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VALERIE. I gasp, jolting upright, my entire body drenched in sweat. My heart is palpitating wildly, and I press my fist against my chest as I scan the room once again. I’m safe. I’m alone. I’m alive… But those words aren’t calming the anxiousness inside of me. I get out of bed, last night replayi
We remain like that for several moments before he reaches behind me and switches off the ice-cold water. He pulls away, tugging free from my hold on his hoodie, clearly proof that he was allowing me to hold him like that and he grabs a towel. My heart pounds as his eyes rake over my body, making g
ZADE. It’s the middle of the night and despite the stuffy weather that would never usually bother me, tonight I am unable to fall asleep… Not that I sleep easily, anyway. The ghosts of the past do not let you sleep, the skeletons in the closets are always near, ready to reveal themselves and righ
‘A true Alpha questions all because he is born to be in charge… even if it means disobeying your superiors…’ That’s what he once said with pride. I didn’t kill Zaia Toussaint when she was pregnant, although I had found a chance, I hesitated. I couldn’t kill two innocents in the process… even if the
I hated her too, Melanie… just as much as Lawrence did. She gave me away… she cared far more for Zaia, keeping her with her, whilst giving me away with ease. I’m no Alpha… I’m not a good person… I am a killer and I’m alright with that. I hear her move and, unable to sleep, I stand up, deciding t
VALERIE. I switch the coffee machine on, staring at the little blue light as I hear the door shut, leaving me in here, alone, with a shirtless Zade. ‘Don’t cry, Little Mate, it makes me want to spill blood.’ His words run through my mind once again, rich and seductive like red wine, masking the s
“The third one.” “What?” “That one.” He says and I look at the movie currently ranked third. “Ah… a mystery thriller. Ok.” I say, switching it on and walking over to the sofa. I sit down, resting my elbow on the armrest, my back a little to him as I look over at the TV. Am I really watching a mo
VALERIE. An hour later, it’s over and, as he predicted, the killer was indeed Beth’s brother. The very same guy he had said it would be, but before he could say anything cocky, my phone rings and I pick it up quickly. “Zaia! How are you?” I say, not missing the way Zade stiffens. “I’m great. You