All Chapters of Never Again, Alpha: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Valentine’s POV“What?” I asked Rowan about what he said on the phone. “Vlad is suspicious of me,” he said. “I might not be able to stay here further,” he added.“How did that happen? You were his best friend. He shouldn't be suspicious of you,” I said, gritting my teeth. “The plan is to weaken him so I could challenge him, not the other way around!”“I know, I know,” he said. “But remember Cheska’s employee? Vivian?” I stopped grinding my teeth and thought of the name. “Yes, what about her?”“She brought a sharp investigator and planted in Vlad’s mind that someone in his pack is a traitor.”“Kill her and the investigator as soon as possible. Do whatever it takes to erase her.”“Okay,” Rowan replied, sounding unsure and ended the call. Frustration filled me. I wanted so badly to have a taste of that leopard and then this problem. Fuck. What was she to me anyways? Nothing, just a hostage. Leaving her behind, scared witless, I began to march back to my home. The ground beneath me t

Cheska’s POVMy bare feet padded against the dirt, grass, and twigs beneath me. I had been running for what felt like an eternity. The sun was now beating overhead and sweat dripped down my forehead from the heat. My lungs ached and burned with each breath, and my legs were about as useful as jello. I needed to stop, try and find somewhere to rest, but I couldn't get my legs to stop moving. Even though every step got slower and slower, they wouldn't stop. I still had the feeling that someone, or something, was behind me, and they were just waiting for a moment of weakness.I continued walking, placing my hands along the trees on either side of me. Each trunk sat so close together that I couldn't walk a foot without running into one, which provided slight cover and something for me to lean on. The bark was rough under my fingers and the sticky sap coming from the trees beckoned for me to stay with them. I could see visible claw marks that made these saps oozed. It had large marks, pr

Cheska’s POVThe head laughed at me then disappeared again. I screamed in shock and accidentally let go of the tree in front of me. Screaming louder, I fell to the forest ground beneath me, hitting random branches on the way down. My body bent around them in odd angles and I was sure that I heard something crack. Once I fell with a loud thud to the ground, my breath caught in my throat. The wind had been knocked out of me and my body was in agonizing pain.That wasn't the worst of my problems though. Who was that, that scared me off the tree? I knew they were still around, and they were probably the person I saw by the stream, the rogueI heard rustling around me, and the forest seemed to be holding its breath. I wildly looked around for any sign of the person I saw at the stream. Just as quick as before, the face appeared in front of me again. This time though, I got a better look at them. Blonde and shaggy hair fell over into coal black eyes. The face was directly in front of

Cheska’s POVI wanted to scream. I wanted to tell them it was me who they were talking about but Derik’s glare made me shut up. But I had hope to the other man who had been staring at me intensly like he was trying to remember my face. As soon as the bears left, Derik lunged at me. “Good, very good that you keep your moutj shut, Cheska otherwise Valentine would have let Vlad be killed.”I just looked at him, defeated. And again, the question lingered in me. Was Derik really going to sell me again? Was I really going to get away from Valentine?I couldn't handle it. Just earlier today I was starting to embrace my freedom, and now it had been taken away all over again. Sure, I was happy that I wouldn't have to see him again, but would a new rogue be all that better? I doubted so. Plus, I had to spend that much extra time with Derik. I shuddered, thinking off everything he could do to me. He had come so close earlier to fulfilling my worst nightmare, but thankfully Valentine’s call i

Vivian's POVVivian’s POV“Arab Alpha?”“Yes,” Cheska replied as she packed her laptop. “One of my old clients referred our shop to him.”“I see,” I said but my mind had already wandered to him. I just wish he was not him. “Yes. Apparently it’s been in the works for months.”I nodded again, still distracted.But then she added something that made my pen pause mid-stroke.“He’s sending someone to pick it up. His name is…Alpha Marzouq.”My heart had stuttered, there was a quiet hesitation in my chest.Marzouq. The name had brushed against a locked door in my memory. But I pushed it away.Arab Alphas weren’t uncommon among wealthy clients. Powerful packs traded artifacts and heirlooms across continents.It couldn’t be him. There’s a lot of Marzouq names in the continent. There were many Alphas with Arabic names.Many men wore that name, not just him. It wasn’t him. It couldn’t be.So I ignored the whisper from my fox. Fox instinct or trauma… I didn’t know.I told myself it was parano