The Alpha’s Contract (Taylor West) novel Chapter 400

Klaus

“Why are you doing this?” I stare up at him as he strides back and forth. I still felt a little dizzy, but it was just like when I was a kid and my parents had me bound. I was just a little weaker. It was fine, nothing I couldn't handle.

“Do you always ask so many questions?” He growls. He keeps checking the window of the old cabin, as though he was expecting someone to be following us. No one knew that I had left, though it would only be a matter of time before someone figures it out.

“Pretty much. It’s what I’m known for in Black Shadow. I like knowledge. My entire house is full of books.” I fidget with my bound hands, trying to create a little wiggle room so I didn’t have to feel the rope burning my skin with each movement.

“Okay then, Mr knowledge. Tell me how I get Samara and Blair out of the dungeons.”

“You don’t. They are too heavily guarded. They will see you coming from all angles. You would be stupid to think that Dane would have just one guard. Why do you want them back, surely they are usless to you now?”

“They didn’t see me coming to the hospital though, did they?” He smiles, ignoring my question.

“Because it wasn’t a priority."

He runs a hand through his cropped blonde hair. “You are going to help me get them back.”

“The agreement was that if I came with you, you won’t touch anyone inside the pack.”

“They are not part of the pack.”

I laugh, “Inside the pack, that was the deal. I've seen enough contracts to know the correct wording!”

He squats down in front of me. His sage green eyes study me. “You love that pack. Why?”

“It’s my family.”

“Tell them what?”

“Oh, you know exactly what I’m talking about.” He squats and wipes some of the apple juice from my chin.

I take another bite, refusing to say anything.

“Just so you are aware, what I’ve drugged you with isn’t permanent like Madisons or Blairs. A couple of days or so, you will be able to scent me again. Though I’m hoping that I can convince you not to reject me.”

The blue flecks in his sage green eyes seem brighter, full of hope. Like he was totally convinced I would be on board with him just because he happens to be my mate. “Maybe I can convince you not to be a prick!”

He smiles at me and pulls a bottle of water from the inside of his jacket. “As much as you think I’m a prick, I would rather you didn’t die on my watch.”

“But you will gladly ruin the lives of others.” My eyes move to the bottle, but I don’t pick it up.