Contractually Yours Alpha (Riley) novel Chapter 508

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Eight 

“I heard sounds coming from this room. Who’s in there?” I asked him. 

“Come.” He said, avoiding my question. 

“No. I want to know who is in there.” 

A flicker of annoyance crossed his face before he walked toward me. Maybe he knew his sudden disappearances and reappearances were already unsettling me–but I doubted he cared. Maybe he just didn’t feel like doing it this time. 

He took out a key from the pocket of his jeans and unlocked the door; his eyes remained on me. It took all my strength to tear my gaze away and look into the room. There, locked up in the room, were three girls- they were around my age, though the one in the middle seemed a few years older. They looked afraid, but no tears ran down their faces, even though they were chained up like animals. Maybe I had imagined the sounds after all. 

“You kidnapped them,” I said, totally mortified. I shouldn’t be surprised by his actions, and yet, I was. I was surprised because I didn’t want to believe that the Trian I knew was gone; despite everything, I still held onto the part of him that I believed was real. I wasn’t ready to let go. 

“No, I didn’t kidnap them; they came here willingly.” 

“Just as I came here willingly.” I said, realization dawned on me; I would be just like them. Soon, I would be chained up like an animal. 

“I won’t do that to you.” He said, easily reading what had been on my mind. 

“They did you no wrong, Trian. Let them go.” 

His real name, Daemon, lingered on my lips. 

“They want to be here. They won’t go even if they have the option.” 

I stared at them; there was something I didn’t notice about them. They were clearly human, but there was something lifeless about them. 

“What did you do to them?” 

“Nothing they didn’t want.” 

He responded before shutting the door. “I got some groceries. You must be starving.” 

My earlier worries returned back to me; I couldn’t cook, but that was the least of my concerns now, death by starvation was a better way to die than whatever he had planned for me. 

“I don’t know how to cook.” I stated. 

“I know that. I would be the one cooking.” 

Do demons cook? That had been the question I was curious to know, but I kept my curiosity to myself, like I should have done before. 

He led me to the kitchen. “Take a seat.” He encouraged me and I did just as he said. I watched him cook, and for some reason, I couldn’t look away. He seemed to be good at everything, I didn’t know how to cook but he seemed to be doing it right; the aroma filled the whole place. He took out four plates after he was done cooking and served the spaghetti, topping each plate with a generous helping of sauce. Then, he placed a plate in front of me 

“Eat,” he said. 

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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Eight