Chapter 3 Agreement Of Alpha

• Dane
• "The charm of the tenth bride." When the vehicle arrives in front of Moonshines Packhouse, Jenson makes fun of him. "Cease talking!" Eric lashes out at him. "You two shut the fucking mouths." Prior to saying something you later regret! He is incapable of learning. Aero, my wolf, muses. The driver opens the door with a pull. "Give me a moment; I have to talk to my guys." Neither of them says anything when the door shuts. She differs from the rest.
• Avoid talking to her and avoiding eye contact. And you, Jenson, better keep your hands off of each other or you might end up losing them this time. I felt more shook than normal. Neah was not like the other chosen partners. There was something about her that I couldn't quite put my finger on, or whether it was just that I was accustomed to confident women. Plus, Aero seemed to like her better than the others. She was essential to me. "I really do!" "Being my brother won't change my mind," I retort at Jenson's arrogant expression. He strokes his lips with his fingertips, making it look like he's closing them.
• They leave the car and follow me. We three stand in front of the ancient packhouse, staring up at it. Because, up until a month ago, all I knew about them was that the Alpha is a dick, even after my visit. I bang my knuckles against the door. When I shove myself through and make his Beta stagger back, it's barely open an inch. I immediately recognize her. concealing herself behind a wall. "Are you ready?" I yell. "If it's all you want to do..." Kyle, the beta begins. "I didn't speak with you." I was conversing with Noah.
• The statement on Beta Kyle had a picture-perfect face. His eyes are big, and his jaw hung open. Clearly, not even his Alpha had given him instructions. Neah emerges from her hiding place. holding a carrier bag that is just barely filled. She nods her head while dragging her teeth across her lower lip. "Where are the items you left behind? You need to pack everything, as I mentioned. "She only has that." Trey gives a snort when he shows up. "Is that all?" I stare at him. "That's all her belongings?
• That's all she has, and she's just what, in her early twenties? "What more is she in need of?" His Beta sneers. He'll repent the day he crossed us if I kill him and rip out his throat. "Why do you wait for?" A terrible high-pitched voice seems to be resonating through the floorboards. Glancing away from the Beta, I notice a woman clinging to her own statue, which was positioned at the base of the steps. Her green eyes watched me, her blonde hair hanging in waves around her face, and she swayed her hips as she walked toward Trey.
• Yesterday, I saw Neah's response. I questioned Trey, "Where's his mate?" Fear had tightened her entire body. I was curious as to why she was terrified of this woman. "Give her an Alpha Dane. She will undoubtedly be just as valuable to you as a slave as she is to us. Her high-pitched voice cuts right through me. "Look at that dumb girl—she's about to faint." The bimbo in blonde laughs. "You are no longer allowed to discuss her in that manner."
• "She is not your toy." I give the blonde a stern look. She is not your servant; thus, Alpha Trey, I advise you to discipline your wife. I will only put up with so much disobedience before I become angry. "DISOBEDIENCE": As soon as Neah's ass hits the ground, the woman lets out a scream. "You are very daring! In case someone disobeys. Hey, look at that rat in the corner. "Who the fuck does she think she's a rat?" Aero howls. "You ought to familiarize yourself with our agreement." I lose it. You don't seem to have heard everything from your mate.
• He removes a thick wad of paper from the folder under his arm and waves Eric forward. The agreement that I have drafted. "All that for your assistance?" His partner's eyes gleam. "I don't take on stupid contracts." "Should we go to the office?" I ask Trey as I press the contract that Eric has given me up against his chest. With his Beta trailing closely behind and his mate clinging to him, Trey takes the lead.
• My guys go after them, but I hang back to see how my new friend is doing. As you are participating in this transaction, you are more than welcome to join us. Alternatively, you can load up and wait for me outside where my car is. "Are those all I have to do?" she asks, her eyes down. "For the time being. In my opinion, you ought to attend with us. I shall take immense joy in making that brother's mate angry. She clutches the bag tightly and keeps her blue eyes low. I could clearly see how sick she looked from this close. Her heartbeat is also sluggish, as if it's struggling to survive.
• What will it be then? "I." Her gaze flickers from the office direction to the front entrance. "Well, the office, I suppose." "Wise decision." She declines my offer of a hand when I extend it. She forced herself to stand up. She falters a bit before gaining her balance. Observing her from a distance, I witness the menacing looks she gets from Trey and the other two foolish people as she makes her way into the office. "Please have a seat." I pass her by in a whisper. As soon as my hand touches her lower back, she stiffens up. She is motionless as she stands. She shakes her head, but only her eyes dart around.
• "Take a seat!" I speak a little more loudly. "That privilege isn't available to her here!" The blonde laughs, her mouth curving upward. "It is not a privilege to sit." With a roar, I ask myself what more they were making her do. I hoped that the absence of bruises on her arms and legs was a favorable sign. It must be! My mind paces with Aero. He shared my desire for her to leave this location. The blonde flinches backward in her chair. She opens her mouth wide, surprised that I said anything at all. "And I propose that you advise your partner to keep her mouth shut," I say, glancing at Trey. I could also close it for her.
• "You are in my house, Alpha Dane. Do you want my assistance?" They were all three infuriated. Neah was being instructed what to do in his own house, which was something no one liked to do. When I gesture to the vacant seat situated between Jenson and Eric, she ultimately takes a seat. "Let's just finish this." "The sooner she is gone," yells Trey. the more content I can be. "Go through the contract," I said. I ponder "I consented that you could include her in our agreement." "Stupid!" Eric mutters to himself.
• He was aware, as I was, that contracts ought to be read before being signed. They essentially toss the contract back at me after signing without reading it. "Finished." Trey murmurs. "All right, you can leave my house with her." Trey's partner screams. To avoid putting up with the twats, I would just kidnap Neah if I had my way, but this way they can't get her back. despite their pleading. They couldn't break a contract that was, well, a contract. I stand up and extend a hand to Neah, saying, "Come on, let's get out of this shithole before I get mad."
• She gets up and puts her warm fingers in my hand. She clasps the purse to her chest with her other hand. as we stroll together to the front door. She leaves without even turning around to say goodbye, which proved to me everything I needed to know: She detested them just as much as they detested her. At the open front door, she pauses and removes her hand from mine. She's staring at the limo, her blue eyes wide. "Enter now." I give instructions. Standing behind her, Eric and Jenson are observing her with interest. Is she alright? Eric connects the dots. "Yes?" She does not move when I move in front of her.
• I feel like she's staring straight through me. "Now is the appropriate moment to depart." "All right." Her mouth hardly moves. She moves forward in what seems to be slow motion. Her knuckles turn white as her heartbeat becomes faster and her hands tighten their hold on the dorm frame. Her eyes roll to the back of her skull, her lips parting slightly as her band drops from the door frame. "I have you covered." -Nmutter, grabbing her before she can fall to the ground. her whole body. tenses up as I hoist her up and give the car to her. She was considerably more frail than before. I hurried. It's likely that she weighed hardly more than a small ofild.
• Eric and Jenson enter the car first. I slide in with Neah on my lap, and Jenson cocks an eyebrow at me, a sneer fixed on his face. "Jenson, keep your thoughts to yourself! I cling to her, listening to the slow pounding of her heart and breath. She's getting a little more comfortable with it as I let my fingers run through her dark hair. She abruptly sits up straight. distancing herself from me and attempting to minimize her size:
• Choosing not to press her for anything, I focus on my brother and my beta, and we talk about pack matters, although I occasionally glance over to see how she's doing. "Enter now." When the limousine stops, I murmur. Without waiting for the driver, I hop out and extend my hand to greet her. "I'm alright," Finally speaking, she looks around at the others and shuffles forward to the open door. She gasps a little and looks up at my house. I hoped she would be content here because it was easily three times larger than her old residence.
• thinking I could provide her a better life than the one she had. "I'd like to give you a tour." She's still holding that carrying bag close to her chest, so I offer. She doesn't say anything as she follows me in. I was unsure if she was paying attention to what I was saying. "The omegas rotate in and out of each other. It's a good idea for the youth to gain some responsibility before starting their own careers. I inform her as I show her the dining room, which has a table that can seat twenty people. We proceed to the kitchen.
• "Anything you need, just add it to the board, and it will be ordered in," I say, pointing to a board that is hanging on the wall. Her brow furrows, but she remains silent. I picked up a pen and grinned. Perhaps my presence intimidated her. "There's no way you could live under my roof with just the items in that bag, so tell me what you need." Her brilliant blue eyes dart all over the place. "Well," I inquire. "I have everything I need." She murmurs. Leaning back. I begin jotting down notes. Anything I can think of that will cover her for a few days, including underwear, pants, fitness attire, dresses, and shoes. I take her by the waist, the pen between my teeth. My fingertips brush against her spine, and my thumbs meet just above her belly button. How was she even alive? She looked so skinny.