The Alpha’s Contract (Taylor West) novel Chapter 14

“You are supposed to be in bed, not sleeping in a chair.” Alpha Dane’s voice is quiet as he slides his arms under me and moves me back to the bed.

He pulls the blanket up over me, but I try to sit up.

“Sleeping will help you get over this quicker.” He gently pushes against my shoulders, trying to get me to lie back down.

“No.” I push back against him. “Somethings wrong.”

“I told you your wound will hurt for a while.”

“No.” I mutter sleepily. I couldn’t even make sense of what I wanted to say. “It’s a trick.” I mumble. “I think it’s a trick.”

“A trick?”

I nod my head but my tired eyes remain closed as I fight the sleep demons to tell Alpha Dane my idea.

“Get some sleep, we will talk about it when you feel better.” He orders

When I woke, I made myself get out of the bed, there was no way I was letting myself get all sleepy again before I had a chance to explain myself.

Splashing water on my face, I stare at my reflection in the mirror. My blue eyes were a little brighter and my skin no longer looked as dull.

“You’re awake.” Alpha Dane mutters, making me jump. I hadn’t heard him come in.

He walks right up behind me, his eyes locked on to mine in the mirror as I feel the heat that his body produces.

“How are you feeling?” He asks as his hands move to my hips.

I feel my own temperature increase as my neck and my face turn pink. His fingers creep under my top slipping inside the waistband of my joggers, edging into my panties as his lips meet my neck and I let out a quiet moan.

“Neah?”

My eyes snap open to Alpha Dane who is standing over me

“You really should be sleeping in the bed, not the chair.” He mutters.

It was just a dream. Just a dream. But the dream didn’t hide the fact that he could probably smell my arousal. So I clamp my thighs together.

“Do you need help?” He asks

“No!” I blurt out a little too loudly and he cocks a brow at me.

“I was only offering to help you get to the bed.” I see the small smirk on his lips. He could smell me.

I lower my gaze. “I like to sit here, I like to watch.” I mutter, trying to keep the topic off of my dream. “It’s different.”