The Alpha’s Contract novel Chapter 187

She sticks her tongue out to the corner of her lips, deep in thought. I was just grateful she wasn’t mad at me anymore.

“Do you have any idea why he is doing this?”

“At this point, I think tormenting everyone is his game. He told Mallory he wanted to bring death and a load of other crap. But the one thing I know about him is that he likes to play games. This has to be a game.”

“Could he be working with someone else?”

“The other Rogues are dead.”

“Dane has enemies left and right. And now the contracts are well and truly completed with other packs, what’s to say there isn’t someone else helping him.”

“Rogues are not pack creatures. They wouldn’t even work together to take down a kill.”

She puffs out her cheeks, “It must be hard for you. Living here, in a pack.”

“Actually, no.” I sink onto the bed next to her. “I spent years working alone, being a hitman for people to hire. Being a Rogue was freeing, but I felt like I was missing something. Then I found Mallory, she helped to free me from that life. But being welcomed into this pack and finding you, it was like coming home.”

She smiles at me and opens her mouth to talk but we are interrupted with Mallory opening the door.

She is half hidden by the door frame and is visibly shaking. It wasn’t like her at all. She was pretty much unafraid of anything

She holds her shaking hands up, blood dripping from each of them. “I….I’m….I’m sorry.”

“Mallory?”

“I….I went down.” She turns slowly, looking back down the hallway from the direction she came. “I was…I was too late.”

She steps in the room. I see her top isn’t just coloured red, instead blood is dripping from it. “I tried,” she whispers.

“Who Mallory, who is dead?”

The boys weren’t even old enough to have their Wolves, they had been defenceless. They never stood a chance.

Raven, Mallory and Neah appear. The three of them turn their faces away from the scene.

I walk to Raven and kiss her forehead. “Stay here with Mallory and the others.”

“Where are you going? You can’t leave, we don’t know where he is.”

“I’m going to fucking find him and kill him.”

“He's dangerous.”

“I’m worse.”

Every inch of me regrets not killing him that day. Just causing enough damage to bring him to the dungeon was my mistake. I won’t be making that mistake again. Even if it takes days, weeks or months. I won’t stop until he is dead.