Dane asks quietly
“Mallory and I have come a long way. She is home, watching our boys and I can’t have what she did stuck in my head again. I forgave her and if I go down there where my blood is probably still stained on the wall because I wasn’t allowed to clean it. It’s going to… It’s not a memory I want to relive. It’s not who she is anymore.”
“Then I will go down.”
He opens the door and we are hit with the rancid smell of decay. It’s a hundred times worse than when we opened the front door. Dane had opened windows, it had aired it out a little. But this. My stomach ties itself up in knots and I feel the milkshake I had earlier, forcing itself back up.
My legs propel me through the house and I barely make it outside before emptying my stomach.
“Sickness hitting you already?”
I look up to see Damien holding out a bottle of water
“Dane opened the basement door. I think we figured out where the smell is coming from.”
He looks past me into the house and then back at me as I take the bottle from him.
“Right.”
“I thought you and Klaus were doing a sweep.” I mutter.
“We were, I needed a drink and then you came charging out here.”
I swill the water in my mouth and spit it out to try and clear the taste of vomit. It just makes my stomach tie itself up again.
“Wait. You said.” I look up at him, “You asked if the sickness was hitting already.”
“I did.”
“You didn’t ask me why I was being sick.”
“I did not.”
“Do you know something?” I point my finger at him.
“I know that there was only one other period of time where you drank milkshakes. The drink you requested when we stopped five minutes into the journey because you were hungry.” “Are you saying that I am pregnant?”
“It’s early, but yes, there is a very subtle change in your scent.”
‘Nyx?’ I mutter
I didn’t want to freak you out.’ she whispers and then starts humming to herself so she doesn’t have to talk to me.
“Plus, whenever you and Dane are standing together, he always has his hand on your stomach.” Damien grins at me
“He does not.”
He smiles at me.
“Does he know?” I ask
“He hasn’t said anything to me.”
“This is not good. I’m going to have three under the age of two and what if these turn out to be twins. That’s four under two. What if they can shift too? And the amount of nappies!”
“You have a while to prepare.” His smile grows.
“I’m glad you find this funny.”
“What’s funny?” Dane asks as he comes out behind me. He had brought a couple of the Kitson books from the office.
“I just… Did you find anything?”
“The smell was from a badly decayed body. My guess, Kyle because the body was just at the bottom of the stairs, like it had been dumped there. Nothing else, a few boxes with bits of tat. A mattress. But I thought these would come in handy.” He taps the books, “and we can add our own family to them. However many children we have.”
“You knew?” I demand
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