Contractually Yours Alpha (Riley) novel Chapter 400

Chapter Eighteen 

Chapter Eighteen 

“You will forgive ine?” Eli asked, his eyes wide. 

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“Yes, no one would know anything – I promise you, I’ll tell the Alpha I never did see her, all you have to do is free me.” 

“But they will kill me.” 

“I will have my father kill them all. He is an Alpha, a powerful man.” 

Eli nodded and walked up to me; he unlocked the chains and took them off. I spotted my dagger tucked in his belt. 

“Thank you,” I whispered. 

“Do you forgive me?” 

I drew closer to him, close enough to reach for the dagger, pulled it out and in a fluid motion, I stabbed it into his 

chest. 

“You will rot in hell. You killed her; you did this, and you will pay.” I said to him, and I pulled out the dagger and stabbed it into his stomach. He cried out. “She loved you; she was innocent.” I pulled it out and stabbed it into his chest again. “You destroyed her… all for what? Money!” I growled, stabbing him over and over again, tearing through his body. 

That was my first ever kill. 

I rose, covered in blood, and I walked out of the room. I traced the steps right to where Cas’s screams had been coming from. There her body lay, dead. 

I didn’t cry; I didn’t shed a single tear. 

“I killed him Cas, I took his life for this.” I said to her. 

Her parents couldn’t know, they couldn’t know what happened to their daughter, they would never be able to survive it, they would blame themselves for not giving her the required attention and then they would blame each 

other. 

The men would return. They would return furious because had lied to them. Mason had not been kept in the secret hideout; he was kept down in the coldest, darkest part of the dungeons to rot to death. 

I waited for them, a gallon of gasoline I had found in the basement in my grip. 

“Where is the girl!” one of them screamed out. 

“The boy… he is dead… she escaped!” another one called. 

The sounds seemed to blend together in my mind and I finally walked to the entrance, standing by the door. They were all injured, I guess our soldiers hadn’t made things easy for them. 

“What is that smell…?” The man never completed his question. 

I lifted my dagger; before they had the chance to run, I aimed for the one closest to the pot of burning coal. The Cursed Flame still burned bright. My dagger landed square on his shoulder. He staggered back, bringing down the pot of coal to the floor. The gasoline I had earlier sprayed had aided the fire spread. I was quick to lock them in before running as fast as my feet could take me. 

Once outside the building, I waited. 

Their cries were loud, just as Cas‘ had been; I could even hear it from a distance. They burnt; none of them 

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Chapter Eighteen