Contractually Yours Alpha (Riley) novel Chapter 435

Chapter Fifty Three 

Grayson finally walked out of the room after what felt like hours; the girl’s sobs still stung my ears. I sat and I did … nothing. 

An elderly woman rushed into the room, perhaps to nurse the girl–that’s what I thought until I saw her walk out with the white sheet that was now stained with blood. A lot of blood. She threw the sheet into the air, and many reached for it, cheering for their Alpha. 

“A screamer she is… but I do like screamers.” He said with smile. 

Grayson walked up to us. “Join us; the feast is about to begin.” 

Alexander rose, stretching his hand for mine; I rose without his help. Grayson led the way to the hall where we were meant to eat, drink, and party like a girl hadn’t been violently taken just a while ago. Our soldiers walked a good distance behind us. 

“Please, take your seats! Enjoy!” Grayson says, and we took the two chairs at the head of the table; he sat on the single one opposite us. The others joined in, taking their seats. Our soldiers took the first five chairs closest to us. 

They all dug in, so did Alexander–without even a single hesitation. 

I was in no mood to eat, but perhaps some wine – I needed it now more than ever. I took the cup and drank till it was empty. 

“The Luna needs more wine!” Grayson called out, and omegas rushed out with wine bottles to fill up my glass of wine. 

“I hope the Alpha King and Luna will spend the night with us,” Grayson says. 

“We need to get back to the pack quickly; it is not right for the Alpha and Luna to be away too long.” Alexander answered, managing to sound calm and controlled. 

“True…” 

“Grayson was interrupted by one of our soldiers‘ coughs. The coughing didn’t stop; he coughed up blood onto the tablecloth. “Wolfsbane,” the soldier gasped. One by one, our soldiers collapsed to the ground, coughing up blood. 

“Why?” Alexander questioned Grayson. 

“You killed the rogue; now the others are out for my fucking head!” 

I felt the pain surge in my chest as blood dripped down my nose. It had all been a setup; we had been poisoned, each and every one of us, at a wedding feast. 

Grayson rose to his feet. “It’s just a matter of time—I don’t even have to lift a finger, and you’ll all die. The thing is that you don’t have to work hard; you only have to work smart. Alexander, I can’t face you in war–call me a coward, but I know this… this was the only way. This was me working smart.” 

I drew my dagger and threw it at Grayson. He dodged, but it still struck him–not in the heart as I’d aimed, but in the arm.. He pulled the dagger out of his arm and threw the blood–covered blade to the floor. 

“Bitch!” he cursed. “This is the easiest death for you. Trust me, I could have planned more fun ways to kill you, but I couldn’t risk it.”