Contractually Yours Alpha (Riley) novel Chapter 320

Chapter Sixty 

Chapter Sixty 

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Tears streamed down my face as I stared at Daisy’s lifeless body; her eyes were still open, frozen in shock. 

“Why would you do this? She did nothing to you!” 

“Here you go, once again, caring for the same person who betrayed you.” 

“You did this; you messed with her head.” 

“She was far gone, Riley. I would have let her go, but she is going to get all crazy and try to find me. She was a loose end; I had to kill her.” 

“You didn’t have to, but you did anyway because you are nothing but a monster.” 

“I made her death quick; I should get some points for that, don’t you think?” 

Lpunched him in the face; it could have fazed any werewolf, but he wasn’t one. “I am stronger than you, Riley. You are only half demon; you don’t really think you can really harm me, do you?” 

I threw another punch at him, but he caught my wrist midair. I pulled free of his grasp before letting out my wings, I darted towards the window, but he caught onto my wings, forcing me down. 

“Let go of me!” 

I sent a flurry of kicks at him, but his hold on me never once faltered, and then the dark mist surrounded us. I struggled harder, but it was too late. We were no longer in Daisy’s apartment. 

Where am I? 

That had been the first question on my mind. The place seemed completely unfamiliar. The building was a little bigger than a cottage, similar to a chalet. Most of the furniture was made of wood. I spotted at fireplace where a fire had already been set to warm the house; it all seemed a bit old–fashioned. 

“What do you think?” I flinched when I noticed Daemon by my side. “Nice, right?” 

“Where am I?” 

“At my place.” 

“You have a… place?” 

“I told you, you know nothing about me, and yes, I do have a place.” 

Daemon, whatever game this is, it has to stop.” 

“Does this feel to you like a game?” 

Chapter Sixty 

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I gazed around the living space, in search of a weapon anything I could use on him; the lamp was the 

I only object close by. “You want to know what I think about this place?” I asked. Before he could react, I took the lamp, smashing it against his head. “I hate it. 

I ran as fast as I could; I didn’t know which route led to the door, and so I just had to keep moving. Finally, I spotted an exit. 

A cry escaped my lips when I ran right into Daemon. I couldn’t outrun him. 

I felt a stab in my neck, a syringe. 

“This should keep you down for some time.” 

“You drugged me?” I asked, feeling my muscles going lax.