‘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
Jai’s. A flare of pain rushes through me and I’m about to rush over and snatch it from his hand when he speaks. “This is him, isn’t it? The man I killed.” My eyes flash, pain and guilt coursing through me. “Yeah, it is. Forgotten what he looks like?” I ask coldly, snatching the picture from him,
VALERIE.Driving to the hospital, I feel empty. It’s my first day working there, but since that day I haven’t spoken to Zade and it’s insane how… bleak everything feels.There’s been a few times he’s been watching me, and I spotted him, but he simply would turn and walk away.Along with his silence
“Well, I’ll see you two later. I still have two hours of my shift left,” Ronda complains, stifling a yawn.“You have fun, and I think I’m going to head home. I’ll sleep well today.” I say. “Oh and, I’ve filled out the paperwork for patient in room 2, bed C. Please make sure she’s checked up on every