Semua Bab Alpha Erik: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Chapter Seven - Fate Balor’s POV I stood in front of my mirror. Steam from my hot shower was still fogging up my mirror. My upper body was still covered in droplets of water, my towel wrapped around my waist as I wiped away the condensation from the mirror. I was always glamoured when in the city I hardly had time to look like my true self. My scarlet hair was always dulled, my eyes not as bright, and my ears perfectly rounded.  I took pride in what I was, but risking my kind's safety by becoming known wasn’t something I ever wanted. I worked hard to protect us, and yeah, I may have taken the darkened path, but it ensured my family's safety from hunters and all the other cruel things the lurked in this human realm.  I took in how the tattoos sat against my tanned skin and muscular body. Each ta

Chapter Nine - Suspension Reyna’s POV It had been two days since Balor Bloodstone had been in my office. Two days since I had first seen the evidence he brought forward. Two days since I filed a warrant to gain access to the footage from all his businesses in the city.  We had put out an arrest warrant for the man in the video. He was last spotted leaving the bus station in Montreal, but the trail ran cold after that. And I felt like I had fallen back into the rut I was so eager to get out of for the last three years.  “Killian, my office now.” Kurt’s voice echoed through the station. It seemed like the world halted at his voice, and it seriously pissed me off. Even the phones became quiet as everyone gave me a wary look. I wasn’t one to bow down to him, especially not after t

Chapter Eleven - Rats Balor’s POV We arrived at the Bloodstone Security building. No one spoke as we waited for the elevator to stop at the surveillance floor.  The guards at the door stiffened, averting their gaze to the floor. No doubt feeling the anger radiating off of me. We walked to the metal door. Lincoln swiped a card before pushing on on it to open. Monroe sat at the computers waiting for us. His greyed hair was cut short, and the smell of gasoline and smoke filled the room. The short sleeves on his black t-shirt revealed his old military tattoos.  Monroe wasn’t a werewolf, but he was a tough son of a bitch. I met him when I first moved to Toronto. He helped me get into this game, and he was the first person I asked t

Chapter Thirteen - Backfired Balor’s POV  Reyna held her composure on the outside, but her heart was telling a different story. Her chin was held high, and for forced herself to stand in a relaxed position. Arms crossed in front of her chest, her one knee slightly bent. Her black trench coat hid most of her outfit. The only thing visible was her combat boots. Her chocolate brown hair was frizzed by the cold winter wind that never seemed to let up in this city. The tall buildings acted as a tunnel guiding the harsh winds from Lake Ontario through the city's busy streets.  I forced myself to look away, the papers on my desk becoming the most important thing in the room as I tried to stop the thoughts of her invading my clarity. I picked up a folder and opened it. It was the report with the reasons why Detective Reyna Killi

Chapter Fifteen - Disrespect Reyna's POVI took a deep breath before reaching for the familiar metal handle. The cold winter air made my cheeks flush and my fingers numb as it nipped at them, making me want to immediately stick my hands back into the warmth of my pockets.  Every winter, I had to purchase new gloves because mine always seemed to get misplaced. It was a terrible habit, one I regretted in moments like this. I made a mental note to get new gloves after work today. I pushed open the door to the station, the phones ringing and the chatter of voices filling up the station walls. It felt good to be back in this place. Two weeks away from work was too long. I couldn't say I regretted it, though, because that would be a lie. Yes, I regretted the time I lost to hunt down any leads, but Sullivan made sure to keep me in the loop as much as possible, and after the