The Alpha’s Contract



Neah

Groaning as I roll over, I reach for Dane. My eyes flash open as a surge of panic fires up through me when I realise he isn't here. Sitting up quickly makes my head spin. Grabbing the clock from the bedside table, I knock something on the floor.

Retrieving it, I see that it's a note from Dane.

I knew where he had gone before I had finished reading it. He wouldn't have waited for the meeting with Silas. He probably didn't even come to bed.

The clock tells me it's almost five in the afternoon. I had slept most of the day away. And judging by the way my muscles ached, I had stayed in the same position.

I scowl at the bed. I don't even remember coming to bed. I remember getting in the bath, but even that is a little hazy.

'He probably moved us.' Nyx yawns. You know he likes to do that.'

Scanning the note again, it tells me to order room service and that he would be back soon. My eyes flash to the pizza box still on the table. I couldn't even remember if I had eaten. Exhaustion does funny things to the brain.

Shuffling out of bed. I make my way into the bathroom to freshen up and dress. I've barely finished pulling on the sweatshirt when I hear the door to our room open. It's accompanied with Danes strong scent. A part of me feels relieved that I didn't have to wait long for answers.

"Have you eaten?" He calls out

"I've only just woken up." I mutter, walking out the bathroom.

He studies me as though he didn't quite believe me. "Did you sleep well? Because you were certainly tired." He smiles.

"It was a long day."

*I knew you were exhausted the moment you forgot about Logan when you mentioned my eyes." The corners of his lips curve up

"I did not!" I protest. "I would never. The boys are with Athena and Sebastian. I just... Why was it so hard to remember? "I was talking about adults." I splutter as it starts coming back to me. "It's not like Logan is going to wander into a hotel and book a room, is it?" I had been tired on a whole other level. I'm sure I wasn't this bad last time.

He grins at me. "I know." He seemed to enjoy teasing me, especially when I was pregnant because I would always fall for it. Pregnancy hormones are something else.

*How did it go with Silas?" I mutter

*He is in a more complicated situation than I first thought."

I sink into the nearby chair, pulling my legs up under me as I wait for him to catch me up.

*He has a mate?" I splutter at the news. I was certain he had been looking at me like I was a piece of meat. It reminded me of how Jenson had always looked at me.

"And a pup." He adds

'Just one?' Nyx asks, puzzled

She was right. If I had learned anything, the Blacks produce twins. 'Maybe something bad happened.' I whisper back. My hands move to my bump as my thoughts drift to the boys back home.

"They are fine." Dane tells me. "I have already checked in."

I sigh "You think Silas had twins?"

*Yes. It was the way he answered. He didn't want to talk about it. I didn't push him. He was sharing plenty."

"And his family is in trouble."

"It seems that he has landed himself in a difficult position. He doesn't like how the situation has changed with you. He doesn't like how he was tricked by Serkan but he also knows that if he does nothing, his family will be in danger."

*He will choose his family." I mutter. It's what I would do if I felt they were being threatened. It's what Dane would do if it was any one of us.

'He's going to come for us.' Nyx tells me, 'because he feels he doesn't have a choice.'

Dane moves towards me. His rough fingers catch my chin as he tilts my face up to look at him. "I've asked Damien to meet us here with Samara."

"You've changed your mind?" I was surprised. When I had mentioned it before, it was quickly shut down.

*Silas will do anything for his family. I will do anything and everything for mine." His lips gently press mine.

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Samara's grey eyes flicker around the room as she enter's, but she wasn't looking at us. She seemed fascinated by the grand room.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

"So tell me Dane, why did you want me to bring Samara here?" Damien asks as Samara's eyes settle on mine.

*Silas." Dane mutters, "I just need you to hear me out, can you do that?" Dane frowns at him.

Damien folds his arms across his chest and dips his chin.

*Serkan doesn't know what Neah looks like, but Samara carries his blood."