All Chapters of Alpha Enzo: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Scarlett’s POVIt took me a long time to fall asleep, even though I was exhausted. Being stuck in that limbo between being awake and asleep reminded me vaguely of being in the coma, though the memories of that time were hazy and odd to me now. Had I been able to hear? Had I been stuck in my body, unmoving, as I was now?I sighed and rolled over. The hut I’d been given was nice enough, if a little basic – just four walls constructed of stacked logs, with no windows, a single stooped door, and a bare-bones dirt floor, covered by a thin, well-worn rug that had seen better days. I had a bed, a crooked old thing with a moth-eaten mattress, but it was comfortable enough and the duvet was warm. There was even a dresser with a candle on it. No, my surroundings weren’t the problem. I was.Eventually, though, my exhaustion pulled me under.My dreams were as turbulent as my waking life. I felt as though I was drowning in syrup, unable to breathe, unable to swim up or down or even turn my head. I

Scarlett’s POVNow that I was free, I felt more trapped than ever.I groaned as I got out of the bed. My knees ached and, sure enough, when I shucked off the duvet to inspect them, they were bruised. But how? I felt as though I’d been beaten up, but all I’d done was sleep.My eyes found the handcuffs. Had they played a part in that bizarre nightmare fest? A knock on the door startled me. It was hard enough to rattle it on its hinges.“Scarlett,” called Ryker. “Breakfast.”Icy fear sluiced down my spine. I didn’t want to go out there. I couldn’t face him. Not after last night…I shook myself and ran my fingers through my tangled hair. “Oh, and Scarlett?”Finding my voice was difficult but, after a pause, I managed to reply with a timid, “Yeah?”“I’ve got some clothes for you. Can I open the door?”I swallowed hard. “Sure. Yes, please. Thank you.”Why was this feeling so familiar? Fear and cowardice and shame tangled together in a barbed knot, writhing through my chest. Ryker’s hand

Scarlett’s POVThe blood rushed from my face. Ice splintered through my whole body. He looked furious, full of burning vengeance; his cheeks had turned an unflattering shade of puce and his lips were pulled back from his teeth in an ugly snarl. Spittle slicked the corners of his mouth.What was I doing? I must have a shred of self-preservation somewhere, surely? Bu no, I’d thrown myself into the fire for Priestley, literally just because he’d smiled at me once or twice and been kind.And now Alpha Ryker was going to kill me. I mean, sure, he’d just saved me, but the look on his face blurred with last night’s dream, and suddenly I was convinced that my life was about to end. I didn’t know how I knew, but I knew that Ryker was capable of destroying me.He took a single, purposeful step towards me, dragging Priestley with him. Time itself seemed to slow down. I saw every flex of his muscles, every twitch of his eye, felt the thud of his foot reverberating through the earth and heard the

Scarlett’s POVI bent double, panting hard. “I yield,” I hissed, licking blood from my split lip. “I yield.”I’d needed a distraction, so I’d come to afternoon training. Priestley had mostly healed from his mild strangulation that morning, but he’d offered to take it easy for today and work with me.Alpha Ryker had nodded approvingly, but there had been something dark and glittering in his icy eyes. “She’ll need to be able to defend herself. Good idea, Warrior Wolf.”So that was how I’d ended up like this: surrounded by grunting warriors, arm sagging, exhausted from trying – and failing – to block punch after punch. Priestley swore he was going easy on me; I swore he wasn’t. I spat blood and shook my head.“Sorry.” His face twisted. “I’m not used to fighting someone that isn’t a Warrior Wolf. Maybe we should try in our shifted forms? You might have more of a chance that way.” His sombre expression tugged up into a grin. “No offence.”I rolled my eyes at him. “None taken.” The joy died

Scarlett’s POVThe feeling of the tree dissolved, like I was pressing my hand through tissue paper and piercing through it – but that was the least of my worries. Wind whipped around me, pulled at me, dragged at my hair and clothes. I cried out, but the wind stole the screams from my throat. Everything was pulling and sucking at me, tugging me in so many different directions I didn’t know which way was up and which way was down. The sky turned green and the grass turned blue. I spiralled – literally – through the air, and then, at last, I crashed into the ground.“Fuck.” I hissed through my teeth and dragged myself to my feet. A playful bit of wind brushed over my cheeks and, despite myself, I smiled. For the first time ever, my powers didn’t feel like some intangible monster waiting to step out of the dark and snap me in half.I couldn’t remember traveling by portal before, but I was pretty damn sure it hadn’t been anything like that. The so-called Portal Magician that had ironed ou