What have I Done?

Alina´s POV

I was at home, but all the problems of the meeting still hung in the air, leaving the atmosphere gloomy, almost oppressive. It was as if the tension of that night refused to go away. I tried to distract myself with a book, but my mind was far away, lost in thoughts about everything that happened. An unsettling foreboding tormented me, as if something was about to happen and I couldn't help it.

Suddenly, a sound interrupted the silence—a knock on the door, low but enough to startle me. My heart raced, and I walked to the door with hesitant steps. When I opened it, I came face to face with an unknown man. He was well dressed and had a serious posture that only increased my apprehension.

“Good evening, Alina. I'm a friend of Sâmia's. She asked me to talk to you. May I come in? By the way, my name is Lucian” - said the unknown man.

I really didn't know what to think. Something felt wrong. The way he said my name, and the feeling in my chest came back hard and I swallowed.

“What do you want?” - I asked.

“Don't worry, I'm not here to cause trouble. Samia only asked me to make sure you were okay. She cares about you.” - Said the man looking at her with a cold smile. - But something in his gaze made Alina feel uncomfortable. He wasn't just there for Sâmia. Something else was at stake.

"I'm really in no position to refuse anyone," although an uncomfortable feeling began to grow in my chest.

I gestured to the sofa, suggesting that he sit down while I went to make some tea. I needed something to occupy my hands and, perhaps, warm the environment that seemed to freeze more and more. But the cold that enveloped me did not diminish; In fact, it seemed to grow, seeping into me in an almost suffocating way.

“So… how do you plan to get the alpha off your tail?” - Lucian asked in a nonchalant tone, checking his cell phone.

“I expected you to tell me that, after all, you came to help.” - But deep down she felt bad, because Samia had said that they were in this together, and now this man was questioning it as if she was the only one in the shit.

“You know, maybe I'm not good enough for this, and it might not go down well if I tried to help a hybrid.” - He said in a tone that Alina could have sworn was slightly ironic. - And he stared at her.

I went back to tea preparation, but anxiety was suffocating me. My hands trembled slightly as I tried to concentrate, but it was useless. I quickly pulled out my phone and sent a message to Samia:

Alina (message): "Why did you send me this guy? Who is Lucian?"

The answer didn't take long:

Samia (message): "Get out of there now! I don't know this man and I didn't send anyone to his house."

My blood ran cold. The message gave me a chill that went up my spine, making every hair stand on end. I looked up from my phone slowly, with a sense of increasing discomfort, and when I looked at Lucian, he was staring at me. His piercing gaze seemed to pierce my soul, and my heart raced.

He then spoke in a cold, calculated tone:

“So, you live alone. This is dangerous, especially for women with no family and... hybrids.”

The mention of "hybrids" made Alina lose her patience. She couldn't stand it anymore that this was always the focal point when people talked about her. Without thinking, he fired:

“What a drag! Does everyone now have to stress that I'm a fucking orphan? Fuck you, you piece of shit!”

Before I could control myself, the man quickly stood up and advanced towards me. In a nimble movement I couldn't keep up with, the next thing I found myself pressed against the wall, her hand squeezing my throat with frightening force.

“Listen here, you slut, you're full of spunk, aren't you? Let's see how long it lasts.”

He pushed me to the ground with a jerky movement, and my head hit hard. The pain was instantaneous, but I barely had time to process it. I tried to compose myself, struggling to get up, but he kept approaching, his steps slow and calculated. Every word that came out of his mouth sounded more threatening, making my heart hammer against my chest.

“Aren't you going to do anything? I thought hybrids at least begged. - He said, frowning.”

“Why should I?” - I challenged him.

With a sadistic smile on his face Lucian said:

“So that's how it's going to be, baby? I thought we were going to spend some time together before I ripped your head off.” - And he pouted.

I was breathing with some difficulty, my heart was beating so hard in my chest that I could feel my blood pulsing in my veins. But before I could answer, I had an idea.

“Can I at least know who the contractor is?”

He paused for a second, arching his eyebrow with a dismissive smile.

“What for?”

“Curiosity.” - I said calmly, but with a hint of sarcasm.

And he let out a cruel laugh.

“Curiosity? Do you think I'm going to tell you this now? There's no time for curiosity.” - Lucian said as he admired the knife he had taken from his waist.

As he spoke, something inside me was changing. I felt a weight in my chest, as if something was trying to break free, something that had been contained for a long time. I began to pant and breathe hard, and to tremble as I felt my vision blur.

I looked at him, now with a dark and implacable gaze, and my words came out with an intensity that surprised me:

“I'm going to kill you.”

Before he could react, I attacked with a speed that even I didn't know I had. I jumped on him, and with a wild and powerful movement, my claws tore him apart. The screams of pain were drowned out by the force of my blows and the brutal impact. In the blink of an eye, the man was on the ground, lifeless – or rather, what was left of him.

I stopped, panting, feeling the weight of what I had just done pressing down on me. My eyes returned to their normal color, but the damage was done. I looked around, completely disoriented.

What I had felt there, that brutal force, that uncontrollable power... It was something much bigger than I imagined.

The room was in absolute silence, and the man's body was scattered on the floor. I swallowed, trying to understand what had happened, but my mind was in turmoil. I had just broken something inside myself.

"What have I done?" he thought, still trembling. "What am I?"