The Alpha’s Contract (Taylor West) novel Chapter 551

Brax

White Cliffs was north, that was the extent of my knowledge. Somewhere I had never been before, but then I never had a reason for a visit, there were always enough Rogues down south.

I flip open the notebook with Silas’s directions and information. And still the castle was not at all what I was expecting.

Stretched out across a cliff and surrounded by a concrete wall that is easily twelve feet tall, maybe more. Clearly the wall was not just designed to stop people getting in, but people getting out.

I glance down at the image Silas had drawn. It was exactly the same, turrets and all. It wasn’t until he told Damien and I that a spell had been put on this place, that it began to make sense. Hiding it from plain sight. Thankfully, I wasn’t blind to it.

Heavy gates sit closed, but surprisingly no one guards them. Between us is a fast flowing river that leads to a waterfall at the cliff side. The water crashes down onto the rocks below. Even standing here, I knew the sea below was rough, stopping people from arriving on boats, just like Samara had told everyone.

A single drawbridge that is closed, stops me going any further. It wasn’t going to be easy to get inside, but like anything, there would be a weak point.

My eyes move back to the castle. Silas could have warned me that the people here lived in medieval times.

I could hear people. Happy people. Not a single sound of someone who is in trouble. Music plays and the smell of a roasting hog is strong in the air. It takes me a second to realise they are celebrating something.

Behind me, footsteps are slowly and quietly edging forward. Turning my head slightly, the footsteps stop.

“How did you know I was behind you?” A female calls out. She brings her hand up and a little ball of fire appears, hovering just above her palm. So much for her not using her ability in years.

“Put it away Thalia.”

“How do you know my name? And how did you get through the barrier?”

“Silas.” I mutter his name and the ball of fire disappears as she drops her hand.

“You have spoken to Silas?” She seems to have forgotten the other question that she asked.

“More than you.” I turn to face her properly. Tight curls hang down to her shoulders, a fringe stretches down to her lilac eyes. Though there is no scar on her face like there had been in the photo. She didn’t even look as though she had been touched by fire. But then why would she.

“You don’t know anything, Hunter.” She spits

“Oh dear Thalia, do you really think I’m that fucking stupid? You were ready to kill me on the spot. You only changed because I knew who you were. Now you are playing this little game of innocence. Tell me,” I tap my cheek, “Where is the scar from that awful fire that killed your son?”

The colour drains from her golden skin. “I don’t know what you are talking about, Hunter.”

“The innocent game continues.”

“It’s not a game. Why are you here?” She demands

“Fancied a walk.” I snort, making her glare at me. “To return you and your son to your mate.”

“I told him we are not leaving. This is our home. This is where Silas belongs.”

“So you want to do it the hard way?” I ask. “I’m not fussed either way.”

“What, you think you are going to get in through the gates and just take us?” She chuckles. “There is no way they are going to let in a Hunter. I just have to give the word and you will be killed on the spot.”