Filed to story: The Alphas Contract Novel by Taylor West
“I’m not here to tell you that you were right or wrong. We all make mistakes at some point in our lives. I came here purely because Neah suggested you might have some information or at least be able to find it.”
He loads up a bag with full water bottles and drums his fingers on the table. Walking past Samara, he reaches up to a thick book that sits on top of the tall bookcase. He stares at it briefly and blows the dust off the cover and hands it to Samara. “This might be of some interest to you.”
“What is it?” she asks with raised eyebrows.
“It’s a story from a long time ago. Written by Aldous Kitson.”
“Who is that? Kitson is obviously a connection, but who?”
“As far as I understand, he is a great relative of yours and someone who led the Lycans in the great war, a very long time ago.”
“And how is that going to help?” I ask. “Is there something in there about White Cliffs?”
“No pack name is mentioned. But there is something that refers to the Kitson clan. And maybe Samara will find it interesting.”
He flips his head upside down and gathers his hair in his hands, quickly and casually tying it up in a knot on top of his head.
“It’s like I said Damien, there is nothing. You are more than welcome to search these books, but I know them all pretty well.”
“Thanks.” I mutter, looking at the stacks and wondering where I would even start. “You are still leaving?”
He nods at me. “I have to do this. I need to know who I am, what I truly am and where I really came from. I know, it sounds ridiculously selfish, but I have spent years doing everything for everyone else. Always finding the answer that they need, but now, it’s time for me to find my own answers.”
“What about Neah? She’s pregnant.”
“I know and I did consider staying, but there are others that are more than capable of working in the hospital. And there are plenty of women in the pack who have given birth including Neah. Besides, Neah accepted why I wanted to leave.”
“Where will you go?” Samara asks as she tucks the book under her arm
“Wherever the information leads me. I will be back at some point, though I can’t give you an exact date. When I have finished my search, I will return.” He flashes his deep green eyes at me. “Don’t worry, I won’t run off in the middle of the night, I will say my farewells.”
“I can’t believe he is leaving the pack.” Samara mutters as she follows me back home.
“He needs to do what he needs to do.”
“But it’s still a huge risk. He could be gone for years.”
“That’s Klaus’s choice. He isn’t being kicked out and he has spoken to Neah about it.”
Back inside, she makes herself a coffee and settles on the sofa. Crossing her legs, she flips the book open and rests it on them.
I took my own coffee to the table, I could see her through the open door. Several times she goes to take a drink, but the mug never quite makes it to her lips. A wide range of emotion flashes across her face as she turns the pages. Curiosity, surprise, sadness and every now and again, she would look overwhelmed by what she is reading.
“Do you know much about the war?” She asks and her eyes lock on mine. A rosy pink tinge fills her cheeks and she starts drinking the coffee to hide her face.
Before I have a chance to answer, she starts firing information at me. Nothing that was really useful, but to her, it seemed to be.
She glances back to the book. “There’s allsorts in here. And it’s weird to read about a great ancestor.” Samara slowly closes it with a small frown, “What about you family?”
“What about them?”
“Do you ever go and see them?”
“Why would I? I’m not Human anymore. Salem is dead and Dane is my brother now.”
“Parents? Any other siblings?”
I shake my head at her.
“Sorry. I’m intruding.” She mutters and takes another sip of coffee.
“You are not intruding. I rarely talk about my past life. It isn’t important.”
She drops the book on the sofa and comes through to the kitchen, sitting at the opposite end of the table to me. How did you get here?”
“Luck.”
“You believe in luck?” she scoffs
“Not always, but I do think it was luck that brought everyone into my life. The woman who turned me, she was a problem. I left before she could get me to do something that I didn’t agree with. When I met Damien, I was trying to get Mallory out of a shit situation. And they just happened to come along. Did I expect to meet my mate here? No. But I guess everything happens for a reason.”
Samara lowers her eyes. “She was a big part of you.”
“She is, but she didn’t make me who I am. That happened a long time ago.”
I watch as she nods, but she doesn’t make eye contact. Suddenly she gets to her feet. “Another coffee?”
“Not for me.”
She doesn’t say another word as she fills the kettle and starts making herself another drink. She stands with her hands on her hips, cinching in the tshirt she is wearing and showing the curves of her hips.
My eyes involuntarily drift down to her pert ass and for a second an image appears in my mind of her bent over the counter, her bare round ass in the air, waiting for me.
I cough to clear the thought and she turns around to look at me. “What happened?”
“Coffee, wrong hole.” I splutter and make an excuse to leave.
“Do you want me to stay here?”
“I think that’s for the best.” I shout back and head out the door.
Mallory is staring at me with a cocked eyebrow, a few feet away from my door and with Luca in a sling. “I’ve seen that look before.” She smirks as I stride past her.
“It’s nothing.” I mutter
“Hmm.”
“There is no ‘hmm’. It is nothing.”
“If you say so.” She muses
“Why are you here anyway?”
“Eric is on duty, there are a lot of people in my house and I just needed an hour or two. And it’s good for Luca.”
“Sounds like you regret inviting Neah and Dane to stay.” I tease
“I don’t regret it.”
“Liar.”
“I’m not the only one lying to myself, am I?” She winks at me. “Spill.”
Her pace is quick as she follows me across the grounds to the burnt out packhouse. She doesn’t push for more information, well not verbally anyway. Just her presence was enough to know she wasn’t leaving until I had given her something. She had always been the same and a lot of the time, her persistence pays off.
She comes to an abrupt stop next to me and looks up at what was left of the packhouse.
“This isn’t why you had that look on your face.” She mutters
“I’m not ready to talk about it.” I try, hoping that for once, she would just drop it.
“Okay, so tell me why you have come here.”
“Work has started.”
“I’ve seen that.”
“I might as well help.” I tell her
“Damien.”
“It’s fine.” I snap and she just stares at me. “Sorry, that was a little abrupt.”
“Just a little. What’s going on?” This time there was no teasing, she wanted to know. Maybe if I just give her the minimum.
“There is alot going on in my head right now.”
“I can see that. But you know as well as I do that it’s best to get it out.”
“I went to Raven’s grave.” I sigh
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