Ch. 246..250: The Alpha Contract Chapter 246-250

Chapter 0246

She wasn't afraid. In fact she seemed rather confident. Ballsy and I liked it.

"Wasn't it me you wanted to meet with?"

"Yes. But I also expected Jenson not to tell you. He isn't or rather wasn't always so forthcoming with information."

"People learn and things change."

She nods her head in agreement.

"Who sent you, Mallory?"

"No one. I told that to Jenson yesterday. Did he not tell you?" She pauses and really stares at me. "I'm sorry, you just, you just look so much like her. Anyone would believe you were more than half sisters." "Flattery won't work with me."

"I didn't mean it like that. What I meant to say is it's a surprise considering you have different mothers."

"I guess Daddy dearest had strong genes." I muse because she wasn't wrong. When Jenson said Neah and I looked alike, I thought that maybe we might share the same eyes, lips or nose. I can't deny how surprised I was when we met and it was like looking into a mirror. Mallory nods and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ears. She is a pretty little thing. I noticed that when she jumped down from the tree. Even with the scar above her plump lips.

She was still a turned Lycan, so the person who bit her must have seen potential. Potential that I was yet to see.

"Why are you here, Mallory?"

A crease forms between her brows, as they dip even lower. "I'm trying to find my place in the world." she mutters. Her pitch doesn't change and neither does the rhythmic beat of her heart. That's where the true giveaway of a lie hid. "Neah hates me." She continues, "Damien doesn't want me to leave Black Shadow." Her chocolate brown eyes drift up to the darkening sky. "Sometimes I feel trapped."

"So just leave."

"It's not that simple."

"Of course it is. You are not a Wolf. You are not an official member of the pack. You are a Lycan and not even a true one. You could walk out any time you wanted. The question is, why haven't you?" She scowls, "My mate is in the pack."

Still, her heartbeat doesn't change. Either it was true or she was so good at lying that her body believed it. Her gaze doesn't falter either.

"Has he claimed you?"

"No." She laughs to herself. "The entire pack barely tolerates me, including him because of what I did to Neah years ago." she pauses. "I'm sure Jenson already filled you in on that."

He hadn't said anything about her having a mate, but he had told me that she wasn't overly welcome and the reason why.

"Yet you are still alive."

"Only because they fear Damien. And Damien is Raven's mate, so he has a presence in the pack house." She rocks on her heels. "I'm pretty sure that is the only reason why I am alive. What about you? You have survived." She stares at me, expectantly ""Skills." I mutter.

"Once a Rogue." she responds without batting an eyelid. She nods towards my house where Jenson is standing with his face pressed against the window.

"I was skilled long before I went Rogue. The pack......" Fuck! I just massively fucked up. My desperation to figure out if she was lying or not led me to not covering my own tracks properly. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Think! I internally yell at myself.

"The last pack I took residency in, trained me. Likely similar to Dane training everyone."

She nods and I drape my arm over her shoulders. She knew too much now. I would need to kill her.

"Why don't you come inside?"

"I would, but I'm supposed to be having dinner with Damien tonight. If I'm not there...."

"I understand. But five minutes won't hurt, will it." I offer her a reassuring smile

I steer Mallory away from the shitty car and towards my home. Her shoulders tense a little, like she knew what was coming.

"Deep breaths Mallory. I just want to talk some more."

Chapter 0247

Mallory

"We can talk outside. It's nice out here." I pushed my feet into the ground, trying to slow her down as she used the arm around my shoulders to drag me forward. Her plan was obvious. She had fucked up by mentioning she was in a pack and now, I was to die for her fuck

up. It must really be eating her up if her only option is to kill me.

But there was no way on this Earth that she would be the one to kill me.

Her grip on me tightens, forcing me forward a little more. "I would prefer to have this conversation over a glass of wine."

"Sorry, I don't drink." I mutter, hooking my foot around the car tyre. If she was going to try and kill me, she could do it out here. Dane had said this place was neutral territory. Killing me in the open would have her torn to shreds.

"Are you always so stubborn?" She snarls, tugging me forward.

"I take after my father." I shoot her a wink.

She snorts, and she's missing the point. Or maybe Jenson didn't know about that part to tell her.

"JENSON!" She screams at the top of her lungs, almost deafening me. So much anger sits behind her tone. Anger for me? Anger at herself? Or anger that Jenson had been watching from the window and hadn't even come down to try and help her. Whichever one it was, I was certain she was close to exploding, or maybe even shifting.

Jenson pulls the door to the side of the house open. His dark eyes dancing between the both of us as he tries to guess what she wants. Though it seemed pretty obvious. Or maybe, just maybe, he was buying time.

Maybe I could get through to Jenson. It would be a long shot, but I had to try.

"Moron, grab her fucking legs."

Really? That's how she talks to the man who claimed her.

He scoops down to grab my legs, only for my knee to smack him in the eye. He yells and stumbles back, only making Blair scream at him again.

He wrestles against my legs receiving several blows to the groin and his face before he gets a complete hold on me, locking my legs in the crook of his armpit.

Carrying me inside, they slam me onto a wooden chair, quickly binding my hands behind my back and my feet to the front legs of the chair. Child's play. I really expected more from Blair. Or maybe she had never held someone hostage before. Maybe she was a kill on sight person and if that was the case, what was she really planning?

"I was wrong." I mutter

"Shut the fuck up!" She screeches at me.

"Neah doesn't scream like a banshee." I spit at her and a hand slices across my cool skin. If I could look into a mirror, I would probably see a perfect red hand print, seconds before it fades as I heal.

"I'm going to slice you open you little brat."

"No, you can't do that!" Jenson plants himself between us. There is hope.

"Get out of the damn way, Jenson!"

"If you kill her, you are going to bring them all to our door. As much as you are an expert killer. You cannot take on that many and live to tell the tale. You will never get what you want. We will never get what we want." "They don't care about her."

"But one does. The one who is mated to my sister which means she will say something to Dane and he will send the fucking pack!"

She growls and shoves him out the way anyway. The sharp edge of a knife slices across my other cheek. Warm beads of blood trickle from the cut and down towards my chin. She watches it heal before repeating the process.

"You're right." She turns around to Jenson and presses her lips against his. "For once, you are right. I won't kill her .... Yet."

I laugh and she presses a stiletto against the chair between my thighs, pushing it back as though she thought it would scare me. I had been in a lot of situations far scarier than this crap. It seems to annoy her when I don't react and she slams a knife into my thigh, pinning it to the chair underneath and laughing. Okay. That did hurt, but it's nothing I couldn't heal from.

I stare up into her shitty brown eyes. "Is that all you've got, Rogue?!"

She glares at me in the exact same way as when I called her a Rogue at Black Shadow. She hated it. It was a reminder of a past that she wanted to forget. A past that haunts her, just like the rest of us.

Spinning around, she grabs a longer knife off the nearby table. This time Jenson grabs her, turning her away from me, moments before it's plunged into my other leg. "She won't help us if you insist on fucking torturing her."

Chapter 0248

As if I was going to help them. I had made a promise to my Alpha and that promise would be held until the day I die.

"Let me speak to her." He mutters. "Take your wine, go and have a shower and she can listen to me fucking you all night long." He glares at me as he says it.

Seriously? It had been so long since I have had sex and they were going to make me listen to their warped ways. Assholes!

Blair struts away, grabbing a wine bottle from the shelf.

"She's got issues." I mutter under my breath.

"What do you expect when you are being an ass!"

"You are not the one being held hostage."

He wraps his hand around the knife handle sticking out of my left leg and yanks it out, sending a spray of blood all over me and him. The wound doesn't take long to heal and he quickly repeats the processw with the one in my right leg. "That will upset her." I mutter "Enough!" He growls at me.

"Why? Why her?"

"Does it matter?" He shrugs his shoulders

"I think I have a right to know if you are going to kill me."

He pulls a chair and sits directly in front of me and simply mutters, "No you don't."

"What happened to you?" I keep my voice low. Blair was probably listening, and I would need to choose my words carefully. "Did you choose her because of Neah? I'm sorry that your life didn't pan out the way you wanted. I'm sorry a Rogue killed your mate." "You lot are the reason she was killed."

"And now you are fucking one of our kind. An ex Rogue to be exact. Yet that doesn't bother you. A bit of a turn of events, don't you think?"

"Sometimes you can't help who you fall for."

"Because she looks like Neah." He could deny it all he wanted, I would never believe him. "She will drag you down, Jenson."

He rolls his dark eyes at me.

"Let me guess." I look him up and down. The smart haircut, the smart clothes. "She's made you promises."

"I know what she wants."

"Do you Jenson? Because from what I see, she is playing a game. A game just like all the other Rogues, only hers doesn't end in a feast of flesh." I had to make him see sense. "Or maybe it will." "She won't kill me. She loves me."

He called that love. She was a complete bitch to him. "Jenson, I've seen a Rogue kill their own pup. Do you think just because you claimed her, she won't turn on you?"

He smirks at me. "Why are you really here Mallory? To play a game. What was it you said? 'Takes one to know one." He stands up and moves to the window. Peeking around the curtain while looking up and down the street. "Is he coming?" "Scared?" I snort

He storms towards me and his hand wraps around my throat. "Is he fucking coming?!"

I shrug my shoulders and it only makes him squeeze harder. But I could see how much she had dragged him down. He was past the point of willing to help me.

"How would I know?!" I croak out and he sends my chair flying backwards. Someones developed a bit of a short temper.

I use the seconds on my back, where he can't see my face, to link Neah. We had been working on it all morning after I fed her the information from last night's visit. The ability for me to hold a link with her was weak and neither of us knew why. I had to try because right now, I could see that I was in over my head. '379 Oak street.'

It's all I get out when my chair is ripped back up. I'm just hoping she heard it. His face inches from mine. "Why haven't you shifted?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"I know you can," he continues. "I've seen it with my own eyes."

"Do I need to? Because from what I remember, you freaked the fuck out when you saw me. Have you seen Blair's Lycan?" They had been together for ages, he had too. But he glances away.

"You haven't?" I was confused. She wasn't living like a Rogue anymore, I knew she would have trouble fighting the darkness like Damien and Neah but to not shift at all. Something was off. "Shut up!" He growls.

The make up, the perfect hair. Expensive clothes and shoes that would be ruined by shifting. She killed Salem with a gun and not her bare hands. "She can't, can she?"

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.

 

Chapter 0250

Sliding my tongue along my teeth, I refocus on the direction of Black Shadow and start running.

Cars stop as I speed past. I should hide, but maybe it's time all humans learned about the monsters of the world. There are flashes from phones and screams ripple through the night air. I should care. Knowledge of me would mean knowledge of others and that would give her even more power. My heart pounds as I run. Refusing to slow or stop for anything. I feel something that killing Rogues and other assholes never gives me. A sense of freedom with a desire that is buried deep within my core. A hunger too. A hunger that I hadn't felt in so long. The abandoned red car is the only thing that stops me. It's miles away from Black Shadow.

The doors hang open, one swings as though it's no longer attached properly. A flat tyre makes the vehicle drop on one side. As I creep closer I see the front end has smoke seeping out from under the bonnet. A massive dent like they had slammed into something. The smell of blood has me drooling. I am so damn hungry.

It takes me less than a second to locate the blood and even less time to locate the source. They had hit a deer and I could no longer resist the need to eat.

My teeth tear at the flesh as I bury my snout in it. It rips apart so easily, sliding down my throat so perfectly and the blood. Oh, the blood. I could bathe in it. "Are you done?"

My eyes snap up as I tear another strip of meat from the bones. Damien is standing there, his arms folded across his wide chest as he watches me. Mallory hovers just behind, yet my mate was nowhere to be seen. Where the fuck was he?

Reaching my full height, Damien continues to stare at me. He doesn't flinch like the humans did or run screaming. He stares, completely unafraid. And why should he be? After all, he was just like me.

To the left, I see another set of eyes, peering out from the dark cover of the trees. To the right, there are more and by the smell of it, there were even more behind me. I still couldn't smell my mate. Yet I knew he wasn't dead. The bastard had well and truly screwed me over and I will gladly stick a knife through his heart for the betrayal.

"I asked you a question!" He snaps at me. A deep gargled laugh rumbles through me. Why did they always think they could win? I win. I always win.

My stomach rumbles with the need to eat. The deer had been delicious but it wasn't enough. It would never be enough.

"He's alive," Mallory mutters. My eyes snap to her. "I had to knock him out, but he's alive." Her eyes move to Damien, "Probably not for much longer."

I had been wrong, he hadn't abandoned me, she had somehow got the upper hand.

"I will kill you." I seethe. My eyes locked on her. I bet she tasted good. I would drain her dry and drink her blood just like she is another fine wine.

Though I didn't stand a chance right now. There are too many. My time will come and I will rip them apart, devouring their flesh and finally take what should have been mine all those years ago.

I step back, keeping my eyes on the ones I could see. Letting my ears and nose figure out where the others are. I needed to get out untouched.

There's a gap, and I'm quick. My large frame slipped through before they had a chance to get me.

Damien calls out to let me go. Not words I was expecting from another Rogue, which only told me that he had something much more sinister planned.