Contractually Yours Alpha (Riley)

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Lydia went with him, and the whole village celebrated even those who knew of her wickedness, the ones who were aware that the Alpha was never her mate. They were all happy for her, and no one cared about how that made me feel; no one cared about me, and when I ran away from the village, no one bothered to check, but it was alright. I went to the one person who wanted me, the god of light. She was willing to give me a chance and also grant me the vengeance my soul desperately seeks; she was the only one who truly loved me, the love that never leaves.

She granted me the power to wield flames, but that wasn't the only gift she bestowed upon me. She gave me something far greater-an ability unlike any other, the power to push into a person's mind and take full control, the Gift of Compulsion. The rarest of all gifts-she granted it to me; she made me powerful; she made me into a weapon for her own use, but her gifts came with a price. When my walk with her was over, every gift she gave would be stripped away from me, and I would wither away; that was the price, and I accepted it. All minds are bare and naked to me, all minds but one-his mind.

The Blackwood wolf seemed to have something protecting him; I can't tell what exactly it is, but it prevents me from reaching into his mind, and this is where I have a problem. I cannot control him." She paused, seemingly lost in thought. She didn't seem to mind passing me all this information. I hated the fact that she referred to Alexander as The Blackwood wolf, he was the Werewolf King but she didn't seem to acknowledge that.

I couldn't stop replaying her story in my mind. I suppose no one is born evil-some just have darkness buried inside them, waiting for the right moment to be unleashed. But no one is truly destined to be a villain, and she was no exception. I almost felt sympathy for her; I never thought of my mother or father as people who could do such a thing. Of course, I didn't know if her story was true for all I knew, she could have been lying. But something in me told me she wasn't. Still, that didn't mean I should trust her words.

"Did you ever return to your village?" I asked, and she nodded.

"I did. They are all dead now."

I hope she didn't see how pale I had become. "You killed them?" I asked; How

could one single woman take down a whole village?

"Yes."

"How?"

"I will tell you that sometime later."

Closing my eyes, I couldn't help but imagine the cries of the mother and children,

the men too, who had no part in it all.

"You've not yet asked the most important question." She said,

Of course, I hadn't.noveldrama

"You killed my parents.'

"Yes, and I could have killed you too. I still remember how your mother cried when I let her have a glance through my head; I let her see the pain I endured when she took my mate away, and the pain alone almost consumed her. Then I choked out the breath from her lungs. I didn't need to touch her; all I needed to do was create an illusion, make her believe that she was out of air, when in reality all she had to do was take a breath. I remember her sobs, her pleas; she wanted forgiveness, and I wanted her blood. She'd managed to give him a child before I killed her."

It all happened so fast; the anger that filled me was uncontrollable. I leapt out of the bed and brought her down

with me. "You crazy bitch!" I cried out as I strangled the woman; a smile remained on her face. I had been holding hard enough to crush her throat; blood ran down her nose, but she still seemed unaffected.

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"Your father called me that; he called me a lot of names. Still, I knew he felt the guilt, even until his death day" she said, her voice unwavering despite my hands pressing against her neck. "I killed him too; his death was more enjoyable because I got to watch him suffer and panic over the life of his child and his pack members. You know, that's why he sent you here; he wanted you to be protected from me. The Blackwood wolf is possessive; he is also very strong, your father made the right move."

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