The Alpha’s Contract (Taylor West) novel Chapter 598

Neah

Dane guides me into the new office. Instead of just a desk for him, there is now one for me. He pushes the pram through the door and checks on the girls before stepping behind me and looping his arms around my waist.

“Every Alpha needs a desk,” he muses and presses his warm lips against my neck. “But you don’t have to use it like that if you don’t want to. I can think of other uses.”

I cast a glance over the new room. The white walls are lined with black and white photographs of our children. The furniture is painted black wood, a stark contrast to the white walls. Large windows let in the light, making the room bright and welcoming. I couldn’t wait to see the rest if this was just one room.

I catch Damien and Samara’s scents. Shortly after, Damien calls out, “Neah? Dane?”

“Office,” Dane replies, pressing his lips to the mark on my neck.

Damien steps in first, giving the office a nod of approval as Samara quietly slips in behind him, not knowing where to look.

“You wanted to see me,” she mutters quietly.

I keep my mouth closed as Damien makes himself comfortable in one of the chairs. He shoots a wink in my direction. He knew exactly why I had asked her to come. However, he clearly kept it a secret from Samara.

“How are you finding things?” Dane asks Samara. I knew he was trying to help me find the words I wanted to say by making small talk with her.

She nods, “I am so grateful.” The words rush out of her as she throws a glance at Damien, who shrugs. “I will do anything that you want me to. I want to be here. I want to be with Damien. Whatever it is, I can fix it,” she adds when Damien gives her nothing.

"You haven't done anything wrong," Dane tells her.

The girls coo from the pram, and Samara sits up a little straighter. “Your pups are here?”

“Do you want to meet them?” I mutter. Why was I finding it so hard to tell her I wanted her to be my Beta?

‘Because almost everyone has fucked us over in some way!’ Nyx reminds me. 'It's natural to be cautious.'

Samara quietly steps over to the pram and peers inside. I see how Damien is watching her with curiosity. He loved Dorothy, but he wanted pups of his own.

“They are beautiful, Neah,” she smiles as she watches them. “You are very lucky.”

“We are,” Dane confirms.

Samara pivots around to face me. “Is that why you wanted me to come here so that I could meet the girls?”

“I want you to be my Beta.” I am surprised at my announcement but don't look away. However, it came out sounding much more aggressive than I wanted or intended.

Her lips part a little until her jaw is fully dropped. Her grey eyes lock on mine as she starts shaking her head in disbelief. Everyone is quiet except the girls.

“But…” Samara closes her eyes, and her brow wrinkles up in confusion. “You made it clear… I… We didn’t meet on the best of terms. And you have Damien.” She gestures to him, “And Eric, or what about Mallory? She is your friend.”

“Damien and Eric are Danes Betas, not mine.” I smile at Damien, “I know he will protect me with his life, but he was never chosen to be my Beta. You were.”