The Alpha’s Contract novel Chapter 439

Dane

Samara is sitting in the back of her cell as I enter the dungeons. Her knees are pulled up tight to her chest as she tries to hide her face from me.

“She stopped crying a little while ago.” Damien tells me. He is sitting on a stool at the far end. “But she’s clearly shifted again at some point. More claw marks.” He points to the top of her cell. “Is the bastard dead?”

I shake my head, “It’s a little more complicated.”

Stopping outside of her cell, I observe the deep claw marks. They were all focussed around the top of her cell. Almost like she is trying to dig a way out. She will have a hard job, inside the cement is more bars. I wasn’t letting someone else escape.

“My brother is alive isn’t he? He was here and now he is not.” She whispers though she continues to keep her face covered by her arms, like she was hiding something.

“You tell me. It seems that you have been lying Samara. Do you even know how to tell the truth?” I ask

“I’m not….”

“Cut the bullshit. I know you are behind everything. Why did you want Blair to bring you here? Who are you after?”

“I came for help. That’s true.”

“If you continue to lie I’m going to open this cell and run this blade from your neck to your navel. Very, very fucking slowly.” I hold the blade up to show her and she finally raises her head to look at me. Slow healing claw marks littered her face.

Her eyes drift to the blade, “You can’t hurt me with that.”

“Don’t test me.”

She shakes her head, “You literally can’t. There are marks on the handle. Marks that mean it can’t touch my flesh.”

I look at the handle. She wasn’t wrong. Strange marks had been carved into the wood. “Why?”

She shrugs her shoulders at me. “Coop made it for me to use. It was so I could protect myself but it could never be used against me. Though, he never actually let me use it. Decided I wouldn’t need protection when I had him.”

“Protect yourself against who?”

She drops her head forward on to her knees and doesn’t answer.

“Samara!”

She remains silent. I was on the verge of ripping her cell door open and testing out her theory until I remembered what Klaus had said. If she got out, it would be a bloodbath. Yet I still didn't know why.

“Everyone and no one.” she whispers

“What does that mean?” Damien edges forward. “How can you need protection from everyone and no one at the same time?”

“From yourself? Is that who you are talking about? Or are you talking about Cooper and his projection abilities.” I demand

Her grey eyes are wide as they flicker up to mine. “He’s mastered it?”

‘Is this a trick?’ Damien links me

‘I don’t know’

Samara scowls into her legs. Her mouth opens and closes like she couldn’t find the right words to say. “If he has mastered it after all this time…. I don’t know what will happen now.”

“GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!”

She pulls her clothes off as she screams and claws at her skin as she squirms around on the floor. It reminded me of Jenson as he fought against his Wolf.

“Samara, stop!”

Her grey eyes find mine, they glaze over as she continues to dig at herself.

“What do we do?” Damien asks

“We need to see what happens.”

“GET OUT!” She screeches again as claws sprout out of her fingers. Tufts of dark fur erupt from her skin. She screams as her bones break.

I had watched Neah shift as well as my own son, yet neither of them made this much noise and Neah had said it was the most painful thing she had experienced.

The whole process takes a good thirty minutes and stretched out on the floor is a very large Lycan. Her breaths are heavy and her eyes remain closed. Damien shifts his eyes from her to me.“What do we do?”

“We wait.”

Another thirty minutes pass before there is any sign of movement. Her fingers twitch and the twitching spreads to her arms. Her eyes open and she continues to lie on the floor.

I watch as the nostrils move, she inhales the scents around her and slowly sits up, staring at us. Neither Damien or I speak. I wasn’t even sure if Samara could hear us.

My hand tightens around the handle of the blade, preparing myself for an attack but she just continues to watch us, like we were the ones locked in a cage. She glides her tongue over her sharp teeth as she stands. She is definitely bigger than the average Lycan.