Contractually Yours Alpha (Riley) novel Chapter 149

Chapter One Hundred and Forty Nine 

“So I guess you didn’t exactly mean your words when you said ‘you hope I died?” she questions 

“I thought I did; maybe I was wrong?” 

“Do you know what I would have done if I were in your place?” She questioned, and I shook my head, indicating a ‘no‘. “I would have laughed right in your face before I stabbed you in the chest. Then I notify the others only when I was sure you were dead. I would tell them that I found a dead body in the middle of the woods. Of course they have no reason to doubt me. 

If you had been expecting a thank you from me, then I am sorry to disappoint you. Shut the door on your way out,” she said before resting back on the bed. 

“Do you think I came here for the sole purpose of checking on you?” I questioned her, keeping the emotion off my voice. I did come to check up on her, but she didn’t have to know this. 

“Then why are you here?” 

“I know there is more–something you are hiding, and I thought if I talked things out with you, you would be willing to spill the beans,” I said truthfully. 

“Well, you failed woefully,” she said. That was it. I rose to my feet. 

“Why do you always have to be such a bitch?” I called out. 

“You see yourself as some hero for saving me, but you are not the hero; if you were, you would have gone for those elders too, instead of sitting idle here, where you would be protected. You are nothing but a coward.” 

“Maybe I did make a mistake; maybe I should never have helped you, and I apologize for that. I would try not to next time.” 

“Who told you there would ever be a next time?” 

I turned to her, my gaze fully on her. “You don’t seem to be able to move those hands right?” I continued before she could speak, “That makes you defenseless, and as the cowardly person I am, this is a very good time to attack; perhaps sparing your life was an unwise decision; I can correct all that here.” I said, my tone sharp as ice, I almost couldn’t believe it was coming from me. Maybe I too had a dark part; it might be hidden and buried, but it was still there, and Bailey always did a very good job in bringing that part out. 

She tried to look unfazed by my threat but I could sense her uncertainty. ‘Would she do it?‘ I could read the question off her eyes; she might be an elder, but right now she was nothing but a person injured and helpless. 

Bailey wasn’t exactly a good person; she had a history; just like the other elders, they had all come together to administer brutal punishments on offenders, most times said ‘offenders‘ were just those against their rule; the fact that she had betrayed her clan didn’t change who 

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she was. 

I walked out of the healing room. It was all a waste of time; she was too much of a bitch to reason with; there was no need trying to. 

It was very late; I couldn’t tell exactly what had woken me, but my heart raced wildly. 

Maybe it was just a bad dream. 

Thane lay beside me, but there was something wrong with his breathing. 

His eyes were closed, fast asleep, but he seemed to be having some inner turmoil. 

I leaned in to kiss him, and that’s when I realized his temperature–he was literally burning up. I placed my hand on his forehead to be sure, and I was right; his body was so hot, and coming to think about it, that might have been what woke me up, 

I rushed into the bathroom, collecting a bowl of warm water and a towel. 

I dipped the towel into the bowl and placed it on his head. He groaned. 

“Thane,” I called, but he didn’t wake. 

If it were any other day, he would be awake the moment he sensed I was, but now… something’s wrong. 

Damn.. his body was burning up–like really, really hot–and the towel I placed on his head wasn’t helping. 

“Thane,” I called again, this time panicked, but yet again, there was no response. 

I shook him. Nothing. 

I was about to go find Axel; it was late, but Thane needed help, and just then, I felt his hand wrap around mine. 

“Thane you scared me; you were burning up, and I…” 

My words trailed off when I noticed something. His eyes, which had once been amber, were black–totally black with no iris. 

He snarled at me. 

“Thane, let me go,” b 

but he didn’t even seem to be listening; the sounds he made were what scared me the most; his grip tightened, his nails sinking into my skin. “You are hurting me,” 1 cried out, but those eyes did not belong to Thane