SEVENTY-ONE: I Want My Mommy

I don’t answer him.I can’t.Dante’s question hangs in the air, neat and polite and sharp enough to slice skin. Who’s the kid?Not loud. Not rushed. Like he’s asking for the time.Daxton shifts in my arms, his weight heavy and warm against my chest. He smells faintly of medicine and sweat and the cheap grape syrup I bribed him with earlier. My grip tightens without permission, my forearm locking under his thighs, my other hand flattening between his shoulder blades.My body already knows what my brain hasn’t caught up to yet—run, turn, disappear.I angle my shoulder away from Dante, planting my feet wide on the cracked concrete of the walkway. The porch light hums above us, throwing a sick yellow glow over everything. The world feels too open. Too visible. Windows. Cars. Lawns trimmed within an inch of their lives.Nowhere to hide.“Eris?”Luke’s voice comes from behind me, close. Too close. I hadn’t heard him open the door. Hadn’t heard his steps on the porch.My stomach drops.He so

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SEVENTY-TWO: Then Who Is?

Show more7:27 AMThe word "mommy" is still hanging in the air like a grenade with its pin pulled when Dante's eyebrow does this slow, deliberate arch that makes me want to punch him in his stupidly handsome face."Mom, huh?" His voice is silk and steel, and I hate how it makes my skin prickle. "Funny. Earlier he was your nephew."My jaw clenches so hard I might crack a molar. "I don't owe you explanations about my personal life.""Your personal life?" He steps closer, and I instinctively back up against the doorframe. Big mistake. Now he's looming, and he's good at looming. "You mean the personal life where you're hiding a kid? That seems like information an employer might want to know.""You're my boss, not my keeper." The words come out sharper than I intend, but I'm running on pure panic right now. Daxton is inside. Dante is outside. This is literally my nightmare scenario, except everyone's still wearing clothes, so I guess it could be worse. "We're not close. We're not friends. Yo

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SEVENTY-THREE: The Apology Cake

"You need to leave."My voice comes out flat, stripped of anything resembling negotiation. I'm tired. So fucking tired of this day, this conversation, the weight of his question still hanging in the air like smoke I can't wave away.Luke finally sets the tea mugs down on the coffee table—untouched, cold, pointless—and the ceramic hits wood too hard. The sound makes me flinch. "She's right," he says, stepping forward. "You should go."I watch him try to be brave, watch him close half the distance between himself and Dante before his jaw goes tight and his feet stop moving. He's not short, but Dante makes him look it. Makes him look young and outmatched and painfully, obviously aware that if this turned physical, he wouldn't stand a chance.Dante doesn't move. Doesn't even blink."I don't want to leave," he says.I exhale through my nose, sharp and exasperated. "Then what the hell do you want?"He looks away. Actually looks away, and something about that movement—the way his shoulders s

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SEVENTY-FOUR: Parent's Day

Fuck.The word echoes in my head like a prayer to a god who stopped listening years ago. We're inches apart—maybe less—and I can feel the heat radiating off him like he's the sun and I'm Icarus with melted wings and a death wish.I jerk backward so fast I nearly fall on my ass, scrambling away from him like he's made of fire. My face is burning, and I can't look at him, can't let him see whatever the hell is written all over my face right now."What else do you remember?" The words come out breathless, unprofessional, completely fucking compromised. But I'm still his therapist. That's what I'm being paid for. Get it together, Eris.Dante's quiet for a moment, and when he speaks, his voice is distant, like he's watching a movie of someone else's life. "I see myself jumping off a building."My heart stops."My Beta was there. Trying to stop me. But he was too late."No. No, no, no—"Do you know what that means?" He's looking at me now, and there's something in his eyes— he already knows

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All Chapters of Nursing the Murderer Alpha King: Chapter 71 - Chapter 74

SEVENTY-ONE: I Want My Mommy

SEVENTY-TWO: Then Who Is?

SEVENTY-THREE: The Apology Cake

SEVENTY-FOUR: Parent's Day