The Alpha’s Contract



Brax

I watch all day. As expected, no one else goes in and not a single soul comes out. Music continues to play as the sun sets. Until about ten at night there is still noise, then silence sweeps the area, as if everyone had just suddenly dropped dead at the click of fingers. All that could be heard was the rushing water of the river crashing down over the cliff.

There was nowhere for me to hide here. Anyone could see me, I was an open target, yet no one had tried anything. I was a little disappointed. I didn't come here to sit on my ass all day.

Stepping up to the river, I strip off. My bones start to snap and change position as I drop down to all fours. It had been a while since I had shifted and it felt so fucking good. I was also a better swimmer as a Wolf and I do not intend on getting sent over the cliff.

The water is cold and much deeper than I expected. The river bed quickly falls away beneath my feet and it's a battle to keep my snout above the water as the under current pulls me.

Swimming is hard. Almost like the water is turning into thick sludge. Every drive forward does nothing and it easily carries me in the direction of the waterfall. I fought to swim against the flow, knowing that if I did nothing, my time was up and I would never see Dorothy or Madison ever again.

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A rope is thrown to me. And golden eyes flash from under a large hood. "Grab the rope, quick."

Biting on the rope, the woman starts to pull me in, dragging me through the water. The flow seems to be growing faster by the second. I finally manage to touch the river bank, dragging my wet ass out. The woman falls back on the ground. Her breath heavy, her chest overreacting to the work as she lets go of the rope. "What the hell were you doing?" She snaps

I shift back to my Human form, "Clearly I'm out for a late night swim!"

As she sits up, her hood falls back revealing a bob of whiter than white hair, but she looked no older than twenty. She hastily pulls the hood up, tucking in any loose strands and looks away.

"You must be mad to swim in that at any time. You could have died." She scratches her head. "I haven't seen you before. You are not from here, are you?"

"No. But I assume you are from White Cliffs?" I ask, trying hard to keep my sarcasm to a minimum.

She frantically nods but looks puzzled, "You can see the castle? The walls? The metal gate?" She sounds excited. *Like actually see it? With your eyes?"

"Yes, stupid white roofs and all. I've been watching all day, how did you get out?"

"I can't say." She tells me. Turning over onto her stomach, she crawls across the ground away from me.

"Where are you going?"

"I can't talk to you while your dick is hanging out." She moves towards the cliff and lies on her stomach as she reaches over the edge with both her arms and suddenly flips over, disappearing from sight.

My heart is in my throat. Did she just save me and then kill herself?

Her head pops up a few seconds later. "Are you coming?"

Every instinct told me not to follow her, but her soul was different, not a hint of a dark side. Bright, full of excitement.

I creep towards the cliff edge a few metres away from the river. For a moment I watch the water crash down below. It was mesmerising and I knew it would be something Maddie would like. She loved nature

"Hello?" I call out

"Put your arms out." She replies. I couldn't see her but I could scent her.

"Why?"

*Just do it. I swear, you will be fine."

This was fucking nuts.

I flatten myself to the ground, stretching my arms out above my head. Large hands wrap around my wrists, ripping me forward and around until I'm sitting on my ass in some sort of cave with a man staring at me as the woman throws me some shorts.

Being pulled over a cliff was not what I had in mind.

"Put them on." She demands

"Who are you?"

She glances at her male friend who nods.

"I'm Indy." She mutters

"Brax. You're a Witch?"

"Half. I prefer my Wolf half. I'm useless at most of the other stuff."

"Do you know Silas?" I ask

She pauses to stare at me. Her golden eyes like saucers. "Yes. You know Silas?"

"Yes. He is why I'm here."

A smile spreads across her face. "Is he okay? Is he safe? Has he got away from Thalia? He must have, she is here and he is..."

*Somewhere else." I mutter

"But he is okay?"

"You wanted him to get away?" I press

She bobs her head. "This place, it's cursed. Do you know how long I have been waiting for an outsider to see it for what it is? You are the first in a decade."

The guy nods in agreement

"You will have to excuse my friend. He had his tongue ripped out by Thalia a few years back. He goes by the name Orion but he can't speak. He links me" She gives him a smile and he smiles back.

"If you dislike it here. Why haven't you left?" I quiz

"The river. We can't get past it."

"What are you talking about? I was just in it."