The Alpha’s Contract (Taylor West) novel Chapter 220

But his scent was strong. He was nearby. Jenson had said something about the Rogue using trees.

I look up but can’t see anything.

“Why don’t you come out to play?” I call out into the silence of the woods. “Or is the little beasty afraid?”

I keep my hands free. Wielding a knife right now would only make him less likely to appear. I had to get my timings perfect.

“I know what you are. And you know what I am.” I call out again. “So why waste my time with these games.”

I feel his presence hovering above me, but I don’t look up. He clearly wants to give me the element of surprise, so I will play him at his own game.

Stepping forwards, l keep my eyes in front of me. He is trying to understand me, they always did. After all, I had climbed the fence and traipsed through the fields in my beautiful Louboutins. A price I had to pay to wear beautiful shoes and to kill my targets.

The rustling above me is a purposeful move. He had worked at concealing himself for a long time. He wanted me to look up, just as he jumped down on me. Instead I move further into the woods which is followed by a grunt of annoyance.

He may be able to lure others to their death, but two could play at that game.

“Talk.” I snap. “I know you can.”

“Why are you following me?” He growls from up the tree as I check my nails.

“You are causing me problems that I don’t need.”

“You are causing me problems by following me.” He growls

I roll my eyes. “Are you going to come down here so that I can kill you?”

He laughs, a throaty garbled sound that sounds more like he is choking on something. “You look like her, but you don’t smell like her.” He drops directly in front of me. His beast towers over me, bloody drool hanging from its sharp teeth. “You smell weak and you smell delicious.”

He slowly drags a tongue over his sharp teeth.

He changes back to the chestnut haired man that had lured the girl away. Not even afraid to conceal his naked body. A massive lump of flesh missing from his leg. You wouldn’t think he would be able to walk.

“No.” In one fluid movement, I pull a knife from my waistband and jab it into his stomach. Surprise floods his eyes and a cry of anger releases from his throat as I rip the blade upwards to his ribs.

They take too long with their games. Trying to draw it out until they get what they want. With Rogues it was best to be quick. Not allowing them time to plot their next move. Always be unsuspecting.

His hands grab the handle of the knife and he pulls it out, sending a spray of deep red all over me.

He starts to heal before my very eyes. I hadn’t gone deep enough.

I pull out the other knife and sink it into his bad leg as he tries to knock me down. He goes to pull it out, I fire the gun, the bullet disappearing into his forehead before blowing the back of his head out.

“One down.”