The Alpha’s Contract

Chapter 0228

Blair

Alpha Ryan will call Alpha Dane to tell him that the Rogue is dead. He might even have already done it before we had even left Ashburn city.

It would blow mine and Jensons cover considering i told him and Neah that I hadn't seen Jenson for months, but it will be worth it because his death should confuse them.

Maybe I could put a spin on it, make Neah and her mate believe I did it for them, to make them think they could trust me. They would be fucking stupid if they fell for it, but sometimes, its the simple ideas that work. I just needed to get close enough to turn her world upside down.

“I still can’t believe you just shot him.” Jenson is muttering more to himself than me. His dark eyes settle on me. “He can’t heal and come back?”

“No one can when their brains have exploded out the back of their head.” I smile. It always brought me such great joy.

He places my dinner down in front of me and slides into the chair opposite me. “Do you always shoot them? It’s just…guns are rarely used in packs.”

“I’m not in a pack. The gun is a last resort.” I add. “I prefer to slice them and rip them apart, but Rogues predict that.”

He doesn’t say anymore as he starts to shove roast chicken into his mouth. We really were worlds apart, but he had gotten to the point where I just couldn’t let him go. What the fuck was wrong with me?

“Can I ask you something?” He mutters with a mouthful

“You don’t normally hold back.”

“Why didn’t you shift? Do you ever shift? Because I have never seen you in Lycan form. You’ve seen my Wolf. You know about Aspen. But I still don’t know that much about you, other than your ability to ride my cock.”

“That’s more than one question.” I smirk, “But I will play along. There wasn’t a need for me to shift. There rarely is. I have better control in human form.”

“You lose control?”

“Eat your dinner.”

He pauses over his potatoes, eyeballing me but chooses not to say anything. And he doesn’t bring it up again for the rest of the evening.

In bed, he lays with his hand resting just above my pussy. Deep snores echo against my neck where his face is currently pressed.

I hadn’t let anyone get this close to me ever. To even consider that there was a possibility of me having a partner for life had always seemed like a dream or maybe a nightmare. Though his questions at dinner had made me realise he was getting too close. Bringing up things I never talked about. A past that was long buried and one that I wanted to stay buried.

Would he even understand, given what happened to his first mate? Maybe it was time to let him go.

His lips graze my neck and his hand moves further south, cupping my pussy. “Why are you still awake?” He whispers in the dark, his breath fanning out over my skin. “Did I not fuck you enough earlier?”

He slides the tip of his finger across my folds. My arousal speaks for itself. I part my legs a little to give him better access, but he continues at an agonisingly slow and steady pace of stroking his finger back and forth.

I push my hips up towards his hand and still the rhythm doesn’t change.

“I want more, Blair.” He mutters against my neck as his lips leave tantalising kisses behind.

“More?” I whisper back, thrown by his demand.

“I want you to be mine.” His teeth scrape against my skin and I still. Claiming me means more than just being his partner. It means being tied to him for life. Knowing my every thought, including my past. A past that goes so much deeper than my father abandoning me and my mother.

I slide out from under his hand. As much as I could do with a good fucking, I just couldn’t let him mark me.