Todos los capítulos de The Evil Alpha next door: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

I pulled up my contacts and started scrolling through names. I needed answers. I needed answers—Kendall couldn’t have wiped everybody's mind, and why did I still remember if she had wiped their minds? It didn’t make sense. Thankfully, I had snapped the invitation list that had the number of people that attended the reunion.Jessica Martinez. I tapped her name.It rang four times before she answered. “Hello?”“Jessica, it’s Maren. From the reunion.”“Oh. Hey.” Her voice was cold.“I need to ask you something about last night—”“Look, I don’t know what your deal is, but I already talked to the police. Nothing happened. It was just a normal party.”“Jessica, please—”“Stop calling people and harassing them with this crazy story, Maren. It’s embarrassing.”She hung up.I stared at the phone, my chest tight.Okay. Next name.Mark Chen. Then Tanya Brooks. Then Brandon Torres.Every single one of them said the same thing. Nothing happened. It was just a regular reunion. I must have been drun

For a split second, I thought he was joking—that this was some sick TikTok prank. But then I saw his hand move toward his waistband, saw the other two men shift their weight forward, and my brain finally signaled for me to stop staring and shut the door.I slammed it shut and threw the deadbolt, my hands shaking so badly I could barely grip the metal. Behind me, I heard the crash of wood splintering as they hit the door with their full weight.“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” I stumbled backward, my heart hammering against my ribs as a burst of adrenaline surged through my muscles.The door exploded inward on the second hit, the frame cracking like a gunshot. Splinters of wood scattered across the hardwood floor, and then they were inside.I ran.I scrambled down the hallway toward the back of the house. My phone was in the living room—shit, my phone was in the living room—but there was no time to go back for it. The kitchen. The back door. If I could just get outside, maybe I could scream, maybe

I cut the call with Derek and stood there in Maren’s driveway, my chest heaving like I’d just run a marathon. The rage inside me wasn’t subsiding. I needed to hit something, to let out the excess rage in my body, before I do something stupid.The bike roared to life beneath me, and I tore out of the neighborhood. My hands gripped the handlebars so tight my knuckles went white. The speedometer climbed—eighty, hundred, one-hundred-twenty.Forty minutes later, I pulled up outside The Apex Pavilion, a sleek, black-glass monolith that looked more like a corporate headquarters than a gym. Inside, the air was climate-controlled and smelled of expensive leather and ozone. Polished octagons with high-definition replay screens lined the main floor, and the hum of high-tech training equipment filled the space. I could hear the sounds coming from inside. The thud of flesh on flesh. The roar of a crowd.This was the Underground.I’d been here multiple times. It was a supernatural fight club—no rul

The scent of jasmine and vanilla filled my senses as I buried my face in the curve of Sienna’s neck, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. She gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders.“Derek,” she breathed, arching against me.We were tangled together on my bed, the sheets long since kicked to the floor. Her dark hair spread across the pillow like silk, her amber eyes half-lidded with desire. My mate. My everything.I kissed her deeply, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her body pressed against mine. This was what I fought for, the thing that made all the violence and bloodshed worth it.My phone buzzed on the nightstand.I ignored it.It buzzed again, and again.“You should get that,” Sienna murmured against my lips.“No.”She laughed softly, her hands sliding down my back. “What if it’s important?”“Nothing’s more important than this.”The phone rang now, the shrill sound cutting through the quiet of the bedroom. I growled low in my throat, my wolf irritated at the i

Duke stood in front of me, his back pressed against the wall of my office at pack headquarters. His throat was still bruised from where I’d grabbed him earlier, purple fingerprints stark against his pale skin."Spill," I ordered, crossing my arms.Duke swallowed hard. "I… I don’t know much. We only just got initiated. Kendall hasn’t taught us anything yet beyond,"My fist connected with his jaw before he could finish. His head snapped to the side, blood spraying from his split lip."If you’re not useful to me," I growled, grabbing the front of his shirt and hauling him upright, "you better consider yourself dead. I don’t have time for excuses. Give me something I can use or I’m painting these walls with your blood.""I’m telling the truth!" Duke’s voice cracked. "I swear!"I was about to hit him again when my phone rang.The ringtone was Sienna’s special one, I set this particular one so I’d always know when she was calling. I released Duke and grabbed the phone. "Sienna? What’s wrong