The Alpha’s Contract



Dane

"I don't know what that means," Indy mutters. "Is it some kind of threat? Because I'm not going to cause any trouble. I promise." She stares at me with wide eyes, likely regretting the offer of coming here.

"Hopefully, you won't have to find out," I tell her.

Indy nods, her golden eyes settling on Neah, "Honestly, I'm just happy to help. In any way that you need me to. I hate Thalia. I hate everything she has done. All the family and friends I lost... Silas," she shakes her head and frowns. "She makes me sick to my stomach."

"Silas just needs time," I remind her.

Indy leans forward, planting her hands on the desk as she studies Neah, "Thalia is out of control. How can someone be that power-obsessed? So obsessed that they don't care who they hurt or who loses as long as they get exactly what they want. It's ridiculous... Why can't everyone just be happy?"

"White Cliffs was and is shut off from the rest of the world," I scowl. "Battles happen all the time between packs."

"But to become so focused on the power?" she asks quietly. "What causes that?"

"It happens," I tell her. "Though some have better ways of handling the power they were given." I glance at my mate, who seems to have lost the ability to converse. Instead, Neah stares back at Indy with curiosity.

"Everything changed so quickly," Indy sighs. "One minute, White Cliffs was the best place to be. Next, it was shrouded in darkness, but the others couldn't see it happening, not like me and Orion. And even he took some convincing to see the truth."

"You never questioned it before?" I challenge. I didn't believe that it could suddenly just change overnight. There had to have been something brewing long before.

She runs her hands through her white hair and slumps back, "If there was, I missed it. Silas and I were..."

"Figuring things out?" I offer.

"I guess you could say that."

"Did you ever try to help him see the truth?"

Indy nods, "For a while, but it got harder and harder to get closer to him. And then Thalia made him see me differently. I was no longer the woman he fell in love with."

1 feel bad for her.' Aero mutters. 'It was hard enough when you wouldn't do anything with Neah, and I had to sit by and watch. But to see her mate, knowing he was in the same pack and unable to do anything for so long, must be hard.'

"Can you still sense Silas as a mate?"

Indy shakes her head. "But I won't give up; we are supposed to be together. I know it! And I believe that once Thalia is dead, everything will come back, just like Xavi's curse will be broken."

"Then you should get the blood-tie taken care of. Staying attached to Brax won't help your situation or his."

"I know. Is the breaking of it as painful as they say?"

I glance over to my mate. She had been in pure agony as it worked itself out of her. I don't think I have ever heard that type of scream from her since. No one could stay in the house for long, me included.

"Yes."

She sighs heavily and nods, "Sometimes, we have to endure pain to get what we want."

I was about to agree when Neah finally asked a question.

"What about Serkan?"

"He's different." Indy closes her eyes, and I see her hands ball up into fists, "If I tell you something, will you at least consider what I say? Every time I have tried before, no one believes me. Everyone laughs, and I get it; they are trapped in their own minds, but I know what I have seen the last few years."RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Neah's eyebrows shoot up, "What do you see?"

"I don't think he is real, or at least not the original Serkan. This one is an imposter, Made to look like the real one." Neah's eyes flash to me because it is something we have already considered. Neah's inability to link Serkan or find any connection to him didn't make sense, especially when he was supposed to be family.

"He's odd," Indy continues without noticing the look Neah and I shared. "It probably doesn't make sense to you guys, but..." she shakes her head. "Do you ever just get a feeling, one that weighs heavy in the pit of your stomach? You know something isn't right, and you just can't put your finger on it?"

'Far too often,' Aero mutters.

I dip my chin in agreement.

"I don't know when it happened or when, but I would bet my life on the man not being a Kitson. The man I remember had blue eyes, like yours," Indy mutters to Neah, "Now they are dark, distant, if anything, I would say he had spent to much time in the poppy fields."