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SIX: Taking a Bath
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Nursing the Murderer Alpha King ELEVEN: Fitting Rooms
Thank Jesus for the wealth the Imperial Beta has given me., but I didn’t expect him to also let me get a hold of this.Dante’s wallet is so thick it could double as a murder weapon.I slap it into his palm just as he’s about to pull out his phone and ask how much money we have. We. As if the checking account isn’t in his name. As if the house, the car, the bed I’ve been sleeping in—all of it—isn’t his.He flips it open, his eyebrows shooting up as though I’ve just handed him a loaded gun.“There’s a fucking black card in here.” He looks at me like I’ve been hiding a small country in my purse. “Is this mine?”“No, babe,” I deadpan. “I mugged a billionaire yesterday and thought I’d give you a turn.”His eyes slice into mine, but I’m already turning away, biting back a grin. “Of course it’s yours. Everything in that house is yours. Even the broken-ass toaster that electrocuted me yesterday? It’s all yours.”I maybe am benefiting from all the stuff I was privilege enough to be given for n
Nursing the Murderer Alpha King TEN: Lucien
No.No fucking way.The second he opens his mouth, my throat closes.“Long time, Omega.”My knees buckle, but I don’t fall. Not yet. My spine locks though it’s been injected with cement, and I swear I can taste bile. His voice is the same. Maybe deeper. Age has gritted it out, but the rot beneath is still there. Still him.“Still trembling like a rabbit, I see.”I don’t move. I can’t.The fluorescent lights overhead buzz, casting his shadow long and sharp across the linoleum floor of the aisle. Shelf number five. Right between baking powder and pasta sauce. It’s almost funny. If I wasn’t about to fucking collapse.“Lucien,” I croak. My voice is barely a whisper.He smiles wider. All teeth. All predator.“Thought you could run from me, little healer?” he murmurs, stepping closer. “From what we had?”What we—?I flinch—full-body. And that’s what he wants, isn’t it? That reaction. That old panic crawling through me like maggots in open skin.He moves fast. As he always did. In a blink, m
Nursing the Murderer Alpha King NINE: Grocery Shopping
I never thought doing dishes would give me anxiety, but here I am, wrist-deep in suds, heart slamming against my ribs like it’s trying to file a fucking police report.The sun spills across the sink as a golden crime scene tape. The air smells like pepper, eggs, and betrayal, and we just finished eating.Dante Morelli—Alpha King, certified monster, my “husband”—is humming behind me. Humming. Still shirtless. Still in those goddamn low-hanging black shorts that show off every inch of his torso though it’s a fucking crime to look that good. Spoiler alert—it should be.And he cooked.He. Cooked. For me.Which shouldn’t make me feel anything except alarm bells because Alpha Kings don’t do domestic shit like chop onions and taste their sauce on the tip of a goddamn wooden spoon.So why the hell does he cook better than me?Why does he flip pancakes as if he’s a man who’s done it every Sunday of his life when I know his Sundays were more bloodbath than brunch?Why do I want him to do it aga
Nursing the Murderer Alpha King EIGHT: Excuses
Hell no. This isn’t what I’m being paid for. I instantly get out of the tub, pushing him off. My clothes are wet but my body is still paralyzed from how he pinned me on the tub earlier.The second I manage to yank the bathroom door open, I feel like I’ve just escaped a fucking warzone.Except the war is still following me.Dripping wet, freezing my tits off, and with shampoo stinging the shit out of my left eye, I bolt down the hallway as if it owes me money. My soaked clothes slap against my skin with each step, and I’m pretty sure this oversized T-shirt is now see-through in all the worst places. Thank Goddess I’m not wearing white. Small blessings, I guess.I reach the bedroom, slam the door, and suck in a lungful of air.What the fuck was that?No, seriously—what. The actual. Fuck.I almost kissed him. Or maybe he almost kissed me. I don’t even know who leaned in first, but his face was there, all wet and serious and too close to mine, and I lost brain function. I’m pretty sure h
Nursing the Murderer Alpha King SEVEN: It Wants You Back
The towels in my hand are folded so tight they might file a restraining order.Lavender soap. Washcloth. A fluffy bath towel that’s seen better days. This is my armor. My shield. My holy fuck-why-am-I-doing-this-again weapon kit.I’m not marching into a bathroom. I’m storming a warzone.“If this ends with me seeing his royal dick, I’m suing fate,” I mutter, voice low. “Maybe biting a bullet. Or him. Or all three.”A deep inhale.A fake-ass smile.And I walk in.Dante’s already seated on the edge of the tub, shirtless. And I mean—fucking shirtless. His torso is all hard ridges, tan skin pulled over muscle though it was made to be ogled, not washed. The bandages on his arms are fresh, done by me, but he still looks as if a goddamn dark fantasy novel cover come to life. Crimson eyes zero in on me though I’m the first meal he’s seen in days and he’s starving.Which would be flattering.If I didn’t know he used to snack on people.“Bath time, honey,” I chirp. Too loud. Too bright. I sound
Nursing the Murderer Alpha King SIX: Taking a Bath
The bed creaks.At first, it’s just a twitch. A subtle, involuntary jerk of his arm, barely more than a breath shifting the sheet. But then the muscles in his neck tighten, the tendons bulge, and his chest heaves like he’s trying to crawl out of his own skin.Fuck.I drop the wet towel I’ve been holding and bolt to the side of the bed. His entire body bows off the mattress like something is yanking him from the inside—veins pulsing, skin flushed, jaw clenched so hard I hear his teeth grind.“Dante—shit, stop—” I shudder. His fingers are clawing at his throat. Long, sharp nails digging red crescents into his already bruised skin.“No, no—don’t you fucking dare bleed out on me now.”You can’t fucking die or it’s my life on the line, you fucking idiot.I throw myself over him, wrestling his hands away from his neck. He growls, a bone-shuddering sound I haven’t been accustomed to since meddling in with the humans. The sound vibrates through his chest and right into my spine.I manage to g
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