Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Prey : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Brandon’s POVI couldn’t sleep.Not after that man touched her.Not after he smiled as he knew her like he owned the nighttime.I stood by the window, staring into the darkish  timber outside the secure residence. My arms were clenched. My enamel is tight.I should still hear his voice. Whispering her call like a curse. Laura.He now was not purported to locate her.He was no longer supposed to be that near.And now, the entirety has changed.Behind me, I heard soft footsteps. I didn’t flip. I already knew it had become random,” Laura stated in a quiet voice.I didn’t talk.She moved closer and stood beside me. Her arm brushed mine. I ought to experience her warmth. Her breath.“You’re irritated.”“I’m more than indignant.”She looked up at me. “Are you irritated at me?”

Laura’s POV The cold bit through my clothes, however I didn’t leave. I stood outside the cabin, staring at the red-lettered note in my hand as snow drifted quietly around me. The phrases kept replaying in my mind like a cruel echo I couldn’t get away. “Your mom didn’t die via a twist of fate. She was killed. And the person who killed her is the identical man who simply kissed you.” I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t believe it. My palms trembled so badly that the paper slipped from my hand and fluttered to the snowy floor. The wind picked it up and carried it away, however it didn’t count. The words were already carved into my heart. I grew to become lower back toward the cabin. The hot orange glow of the fire peeked through the window. Brandon lay inside, resting, restoring… the same man who had held me like I became the most effective aspect

Brandon’s POV The pain came in waves. Hot. Then bloodless. The thing in between that made me feel like I wasn’t even inside my very own body. But I hung on, due to the fact I could pay attention to her. Laura. Her voice became like a rope pulling me out of the dark. I wanted to speak. I wanted to inform her not to open that door. But my mouth got dry. My lips wouldn’t flow the manner I needed them to. I may want to hear the girl out of doors talking. She knew matters—too much stuff. About Laura. About me. And what she stated ultimately made my blood flip to ice. “I realize who your actual father is, Laura. And it’s no longer the person who just shot Brandon.” It felt just like the air in the cabin iced up. Laura’s hand was at the lock. She stood frozen, her face faded and eyes huge, like she’d stopped breathing. I desired to s

Brandon’s POVI didn’t notice Laura had gone out until Damien touched my arm and said quietly, “She needed air.” But something in his face made my stomach tighten. He looked tense, like his mind was stuck somewhere far off. I turned to the table again and stared at the letter, the handwriting, the truth that now stood like a wall between us. My heart was fighting everything my head was trying to accept. And still, all I could hear was her voice, shaking as she asked if we were siblings. I wanted to scream no. I wanted to burn the letter. I wanted to punch a hole through the wall and drag time backwards. But I couldn’t. Because the truth had already crawled out. And I could feel it breathing down my neck.I should’ve gone after her.I should’ve never let her leave my sight.The door swung open with a sudden wind, and I turned, expecting to see her walk back in. But it wasn’t her. It was a man. Tall. Hard eyes. Black coat wet with snow. Behind him were two others, both masked, both arme

Brandon’s POVThe moment my uncle said those words, I felt like someone punched me in the chest.“Laura’s father betrayed your dad.”I stared at him, not blinking, not breathing. The room suddenly felt too small, too heavy. I looked at Laura. Her face had gone pale. Her lips trembled, and her hands clutched the edge of the chair like she was trying not to fall through the floor.“No,” she whispered. “That’s not possible.”I wanted to believe her. I wanted to scream that it couldn’t be true. But something inside me—something cold and sharp—started to believe it might be.I stood up, took a step back. My mind was racing, but I couldn’t think clearly. I couldn’t even feel my own heartbeat.“My father loved him,” I said. “He trusted him.”The old man nodded, eyes tired. “And that’s why it was easy.”I looked at Laura again. She was crying now, but silently. Her eyes searched mine like she was begging me not to hate her. But I didn’t hate her. I couldn’t. Not even if this truth were real.