The Alpha’s Contract (Taylor West) novel Chapter 77

“You’re letting him out.” Beta Eric asks and I couldn’t help but notice the slight pinkish tint to his peachy skin.

“It’s your choice.” Alpha Dane mutters to me. “And if you do decide too, there will be conditions that he has to meet.”

“Anything!” Devon beams at us. “I will literally do anything! I’m desperate for some sunlight.”

What if I make the wrong decision? What if I say yes and all this has been complete lies? What if the moment I let him out, he brings Trey straight to us? Choices were not my strong point.

Stepping out into the snow, Alpha Dane grabs my hand, just as Devon mutters something about the sun on his skin being a glorious feeling.

“I am never going in a cell again.” Devon's hand catches mine. “Thank you so much. I promise you, I will be the brother you deserve.” He straightens up in front of Alpha Dane and clears his throat, trying to force his voice a note lower and making himself sound almost serious.

“Alpha Dane, don’t fuck with my sister.”

I see the small twitch at the corner of Alpha Dane’s lips. He wasn’t a man who could be told what to do. He lived and played by his own rules.

“Oh come on.” Devon muses, “I had to do the brotherly thing.”

“I will let you have that one.” Alpha Dane replies, “But I will remind you, that although Neah let you out, I can quite easily put you back in the cell and this time, there will be no benefits.”

“Sure sure sure.” Devon puffs out his cheeks, turning around “Someone’s on a mission.”

I follow his gaze to see Veronica charging towards us. I would just like to make it a few hours without dealing with her.

“Dane, I’ve been looking for you.” Her statement was for Alpha Dane, but her eyes were ogling Devon.

“Veronica, now is not the time.”

“I’ve been speaking to some of the others.” She continues anyway.

“Of course you have.”

“They are worried about her shifting.” She points at me, even though it was obvious who she meant.

Devon snorts.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know you.” She mutters, a small smile on her face as she uses her biceps to squeeze her breast even higher. She somehow trips, bumping into me and Devon helps her back up.

“You can call me Devon.”