The Alpha’s Contract (Taylor West) novel Chapter 60

Dane

It was rare, but now and again, snap little comments would come through taking us both by surprise.

“I’m not being weird. There is just a lot going on at the moment.”

‘You are being an idiot again!’ Aero mumbles

‘What am I supposed to say? ‘Hey, by the way, you were actually bound more than twice because they were scared of you.’ Or maybe, ‘You don’t need to worry about shifting, you’ve already done it!’ Do you think she wants to hear that, Aero? She is petrified of shifting!’

‘Fine,’ He sulks, ‘Do it your way.’

“You…you still haven’t said anything.” Neah mutters. “Is Aero….is he saying something to you, is he talking about me?”

“Aero cares for you as much as I do, we just have different opinions when it comes to certain situations.”

Her brow dips a little. “He wants you to…tell…..me something?” Her frown grows

“Not here!” I mumble, looking around at my people moving around. Grabbing her hand, I tug her back toward the house, shutting us in my office.

Plonking herself down in a chair, she immediately pulls her legs up to her chest. It took me a while to realise it was her way of defending herself, trying to prevent Trey and his crew hitting her ribs and stomach. Though now it was becoming a habit when she felt unprepared.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” she whispers “Veronica is back and now you and Aero have decided…..”

“It’s nothing to do with Veronica.”

“I don’t….. I don’t understand.”

“The last few days, we have spent a lot of time in the bedroom. During this time, there was a visitor.”

“Trey?” she asks alarmed

“No, a Witch.”

“Oh,”

“The same Witch that bound your abilities.” It was like tearing off a band aid slowly. “When you were a newborn pup.”

Her forehead wrinkles as her eyes widen. “No….when I was six.”

I don’t give her the other information just yet and explain that this is the same Witch that I met with to discuss unbinding her. The same Witch that had bailed when I mentioned the name of Neah's pack and now I knew why.

“She helped Trey?”

“No, Neah." I sigh, "She helped your father.”

Her eyes drop from my gaze. Her hands grab the arm rests of her chair and her knuckles are momentarily whiter than white as she squeezes the wood. I feel her sudden rise in anger.

“My...my father?”

“Yes.”

“My….my father. He…he wanted me bound?” she spits out the words.

Her anger quickly fades and her eyes become filled with tears.

“I know this isn’t what you want to hear, Neah, but from what she told me. I don’t think it was just Trey and Cassandra that were responsible. I believe it goes back further than that.”