The Alpha’s Contract

Chapter 0528

Dane

Her hand slips into mine as the elevator carries us to the top floor. I pull her into me, leaving a kiss on her forehead just as the elevator comes to a stop.

The doors slide back, leading us onto a long hallway that was just as I remembered. Light grey carpets stretched across the floor. Small paintings lined the walls between the room doors all in matching frames except for the one right outside our room.

Neah stops to look at it, as I swipe the room key. Her hand pulls out of mine and she points at the boy in the middle.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Is this...you?"

*Yes. My mother painted it. It was our last trip together as a family before they were taken from us. Jenson is on the left and Raven is on the right of me."

The painting showed the three of us looking out at the waves on the beach I had taken Neah too.

She doesn't ask any questions, she only tells me that it makes her think she's looking at an older version of the boys.

I open the door, stepping into a familiar suite. It was always kept available for me, even though I hadn't been here in years. I move from room to room, checking that everything was perfect and only stopping by the floor to ceiling windows when I was done.

We were on the fifth floor. From here you could see the beach in the distance. The sea only just visible in the darkness. Over to the west, there are lights that lead into the nearby city.

The rustling of a crisp packet catches my attention and I turn to find Neah raiding the mini fridge while already armed with treats from the bar.

*Hungry?" I muse. Food wasn't what I had planned, but if she needed it, then I was more than willing to wait. I had the rest of my life to watch her orgasm for me.

She stares back at me and gives me a slight nod. It was rare to see the fleeting fear these days, but there were still hints of her past that lingered. It normally showed up when she was completely exhausted. Almost as if she spends the day working hard to block it out, though she could never make the triggers completely go away. Food was still the main one that stressed her.

I move to the dining table and grab the room service menu. Handing it to her, I smile. "What do you want?"

She doesn't even look at it when she says "pizza."

"Let me guess, the one with pineapple?"

She smiles at me, "Yes please."

I try not to hide my disgust. She knew I hated it. The first time she had it, I was certain she was doing it to just annoy me. But it turns out she actually loves it. How the hell could anyone eat pineapple on a pizza?

She manages to get a slice down her throat before the nausea started. She was definitely suffering more with this pregnancy.

Lying back on the bed, she stares up at the ceiling, rubbing her bump as she mutters about how hungry she is. "Maybe the girls don't like pineapple on pizza." I muse. She grabs a pillow and launches it across the room at me. Stepping out of the way, I move into the bathroom and fill the large bathtub. Maybe a good soak would help. "They won't let me eat. They won't let me sleep." She mutters when I retum.

Taking her hands in mine, I pull her up and off the bed.

"I know what I said, but I can't Dane. I'm so tired." she murmurs.

"I know, but you can join me in the bath."

She doesn't stop me as I lift her sweatshirt over her head or when I lower her leggings and panties.

I get in first and she follows, settling herself between my thighs in the bubbles. Neah leans herself back against me, causing some of the water to overflow. She takes my hands and places them on her stomach. The movement beneath was constant and relentless.

A smile creeps across my face. They would be strong, just like their mother.

As the movements of the twins become less intense. Neah's body relaxes into me a little more until I know that she is asleep.

She doesn't stir as I shuffle her forward so I could lift her out of the water.