Mature content below.[18+]~~~We arrived at the hotel, and soon we reached my door. I used my fingerprint to unlock it, and we stepped inside, but the cold air from the air conditioning hit me the moment I stepped inside.I hurry to my laptop, hands trembling. I pulled up the video from last night. The screen shows Cassian and Angela, intertwined with each other on the bed, and soon, Angela's moan fills the living room, filling me with betrayal once again.As I watched the video all over again, with a man in the room, I couldn't help leaking.Fuck me, I'm horny.“I… I will go and change out of these wet clothes…” I turn, flustered, to escape before he knows, but I bump flat into him.I gasp, taking hurried steps back, but he stalks towards me.“B-Brandon… What are you doing?” I murmur, scared yet filled with anticipation.“What do you think, princess? A man and a woman inside a room, alone. The right movie to set the mood, your arousal, and your body trembling like that. I’m offerin
Melinda:~~~“Y-You.” I stammer, sitting up quickly.“B-Brandon. How are you here?” My voice shakes, but he doesn’t answer, just stares, and the glint in his eyes makes my skin crawl.He yanks me up effortlessly, and before I can breathe, his hand cracks across my cheek. I stagger back, stunned, only to take another.“Brandon! Are you insane?!” I shout, clutching both burning cheeks.Slap! My eyes widen when he slaps me. Before I can recover, he lifts his hand to strike me again, but I scream.“Stop! Why are you hitting me?!”“You want to kill her,” he growls with certainty, not a question.“Yes! I want that bitch dead!” I spit, glaring at him, though my voice trembles. “She’s probably already dead.”Slap!“Brandon, you lunatic!” My rage overcomes my fear of being discovered. “Hit me again and I swear I’ll…”Slap!He slaps me before I can get the words out. I swallow a sob and sneer at him instead.“You scum. How dare you lay your filthy, lowly hands on me!” I say, keeping a good dist
“Alpha, maybe… change your clothes first?” Luke whispers, like he’s afraid I’ll snap.I glance at him and see the worry in his eyes. My throat is too tight for words, so I just nod.…~...I stop at the door of the OR, looking through the glass frame. I see my Angel on the bed, under the bright, blinding lights.The air is thick with urgency, beeping monitors, shouted orders, hands, gloves, instruments, and the metallic rattle of trays being rolled into place.Every second feels like an hour. My heart races as I watch, helpless.Then, the sound I feared most, an alarm. The monitor starts beeping out of control.“Vitals crashing again!” a nurse shouts.My chest tightens.“No!” My legs move before I think. I slam the door open, but Jackson grabs hold of my arm.I lose control. My fist connects with his jaw before I can stop it; he's fucking getting on my nerves.I push inside. “Sir, please, you can’t…” A nurse tries to stop me. She says it like an order. But her voice fades against the
Melinda:~~~And then I see her.Standing alone in the road, the rain falling around her, as if the gods themselves had placed her there for me.My hands grip the steering wheel of the latest car my father bought me, no registration.So no trace.I press my foot down.The speed is merciless. She doesn’t even see me coming, blind fool.It makes the impact sickening.For one glorious, horrifying moment, I know the gods heard my prayers.Angela is gone.But I don’t stop.I drive to the bridge, driving the car over the edge, and letting it sink into the black water below.Then I dive, swimming out before the unforgiving river drags me under.I come up for air, and the river swallows the sound of my breathing.Heavy rain still hits the surface of the river; my hands tremble as I kick against the current and drag myself toward the reeds.I crawl onto the shore, soaked and gasping, heart hammering.“Hahaha.” I start laughing like a lunatic, breathing heavily.She's dead.“That sickly little
Her blood is everywhere, hot and slippery against my palms.The ragged wound at her side won’t stop bleeding. I press my palm hard against it, knotting the fabric of my shirt to try and stop the flow, while administering CPR with the other.Her skin is cold. Too cold. Her face pale. The rain is washing her blood into the street, but it keeps coming.‘Oh goddess. I’m losing her. I can’t lose my mate. It will kill me.’“Don’t you dare die on me, angel!” I cry, my voice raw. “Selene, please. Don’t take my mate.”I whisper every prayer I know, old words from the pack, a promise to the moon, to anyone who will hear me. I beg the sky like a madman.“She’s still not breathing!” Kai roars inside me. “I fucking know!” I shout back.“It’s your fault!” he snaps. “I’ll destroy you if we lose her!” He threatens.His voice keeps slamming into me, making it harder to focus, my already shredded mind fraying further.“You never listen to me!” he growls. “I told you not to let Lucinda pile more work o
Cassian:~~~“You’re telling me Angela betrayed her own company? Betrayed me?” I demand angrily.How could anyone think that of her? My angel would never. I know it. I open my mouth to tell him the next time he accuses my angel again, he’ll be gone from my sight for good.Then I smell her.Her intoxicating scent. Her racing heart. She’s outside.I rush to the door, opening it, and there she stands. She’s pale and trembling, and how come she looks thin all of a sudden?Her eyes widen upon noticing me, and the fright in them makes me panic.She's scared of me? Why?Haven't I shown her enough that I would never hurt her? She is my woman. And I should be her safest place. Her sense of security.I dismiss Luke with a wave.Then a selfish, possessive part of me wants to take advantage of this situation to tie her to me and make her promise to not fight this—what is blossoming between us.That she should allow fate to guide us, our illicit affair.But she misunderstands me as usual.She runs