The Alpha’s Contract



"He was counting on you turning up." I tell her. "If anything, he was annoyed that you hadn't. He has enough syringes full of drugs to wipe out more than the people in this pack.

Essentially, he could turn us all Human."

"Was it intentional for it to wear off so quickly? Was that what he wanted?"

"I don't think so. He seemed surprised when he realised I wasn't drugged anymore. Hence stabbing me."

"It's because he is a Hunter." Brax shrugs his shoulders like it's no big deal.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Oh come on, Mister Research." Brax rolls his eyes at me, "Are you seriously telling me you have created her whole family tree, going back centuries, but you haven't even bothered to look up your own ancestry?"

"Well, I have been a little preoccupied."

"You are a fast healer, right?"

"I guess so. I always just put that down to being lucky."

Brax rolls his eyes at me. "You are a Hunter. As much as that word should not be connected to you. It is. Hunter's are fast healers. We heal like Alpha's because we are our own kind. Have you ever seen me with a wound?"

"That's why the drugs didn't stay in his systern long?" Neah scowls

"Bingo."

"But there is also something else you should know about Hunters." His eyes flicker around the grounds. "That maybe we should discuss inside."

He gestures to the door and Neah is the first through it. She leads us into the office and takes Danes' seat behind the desk. "Well?"

"This is information I never thought would come in handy."

"Spit it out Brax." I snap. I was done with this. I need a good sleep and a space to clear my mind.

"If you haven't done research on yourself. I'm guessing you haven't done much on Hunter's in general?"

"I haven't needed too. Generally if I ask you, you will tell me what I want to know."

He sits on the comer of the desk, much to Neah's annoyance. "Hunter's don't just hunt Rogues."

"What?"

"Actually, that is the wrong phrase. There are Hunter's that don't hunt Rogues."

"So what are you saying?" Neah asks," Because I'm clearly missing the point.

"It doesn't help when Brax has a need to be dramatic!"

"Doh, look who is growing a pair of balls after making a decent kill!" He smirks

"BRAX!" Neah warns him

"Fine. You were with Cooper for a few days. What did you learn?"

"He is unhinged!"

"More?"

"We are mated!"

"Are you sure about that?" Brax cocks an eyebrow at me.

"He has a mark with my initials."

"Does he?"

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"See, now that's where it gets a little interesting. Witches do have a mark."

"The mark is the initials of their mate. Yes I know. i lied to him and gave him a false name but I don't think he bought it."

"That's not entirely true."

"That's what you told Dane. You said over time the mark mutated into the initials of their mate." Neah frowns

"I said I believed, but now, I don't think that is quite true. Or there would be more Witches present and he would likely be mated to another Witch to keep the bloodlines from disappearing altogether."

"Brax, just spit it out. These short answers make me want to rip out your tongue!" Neah scowls at him. Or maybe it was Nyx with how dark her eyes are. Since when has that started happening again?

"So I've been wondering why you are unphased by the Lycans. In fact, you are so fucking curious about them that it makes me a little sick. But nevertheless, you are a Hunter. There is a reason you can withstand Cooper's bullshit. That mark that he showed you, I don't believe is a mate mark. He is still half Lycan. And clearly he hasn't been raised to understand that. I think I was wrong. I think the initials belong to the person who is going to kill him, not his mate."

"What?" Neah presses. I couldn't tell if it was a 'what' because Brax admitted he was wrong. Or a what' because of what he said about me.

"Klaus isn't just any Hunter. He is a Witch Hunter."