Semua Bab Alpha's Obsession With His Pet: Bab 41 - Bab 50

(Angelique)Tova lets herself in with a bottle of wine in one hand and a bag of the orange puffs Zack isn't usually allowed in the other."Tova!" Zack's off the floor like he's spring-loaded."Hey buddy." She tosses him the bag. "Don't tell your mother.""I’m right here," I say dryly."Don't be a spoilsport, then."I should take the puffs away.I don't.Some days you let the kid have the orange dust and the felony, because the other choice is being the only bright spot he’s got and somehow ruining that too.Tova drops onto my bed like she pays rent on it and twists the cap off the wine.Then she goes still.Sniffs.Her eyebrows climb her forehead."Angelique Pruitt.""Don't.""You smell like him. Again.""Tova-""Like him him. Like you've been somewhere you'd have to go to confession about if we had that. You hussy."She fans herself."And here I thought he was meant to be rejecting you. Worst rejection I've ever smelled.""It's complicated.""It's always complicated with you. That's

(Angelique)The hallway's full of Myr wolves again.I should've smelled them sooner, but I'm too busy thinking about last night.About Rene’s words and how they nearly broke me in a way that none of his cruelty has managed to.I’m carrying Zack's lunch tray, trying to ignore how insufferably smug my wolf’s been since Rene told me I was safe with him.He’ll protect us. Tell him.Telling him is the last thing I should do.I nearly walk into them before I fully register their presence.Three of them.Strangers, all broad shoulders and unfamiliar scent, blocking the corridor like they grew there."Excuse me."I keep my voice light. Try to angle around them.The tallest one steps into the gap before I can pass."Angelique Pruitt."He says my name like it tastes bad."The dead girl.""I'm not in the mood. Please just let me past.""Nobody asked what mood you're in."A female steps up beside him, sharp-faced, arms crossed."What a selfish bitch. You let your whole pack mourn you. Your stepmo

(Tova)Four. Well on his way to five.I keep landing on it.Zack's age and when Angelique ran.I've turned the numbers over so many times it's gone smooth as a river stone, no edges left to catch on.I told her I’d let it go, but I can’t.She loved him like crazy. Why the hell did she leave?So this morning I'm doing something useful with the itch instead of just scratching at it in my own head.I'm following Maliyah's voice down a hallway like I’m on my way to somewhere else.She's at the far end with Brynn, heads close, the kind of close that screams we’re conspiring.They’re not too far from an open window, so I duck outside and plant myself against the wall nearby, pretending to type on my phone.Everyone knows people who are busy on their phones have no awareness of what’s going on around them.It’s a well-established fact."...and you're certain she’s been getting the full dose every day?" Maliyah's asking in a low whisper."Yeah. I’m putting it in her morning coffee," Brynn say

(Rene)"Get out of my house. The next time I catch you in here, I’m killing you."The Warden may have told me not to, but he also told Parker to stay the fuck away from what’s mine.If he doesn’t have to play by the rules, neither do I.Parker doesn't move fast enough for my liking, but he does move."I wasn't touching her.""You were close enough to. That's the part that's going to get your throat torn out if you don't start walking."He looks at Angelique once, some message passing between them I'm not invited to, then he goes, unhurried, like leaving was his idea and not mine.I wait until his scent's off the stairs before I look at her.She's already bracing.Good instinct."My room.""Rene-""Now."She does as she’s told, the way she always does, no matter how much her mouth argues on the way there.I shut the door behind us and the quiet in here is worse than the hallway was, because there's nothing left to be angry at except her."What was he telling you?""Nothing you don't al

(Angelique)I'm still on his bed when he comes back.Hours, it feels like.Long enough that the ache between my legs went from sharp to a dull, furious throb.Long enough I gave up waiting and curled on my side facing the door like a dog that hasn't learned better.He stops in the doorway and looks at me still sitting exactly where he left me.Still naked.Something moves through his face too fast for me to name it."My father’s fine," he says."Stress. Indigestion. Nothing the doctor couldn't fix with a pill and a stern lecture.""Good," I say, and mean it, because whatever else Victor is, watching Rene's face when Cole said your father was its own kind of ugly.There’s no need for him to know what his father really is.He doesn't move from the door.I can feel him deciding something, the air gone thick with it, the bond pulling tight between us."Get up."I do.Slowly, because my body's still wrecked from earlier.Every nerve still raw and waiting, and the look on his face when he w