Chapter 4 Agreement Of Alpha

• Dane
• I wrote down her size, and she looked like a deer caught in headlights. She was smaller than I had imagined. Bone and skin. I would have felt every rib protruding if I had raised my hands higher. It made me sick since she was supposed to be strong and powerful because she was descended from Alpha. When I took her measurement, I also saw how she twisted her face. It was agony instead of terror. Under the loosely fitting maid's dress, she was concealing something. "Just say what you want to say; I know you want to. I have no interest in the garbage that Trey has instilled in you.
• You don't need to hold off till someone queries you. You are able to express yourself freely. Are you hurt? "No." I had a feeling that she was lying. A strand of her black hair falls out from behind the band that was meant to tie it back as she shakes her head as if to confirm her response. It was going to be difficult to get past Noah. She had become extremely protective of herself due to her life of starvation. Trey's going to have to pay for what he's got. carried out on her. Neah, you need to say something. I'm not able to read your thoughts. At least I will know how you are feeling when I mark you." Please note me?
• It seemed impossible for her eyes to get any bigger. "Yes, you will be marked." The concept struck her as absolutely unexpected and shocking. She keeps staring at me, her pale lips slightly parted. I assumed she was aware. I assumed that was the reason she came so voluntarily. I had been asked repeatedly by my beta whether I was sure I wanted her to be my bride. She smelled terrible, yet there was no denying that I couldn't help but be drawn to her. The moment I laid eyes on her, I couldn't look away.
• My Wolf Aero was also smitten with her. Even so, he'd said nothing at all about her. I'm pissed off with myself for not bringing her home yesterday. "You... you brought me here so you could identify me. She retreats a step and enters the kitchen island. She flinches a little, concealing her discomfort and smoothing her features. Trey would have learned that you are to be my wife, not my slave, if he had bothered to read the contract. He would also have read that the pack would become mine, or rather, yours, if he or his incredibly foolish friend attempted to harm you in the future.
• Neah, you were always meant to be mine; I never bought you. "I commit murder." She lets out a gasp. "Why would I be the bride that someone like you would want?" Blood's Aero snarls, cutting me off from my thoughts. I look down at her oversized outfit. Where my hands had been wrapped around her was where a blood stain had developed. "What is that? Are you hurt? I had hardly touched her when I demanded. She uses her hand to dab at the stain. “It's nothing. It's just a cut that keeps opening up when I knock on it.
• I overlook its existence. Ignore? How could she possibly forget a cut? "Why is she not recovering?" I sense Aero's fear. "After spending less than two hours with us, she already has an injury of some kind." He felt a great need to keep her safe. I had not realized that part of her limitations was her inability to recover. I would need to locate someone quickly who could undo the bond." Ask me! It's alright. She mumbles. I had already become so tired of hearing that expression.
• "It is not a choice." I whisper. "I'll have to find a way to look myself if you won't show me." A beat skips her heart. She surveys the kitchen. "Is there anywhere more private we can go?" "Secure?" Actually, I didn't do privacy. How could Wolf have done that? She gives me a little nod, but her gaze never quite leaves mine. Nearly scared to meet my gaze directly. Workplace, Aero murmurs. I was about to make that suggestion! I lash out at my wolf again. I sense him withdrawing into a shadowy recess of my thoughts, his eyelids rolling. "In this manner." I point to the door.
• Neah waits patiently for me, trailing closely behind. The smell of blood got stronger and stronger. It was not merely a cut. That was already known to me. Light the office remote, and the blinds begin to descend, obstructing the light. ‘Neah hesitates, then cautiously starts to undo the dress's buttons—but just in the areas where the blood stain was. She tugs on the dress in one direction. The cut, which measured four inches in length, was somewhat infected already. "See, it's all right," she murmurs. “You need to stop saying that.
• She snaps her mouth shut and begins to press the buttons. Jo. I grabbed her hands because I thought I saw another bruise there. "Allow me to see the remaining ones." It was a requirement. As my fingers tear apart the remaining buttons, she lets out a gasp. Like her underwear, her sports bra had seen better days. But what worried me the most was the bruises. One bruise after another, scars left by whips. Her ribs and hip bones were also visible.
• After removing the dress off Aer and turning her around, I discover that her back is unchanged. Interestingly enough, though, nothing was beneath her thighs or above her chest. Her arms were devoid of any injuries whatsoever. That kind of thing could only be done for one reason. either to maintain a certain look or to conceal what they were doing to someone. They wanted visitors not to see. More significantly, given that the meeting was scheduled more than a month in advance, they didn't want me to see. She tugs the dress tight around her lean body as she struggles with it. "You ought to visit a physician." When she notices the rage on my face, she starts to say, "It's..."
• "It eventually heals every time." Was Trey the one who did this? Gritting my teeth, I murmur and point to her body. Her blue eyes go down. "Cassandra?" She hasn't responded to me yet. "That bastard who hangs around with Trey? Each of the three of them? She nods silently and draws her dress tighter around her. Raising her palm to her face, she wipes a tear that has slipped her cheek. "Is there anyone else?"
• "The group." She murmurs. I intend to eliminate them all. Aero snarls. He needs to move in line. "Due to your purported actions against your parents." She gives a nod. "I don't think you were accountable." She raises her head to face me, her brow furrowing as her eyes meet mine at last. "Due to the Wolfsbane Blood?"