The Alpha’s Contract

Chapter 0249

Blair

Turning the water of the shower off, I squeeze the excess water from my hair, grab the towel and wrap it around my aching frame. The brat was quick and slipped out of my tight grip multiple times before we pinned her down.

The bitch was even more unpredictable than I first thought. She definitely had practise escaping whether as a Rogue or human, i didn't care. She will die.

It had really pissed me off that Jenson had stopped me from killing her. But deep down, I knew he was right. I didn’t need Dane and his Wolves at my door. I just wanted Daddy’s favourite.

Pouring myself another glass of wine. I pull the door open ready with a new round of questions, only to be met with silence. A beautiful silence that brings a smile to my face.

It lasted for a few seconds before my feet quickened across the carpet. A tiny panic echoes in my heart that I had missed out on Jenson killing her.

There is no talking, no arguing. I smile, he had actually shut her up. Sometimes Jenson really understood what I needed, even though I was sad I had missed it.

It is only as I reach the door of the main room that my heart plummeted. Silence was great until there is no fucking sound at all.

The happiness the silence created, disappears into a black hole. There is nothing. No rustling of him cleaning up blood. No movements. No damn heartbeat that I had become so familiar with.

“Jenson?!”

I push the door open. The chair that Mallory had been tied too was on its back on the floor. The ropes that had bound her legs to the chair had been sliced open. Several sprays of blood splattered across the floor and up the walls.

He had helped her. Why? What had she said to him? Did she know something that I didn’t?

‘Jenson.’ I call out to him through our link and I’m met with an emptiness. The fucker was blocking me.

Following their scents out and in front of the house, I didn’t care about my body only being wrapped in a towel. I see that the red rust bucket that she called a car is gone and that is where the scents end.

My mate had abandoned me. No one fucking abandons me!

My body trembles as rage rips through me. A rage that I hadn’t felt in years. A rage that brings me to my knees.

Angry tears flow down my cheeks. Why would he do this to me? I let him claim me. I let him worm his way into my life until I felt comfortable with him. I gave him everything!

I will fucking kill him. My bones start to crack.

Shit, no, no, no, this cannot be happening.

I couldn’t stop it. I never could.

Shooting pain rips through my spine, making me cry out as it spreads out along my rib cage and towards my limbs. The towel falls from my body lengthens and my skin starts to blacken as claws appear at the ends of my changing hands and feet.

The dark cloud drops on my brain as I rise to my feet, like it had been waiting for this very moment. The life I had been living disappears, fading into a long lost memory.

Staring in the direction of Dane’s pack. A growl rumbles from deep inside of me. No one gets to screw me over.

There’s a gasp behind me, followed by the clicking of a phone. Turning my head over my shoulder, I glare at a plump older woman walking a tiny dog. The dog yaps, lunging at me as the woman quickly scoops it up, backing away from my monstrous frame while begging me not to hurt her.

She wasn’t my target.

I gesture with my head for her to run. She’s quick, spinning around in her flat shoes and half runs, half wobbles as she tears down the path. She doesn’t look back, but I still watch her disappear out of sight. My stomach ravenous at the thought of her juicy flesh.