All Chapters of The Alpha Billionaire's Secrets: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"Anything?" His voice is calm, no pressure being applied, just a simple question.Opening my eyes, I'm back in the dark car, the only light coming from the various dials and screens on the dash. I shake my head, turning my attention to the road stretching out in front of us, the white lines blurring together in the darkness.We've only been driving for around ten minutes, but it feels like hours. The entire time I've spent trying to claw back anything from the vision, because that's what it was, wasn't it? A vision. Not a dream. Logan said so himself, and some part of me, some deep, primal part that I'm only just starting to acknowledge, knows he's right.But I can't remember. The harder I try to grasp it, the more it slips away like water through my fingers. All I'm left with is the feeling. The wrongness. The terror. Twisted fear and pain. I can't put a name to it.Someone's in danger. Is that what I saw? Is something happening to them right now while I'm sitting here useless, hurtl

Sound is what I notice first.The low hum of tires on asphalt, steady and rhythmic, like a heartbeat. Then the soft murmur of a radio presenter, their voice barely audible over the engine's rumble. It takes me a moment to place where I am, my brain sluggish and confused as I force one eye open.The world tilts slightly as I sit up, rubbing at my face with both hands. My mouth tastes like sleep and something metallic, my neck stiff from the angle I'd been slumped at. I blink hard, trying to shake off the fog, and look left.Logan has his eyes fixed on the road, his hands relaxed on the wheel, his posture easy. The faint golden glow around him is barely visible in the dim light of the dashboard, but it's there, a constant reminder of what he is. What I'm surrounded by now."Anything come to you when you were asleep?" His voice is casual, as if he's asking about the weather.I shake my head, stretching my arms out in front of me until my shoulders pop. "How long was I out?""Over an hour

We both hit our seats at the same time. He's peeled onto the road before our belts are buckled, the engine roaring as he slams his foot to the floor. My hands scramble for the seatbelt, fingers shaking so badly I can barely click it into place.Logan taps his phone screen, the sound of ringing filling the truck through the speakers."Yeah," Bam's voice is clear, clipped, professional.Logan says one word before hanging up. "Emma."My stomach lurches, bile rising in my throat as we hurtle forward. I recognize landmarks, we're close to the city. Minutes away. Only minutes.I'm going to be sick. Every time I think of Emma, my stomach twists violently, threatening to empty itself. I can't recall anything specific from the vision, just the crystal-clear image of my best friend and my apartment and something wrong, so deeply, fundamentally wrong."Please, hurry," I hear myself say, rocking back and forth in my seat. My body is desperate to do something, anything, but all it can manage is th

She's finally still. Finally quiet. The trembling that wracked her body for the better part of an hour has subsided into something that looks almost like peace, though I know better than to trust it. Maci lies in my bed, her face turned toward the window where the first hints of dawn are starting to creep across the sky, painting everything in shades of grey and pale gold. Her breathing’s steady now, deep and even, the kind of sleep that comes after the body has simply given up trying to hold itself together. I've tucked the duvet around her carefully, making sure she's warm, making sure nothing can touch her while she's this vulnerable. The cool cloth I've been using to soothe the swelling around her eyes sits in a bowl of water on the night stand, her beautiful face is still faintly pink from where her tears mixed with the exhaustion written into every line of her face. Her cheeks are still blotchy, her lashes damp and clumped together, and there's a rawness to her that makes so

Bam looks up, his brow furrowing in confusion."What is it then?" he asks.Logan glances at me, then back at Bam, his voice taking on that lecturing tone he gets when he's explaining something he finds fascinating. There's a precision to it, the way he breaks things down into their component parts."A familiar," he says. "Bound to someone, probably Maci or someone in her bloodline. They can communicate through energy, act as protectors or messengers, and they're a hell of a lot smarter than any normal animal. I tried to reach out to it, and it pushed back. Gave me one word."He pauses, his eyes locking onto mine."Cain," he says.The name lands like a punch to the gut, and I feel the wolf stir, a low growl rumbling in my chest before I can stop it. Cain. Of course it's Cain. It's always Cain. My brother, the snake, the one who's been circling the council for years, waiting for his chance to strike, to take what he thinks should be his. I should have known. Should have seen it coming.