All Chapters of My Vow: To Kill The Alpha : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Fashback Solane stepped back from him, snapping her medical kit shut with the quiet efficiency she always had, no fuss, no unnecessary words, just done. "Perfectly fine, Luna Mireya," she said simply, and slipped out of the room. The door clicked shut behind her. Damir sat on the edge of the examination table with his shirt still open and his arms crossed and the particular expression he reserved for situations that were beneath him but somehow kept happening anyway. He looked at his mother. "Explain to me," he said slowly, "how threatening to stop breathing is a reasonable way to get someone to a check up." Mireya didn't even blink. "It worked didn't it." "That is not the point." "Then what is the point Damir." She said it the way she said most things, like the conversation was already over and she was just being polite by letting him finish. "The point is that you are a grown woman and I am an Alpha and you cannot keep..." "I wanted to confirm you can get a woma

I ran. Not toward the room, away from it. For now. There was something I needed first. One thing my crime class had drilled into me so hard it had become instinct, control the environment before you control the situation. Take away the advantages. Blind your opponent. Change the playing field before they even know the game has started. And in a building running on a single power source, the fastest way to do all three at once was the main circuit switch. Kill the power. Kill the lights. Own the dark. Nyx was already ahead of me, her senses cutting through the unfamiliar building like a blade, pulling me left down a corridor, then right, then down a short flight of stairs to a utility room that smelled like copper wiring and dust. The switch box was on the wall. I didn't hesitate. I flipped it. The whole building went dark. --- I ran back up. My eyes shifted silver, faint, just enough, the wolf vision bleeding through at the edges like a light turned down low. Th

I watched him sit up slowly. He moved like someone reassembling themselves from the inside out, each movement were considered. His eyes found me across the room and stayed there with that same unreadable expression he seemed to wear as a default setting. I didn't move. Didn't speak. Just stood with my arms crossed and waited. The banging came again. And then a voice cut through it that made everything louder without actually being the loudest thing in the corridor. Mireya. "What is happening in there?" Her voice had a particular quality to it, panic dressed up as authority, which was somehow more commanding than regular panic. "Someone tell me what is going on with my son right now..." Then Seraphine underneath it, wet and urgent.. "Alpha..Alpha please..." Damir stood up. He was steadier than I expected for someone who had been unconscious four minutes ago. He rolled his shoulders once, ran a hand through his damp hair, courtesy of me and the water bottle, which I did

Third Person POV The room was dark. Amira hadn't moved to turn on a single light. She just lay there on the sofa with one arm draped over her eyes and the kind of stillness that wasn't rest, it was something heavier than rest. Something that had been sitting on her chest since morning and showed no signs of moving. The door burst open. "Okay that pool party was absolutely.." Lena stopped. Laughed at her own sentence trailing off. Reached blindly along the wall, her hand patting the surface. "Amira." Her voice echoed in the dark. "Amira where are you? Why is this whole place dark?" Her fingers found the switch. The light came on. She saw Amira on the sofa exactly where she had left her three hours ago, same position, same silence, same energy of a person who had decided the world could wait for her. Lena exhaled slowly. Crossed her arms. Her little rubber skirt swayed as she moved further into the room, her pool party energy still radiating off her in waves tha

Zelda's POV I was deep in sleep when the banging started. My eyes snapped open. I lay there for a second staring at the ceiling. The room was still dim. Morning light barely creeping through the curtains. My brain was doing that slow foggy thing where it tried to decide if what it had just heard was real or something it had invented in a dream. Then it came again. Three heavy knocks. Deliberate. The kind that meant whoever was on the other side of that door had done this before and was completely unbothered about doing it again. I sat up. Pushed my hair out of my face. Looked at the door. Who in this pack even knows which room I'm in, I thought. I crossed the room slowly. Stopped at the door. Put my hand on the handle and held it there for a second before I pushed it open. The man standing in the corridor was large. Built like something that had been assembled specifically for the purpose of making people reconsider their choices. A scar ran from his left eyebrow down to hi