Semua Bab Ten Ways To Kill Alpha PENKING : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Amelia sat on the floor, staring at the newspaper clipping.The words blurred together. She read them again. And again.Faulty medical equipment.Multiple deaths.James Whistleton.Her father killed Penking’s wife.And their baby.Her hands shook as she picked up the death certificate. Elena Penking. Twenty eight years old. Died in surgery because the equipment failed.The baby didn’t even get a name.Just a note at the bottom. Infant. Stillborn.She pressed her palm to her mouth.This was why.This was why Penking destroyed her family. Why he took everything. Why he bought her like she was nothing.Because her father took everything from him first.She wanted to throw up.The sound of the elevator broke through her thoughts.Her head snapped up.He was back.She scrambled to gather the papers, shoving them back into the safe. Her hands fumbled with the key. It slipped. She grabbed it and locked the safe, pushing the dresses back in place.The elevator doors opened.Footsteps.She sto

Amelia couldn’t move.The woman looked exactly like the photo. Same dark hair. Same delicate features. Same soft smile.But Elena Penking was dead.The woman stood and walked toward her. “Amelia. Thank you for coming.”Her voice was gentle. Warm.Amelia’s mouth opened but no sound came out.“I know you’re confused,” the woman said. “Please. Sit. Let me explain.”“You’re dead.”The woman’s smile faltered. “I’m not Elena. I’m her sister. Olivia.”Sister.Amelia’s brain tried to catch up. “Penking never mentioned a sister.”“He wouldn’t.” Olivia gestured to the empty chair across from her. “Please. Sit. We don’t have much time.”Amelia glanced at the door. She could leave. Should leave.But her feet carried her to the table.She sat.Olivia pushed a cup of coffee toward her. “I ordered for you. Black. No sugar. That’s how you take it, right?”“How do you know that?”“I’ve been watching you. Just like Kael has.”The name sounded wrong coming from her. Too familiar. Too human.“Why?” Ameli

Amelia changed into jeans and a black hoodie.Her hands shook as she laced her sneakers.The office door was still closed. No sound from inside.She grabbed her phone and walked to the elevator.Pressed the button.The doors opened.She stepped inside.Her reflection stared back at her in the mirrored walls. Pale. Scared.The elevator descended.Forty floors.Thirty.Twenty.Her phone buzzed.Five minutes. Hurry.The lobby appeared.Different guard tonight. He looked up from his desk. “Miss Whistleton?”“I forgot something in the car,” she said. “I’ll be right back.”He nodded.She walked out into the night.Cold air hit her face. The street was empty. A few cars passed. Distant sirens.She walked around the building to the alley.Dark. Narrow. Dumpsters lined one side.Her phone buzzed.I’m here.A figure stepped out from the shadows.Not Olivia.A man.Tall. Dark hair. Blue eyes that caught the streetlight.Devon.“What are you doing here?” she hissed.“Saving you.” He grabbed her a

Amelia tore off the wedding dress and threw it on the floor.Her hands shook as she pulled on jeans and a T-shirt. Something that didn’t smell like him. Didn’t feel like chains.The bedroom door was locked from the outside.She tried the handle three times.Nothing.She pressed her ear against it. Heard voices. Penking’s. Deep. Angry. And someone else. Unfamiliar.She couldn’t make out the words.Her reflection stared back at her from the mirror. Red eyes. Pale skin. A stranger wearing her face.Mrs. Penking.The name made her sick.She walked to the window and pressed her forehead against the glass. Cold seeped into her skin.The city looked the same. Cars. Lights. People living their lives.She was forty floors above freedom.Might as well have been a thousand.The voices outside grew louder.Then a crash.Glass breaking.Silence.The door unlocked.She spun around.Penking walked in. His knuckles were bloody. His tie was loose.“Who was that?” she asked.“No one.” He walked past he

Amelia backed up. “Where’s Devon?”“Busy.” Stellan walked toward her. Slow. Deliberate. “But he asked me to meet you instead.”“Why?”“Because what we’re planning requires more than just Devon’s anger. It requires strategy. Patience. And someone who knows how to break Penking properly.”She kept backing up until she hit a car. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“Yes, you do.” He stopped a few feet away. “Devon told me everything. About you. About Penking. About the contract.”“He had no right.”“He had every right. You’re in danger. And if we don’t act soon, Penking will make sure you never leave.”“I already know that.”“Do you?” Stellan tilted his head. “Do you know that he’s planning to mark you? Permanently? That he’s already hired a specialist to make sure the bond is unbreakable?”Her blood went cold. “What?”“An alpha mark. Once he bites you during a rut, you’ll be tied to him forever. No divorce. No escape. Just him. Always.”No.“You’re lying.”“Why would I?” He pulled