The Alpha’s Contract

Chapter 0245

Blair

“You want to have another person help me?” I seethe, throwing more wine back my throat. Jenson stares at me with his dark eyes. He still hadn't grasped on to the fact that besides him, no one else worked for or with me.

“Neah hates her. You saw it yourself when Mallory jumped down from that tree. The look in Neah’s eyes said it all.”

“Then why hasn’t she killed her yet?” I refill my glass as he thinks of something to say. “According to you, they have been in the pack for how long? A year?”

“Something like that.” He shrugs his shoulders as though the length of time didn’t make a difference. “Maybe my brother isn’t letting her.”

I snort, holding back the hysterical laughter that was trying to bubble from my throat. “It hasn’t stopped her before.” Jenson had told me about the all the others that my darling sister had killed, so what made this Mallory so damn special?

“Wouldn’t it be beneficial to have someone on the inside?” He presses.

“And you think she is the one. How do you expect her to get information if Neah hates her.”

“She’s best friends with Damien.”

“And? That doesn’t mean anything if they are not willing to share information. But I am impressed that she found my home. She's the first to have ever done that.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Tell me again what she said to you?”

He rolls his eyes at me, repeating everything Mallory had told him. “Why didn’t you just link me?” I ask when he is finished.

“You know I’m not a complete idiot. It was what she was hoping for. I wanted to question her first. Try to figure out where she stands.”

I roll my eyes at him and take another mouthful of wine. “What I mean is that if I had heard the information first hand, I could make a proper decision. Second hand information doesn’t tell me if she was lying.”

“She wasn’t.” He sounds so sure of himself, but that doesn’t mean he is right. I had spent years around liars. Very few were convincing. “If Dane had sent her, he would have sent her using one of the cars from the pack. Not a beat up rust bucket that she broke in to. I know how Dane works. He has always been about flashing his power.”

“Unless it wasn’t Dane who sent her.” I suggest

It was his turn to roll his eyes. “Why does everything I say have to be met with resistance?”

“Oh honey, I’ve been playing this game a lot longer than you. You may be a little older than me, but all your war based tactics are what you learned from pack life. You see what you need to see. You solve what you need to solve. You fail to see the bigger picture. You were barely surviving when you were on your own.”

I pause while he huffs. Why did men never like hearing the truth? Why did they feel they always had to have control and assume their ideas are the correct ideas?

“If she turns up again, and no doubt she will. You call me.”

He dips his chin in acknowledgement as I try to figure out if she was genuinely curious or if she was trying to get information to tell Dane and Neah.

Mallory turns up again the following evening. Her dirty blonde hair tied up into a loose messy bun on top of her head. Strands hung down around her pretty face. She gives herself a once over in the rear view mirror before stepping out of the old red car.

“Hello Mallory.” I mutter from the shadows.

She doesn't falter at my voice like so many others. “I really wasn’t expecting you.”

“You were hoping for my mate?”

“Yes," She folds her arms across her chest. "Given that he was here yesterday, I expected it to be him. Besides, he wouldn’t let me speak to you.” Her chocolate eyes move down to my hands. “I see no gun, I hope this means you are not going to shoot me.”