The Alpha’s Contract (Taylor West) novel Chapter 19

Neah

I duck back down. What the hell was it?

I couldn’t bring myself to look again and when there is a knock on the door, I jump.

“Neah. It’s me, you can let me in.” Alpha Dane’s voice comes from the other side

Sitting in silence, I stare at the door as the handle is fumbled with. I didn’t want to move, I didn’t want to leave my safe spot and I was grateful for the bolt on the door.

“Neah, I know you saw. The beast has been dealt with. It’s dead. You don't need to be afraid.”

Pushing myself off the ground, I look out the window. All the Wolves had disappeared from sight along with the monster. I start to move some of the chairs out of the way and slowly slide the lock back.

Alpha Dane pushes his way in through the small gap, easily forcing the rest of the chairs back. His crimson eyes look around the office, but he doesn’t mention the chairs and I was starting to realise that the stack of chairs wouldn’t have really made a difference. He had pushed them back like thay were nothing more than a stack of pillows.

Between shifting back to his human form and coming back to the office, he had found a pair of grey shorts. They hung low on his hips, showing off all his muscles. I find myself looking away, almost embarrassed about the thoughts racing through my mind.

“What…..What was it?” I mutter, trying to force my thoughts elsewhere.

“We don’t know.”

“Y…you don’t?” It shocked me that someone like Alpha Dane didn’t know what the beast was.

He shakes his head. “I have seen a lot of things, but nothing like that.”

“You killed it?”

“It was trying to attack some of the pack. It was the only option.”

“It had a head, like a Wolf.” I mumble

“I know.”

He straightens up and turns to face me. “Maybe not with the pack just yet. They have a stronger sense of smell, hearing, and they are quicker. Even the kids would have an upper hand over you. That would be putting you at a disadvantage. No, you can train with me.”

“Y…you?” I stutter. He was a strong Alpha. I didn't stand a chance.

“I can control myself far better than any of the others that are sparring. And if you land a hit on me, I won’t feel the need to attack you back.”

My stomach was tying itself up again. I had spent years closing my eyes whenever a fist came at me. How on earth did he think he was going to successfully train me?

“Now?” I ask.

“A couple more days. I want to wait until that scar has completely formed. It is not my plan to put you back in the hospital.”

My hand goes to my stomach, feeling the bumps of the scar through the sweatshirt.

“Is it hurting?” He was staring directly at me.