All Chapters of Chased By The Psychopathic Alpha: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ElenaHoney bear and I have become closer these past days. We even have a routine now, and I can feel her opening up to me, the way I am getting fond of her, too fond of her. Sometimes I wished she were mine instead. I even wished I had met Mikhail earlier. Speaking of Mikhail. I have been avoiding him the past three days and thinking about him all night. It’s foolish, I know, but I am burning with yearning and guilt at the same time. This is Mikhail, he had hurt me in the spots it most hurt. Besides that, there’s Ezekiel, I can’t betray him. He has been through so much, lost everything, all because of him. What happens when he finds out I’m in a relationship with the man who ruined his life? My heart has begun to sting again, that dull ache settling in slowly, the breeze that once wrapped around me as a comforting shield is now like a burning flame. “Elena? Are you there?” I’m snapped to the present, meeting the gaze of the little girl standing before me. I darted my gaze to the

ElenaIt can’t be true. That’s what I kept telling myself. Mikhail has no reason to hurt my family…could I be wrong? He had hurt me, lied to my parents, and had practically hurt everyone around me. What makes me feel he couldn’t have done that? Besides, there’s no reason for Ezekiel to lie to me. Ezekiel has never lied to me, but Mikhail has. A thought strikes my mind, and without hesitation, I bend forward, attacking the driver and distracting him from driving, cursing the car to careen around. Anger pulsates through my veins as I imagine Mikhail laughing at me. Has this all been a game to him? He has feelings for me, wants to be with me? Lies. He lied again. I turn the steering wheel, the car hitting a tree bark with full force, sending me falling to the back seat, hitting my head on the window. Pain shoots throughout my head, and sirens are beginning to play in my head; my vision is blurry. I try shaking it off, but it only adds to the headache. But I need to move, I need to get o

MikhailI hate you.Those three words still echoed in my head, stabbing my chest continuously. I still can’t believe I’m able to function with the ache consuming from within. Ridiculous, she had said that so many times with pure disgust on her face, but I never took it to heart; I never felt the need to wage my heart against her words that seemed hurtful to the hearts of normals. Yet, here I am reminiscing about the pain that was laced with her tone, the betrayal as though she never wished for the killer to be me. But then, she still wants to believe that I’m the killer; she finds comfort in making me the villain. She can do that all she wants, but I’d rather be her enemy right now. “It’s all over the news now; someone leaked the incident with the photos to the media.” My fist clenches on the desk at Darius's report. I fucking knew that this was no usual incident. Someone is trying to fuck me up. “Have they retrieved the message from Elena’s phone?”I believe the culprit must have

MikhailIt’s been three weeks, three weeks till I almost had Elena, and three weeks since I lost her. I had returned to a shattered house. Despite Darius thinking there’s a higher chance that she destroyed everything and fled by herself, I still stick to my belief that someone had helped her out, more like someone had taken her away. The case has been closed as Darius suggested, with someone taking the blame to ease the pack members' minds and prevent future chaos in the pack while secretly searching for Madison and her daughter. They are the ones who know the truth; they are the key to solving this case. At first, I had suspected Ezekiel, but according to leads, he was never in the hospital, he wasn’t the one who severed Mr. Jones' body parts, and he had no contact even with Elena’s parents for a long time. It was impossible to connect any dots that he was related to Mr. Jones' death. The only reason I still have him on my suspect list is the fact that he had been the one to inform

Mikhail The whsipers around grew louder as the familiar lavender scent draws closer. My heart races as I turn to the figure behind me. Indeed, it is Elena with a warm smile on her face, staring back at me. Chrsitian seems to be muttering something, but all my focus is on Elena. Perhaps he has walked away but I only noticed the emptiness by my side when Elena glides majestically towards me. “I thought we agreed to be special friends before the crowd, people will begin to think otherwise with the way you’re staring at me,” She whispers in my ear grabbing my glass of wine and taking a sip from it, and leaving her lipstick stain on the cup. The crowd is the least thing that mattered right now, I stretched my hands forth to caress Elena, to feel if she’s real or not. But an arm wraps around her shoulder before I can. “I must say, you’ve surprised us with your presence Ms. Jones” Darius mutters, pulling me out of a trance I didn’t know I had gotten into. The said crowd around has retu