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014 | A BONFIRE TO INITIATE
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Alpha Enzo 016 | POISON AND PORTALS
Enzo’s POVI blinked myself into awareness. The room was vaguely familiar, all squeaky linoleum floors and starchy white bed sheets. Disinfectant, scented with pine and lemon, filled the air and made the flooring gleam wetly. The curtains were drawn, but no daylight pierced through them.Davin was perched on the edge of my bed, his face drawn and weary. He brushed a strand of curly hair behind his ear, his masquerade mask long since discarded. I narrowed my eyes at him, needing to fix my vision onto something to stop it from rolling and spinning. My stomach revolted; I surged upwards, bent double, and vomited all over the squeaky-clean floor.Davin slid a bucket under my mouth wordlessly, a few seconds too late. Still, it was better than nothing.“That’s a good sign. A very good sign indeed,” said a familiar voice, feminine and soft but with a hard edge to it. I knew it, but was too focused on spewing my guts up to put a face to the sound. “If he’s got the energy to sit up and vomit,
Alpha Enzo 017 | DARK SIDE OF THE EARTH
Scarlett’s POVFuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. It was all I could think, a pounding rhythm hammering against my skull. I had the wherewithal to open my eyes, now, but I didn’t want to. Not one bit.Because I could smell where I was. The air was dry here, tinged with eucalyptus and wattle. It made my stomach revolt, but I swallowed harshly. I wouldn’t throw up. I couldn’t show weakness. Not here.Saliva filled my mouth. My nostrils flared. I opened my eyes. And the world spun. I lunged forward, stumbling out of the bed and falling to my knees. I heaved all over the floor before rocking back on my heels, wiping my mouth with a grimace. Now I couldn’t smell the dry air, the eucalyptus, or the wattle trees. I could just smell sick.It took me a few long moments to gather myself. I breathed sharply, in through my nose and out through my mouth. My stomach tightened, and I vomited again. And again. And again. Through the agonising pain in my throat and chest, searing and sore, flashes of fuzzy me
Alpha Enzo 018 | HE'S HERE, ISN'T HE?
Enzo’s POVI pushed my glasses up my nose, settling back on my bed. It creaked as I shifted my weight. “It’s all here. There isn’t anything missing – not even her favourite sweatshirt.”“Of course it’s all here,” said Marla, pausing her pacing to arch an eyebrow at me. She flicked her dark curls over her shoulder before starting up again. “Scarlett wouldn’t have run, and she sure as Hell wouldn’t have poisoned you.”“Emila’s insistence makes her almost seem guilty,” mused Davin. He was hovering in the doorway, one hand braced on the frame. Rubbing a hand over his tired eyes, he nodded at the damp grey dawn visible through the window. “I don’t think we’ll find any answers in here. We need to start speaking to people, Alpha.”“You’re right.” I folded up Scar’s sweatshirt with shaking hands and laid it flat on the bed, smoothing out creases and folds. It smelt like her, more than any of her other clothes, but for once the scent of pine and wild berries didn’t manage to soothe me. My hear
Alpha Enzo 019 | ROCK BOTTOM
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Alpha Enzo 020 | THE INFAMOUS ALPHA ENZO
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Alpha Enzo 021 | A LITTLE BIT OF DEATH
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Alpha Enzo 022 | I FEEL YOUR PAIN
Enzo’s POVScarlett was in danger. I don’t know how I knew; I just did. It was her agony searing my skin; her agony pooling in my chest; her agony setting my shoulder alight. Her agony, not mine.And it didn’t fade. In fact, it only grew worse – my throat tightened as if squeezed, and my lungs burned desperately for air they already held. Whoever had kidnapped her was hurting her. Not just hurting her. It felt like they were trying to kill her.Something snapped in me at that realisation. I grunted, doubling over, bracing my hands on my knees as the back of my head hit a wall that was not there. “I won’t let you die,” I ground out, my vision blurring. “I swear it, Scar. I’ll find you, whatever it takes, and I’ll bring you home.”Home. Chest heaving, I pulled myself upright. The pain dissipated slowly, like waves being pulled back from the shore. As the tide went out, I thought through every meeting I’d been in, every pack member I’d spoken to. I had nothing definitive to go on. But I
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