#Chapter 125: Loveless

Chris Despite everything—despite the search party, the dead Omega girl, the ball, the bachelorettes—I couldn’t seem to get Degas’s proposal out of my head. It kept swirling around in my mind like a dark storm cloud, taunting me relentlessly. It slipped into my dreams, left my head spinning, made me feel sick. I could still hear his voice when he had said it that night in front of the fire… “There is a way,” he had said, leaning closer conspiratorially. “A way for you and Ava to have what you want without harming the pack.” I had furrowed my brow and taken another sip of my whiskey, wondering if he was pulling my leg or trying to trap me into admitting to something I shouldn’t. “And what would that be?” I had asked. Degas had paused for a moment, chewing his teeth, before leaning back in his chair. “It’s an ancient contract,” he had said with a wave of his hand. “It hasn’t been used for centuries, but it still stands today…” Over the next half hour, D