Contractually Yours Alpha (Riley) novel Chapter 538

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Nine 

The mist disappeared, giving way to a completely different ocation. Daemon’s hand steadied me. 

“Are you alright?” he asked. I could only nod. Our ‘travel’d been one of the strangest experiences I had ever encountered. 

“Where are we?” I asked, scanning the unfamiliar surroundings. 

“In a museum.” 

I glanced around, noting the towering dinosaur skeleton, the paintings, and the sculptures. The more I observed, the more I appreciated the beauty of each piece. This museum was unlike anything I had ever seen, it fascinated 

1. me. 

“That painting… it’s so beautiful,” I said to Daemon. 

“Yes, it is,” he agreed. Daemon had his hands shoved in his pockets, standing still while I moved around, gushing over the beautiful artifacts. “Humans have this obsession with preserving things from the past.” 

I paused. 

“Humans?” I repeated. 

He nodded. 

“If you haven’t noticed, we’ve traveled far from home.” He took my hands in his and led me to the door. A guard sat in a small booth, his posture relaxed–until he heard our footsteps. He jolted upright, his eyes wide with fear. 

Of course, his attention was on Daemon. I couldn’t blame him—Daemon was the most intimidating and imposing person I had ever met. He was right to be afraid. 

“Requesting backup–intruders in the main exhibit hall.” The man spoke silently into his radio, pressing a button on the small device clipped to his uniform. 

Daemon didn’t seem bothered by this exchange. “If you could kindly open the door, we would be on our way.” He said, and I thought his eyes glowed; the fear on the man’s face disappeared, and suddenly he seemed… emotionless, like he was being controlled. He rose without a word and entered a code into the keypad beside the door. Immediately, it unlocked, opening on its own as Daemon led me forward. 

“You there!” another voice called. It was another guard, dressed in white and black like the man who had just unlocked the door. More guards rushed in, but Daemon didn’t turn back–he simply kept walking. 

There was a black car waiting outside. 

“Is this your car?” I asked him. 

“No, it belonged to the guard. I took the keys,” he said, his tone indifferent. 

“But that means you stole it,” I said accusingly. 

“Call it whatever you want,” Daemon said, pulling the car door open. “Get in.” 

I hesitated, but we didn’t have much time. With a sharp intake of breath, I climbed inside. He turned and got in after me. 

A loud crack split the air–I knew what it was. A gunshot, aimed at us. But Daemon was already driving. Though everything, he had seemed so calm; it was almost unnerving. 

“Why were they so mad at us for being there? I thought all those things were kept there for people to admire. 

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Nine 

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