Todos os capítulos de The Small Whisperer: They wanted the Alpha's Omega dead : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

TOMI snapped at the woman, growling slowly as I took notice of the knife stained with blood. Blake's blood. And it took everything in me not to lunge at her the second I caught it."Here comes the witch alpha," she said, cleaning the blood on her clothes. "Move out of the way." She yelled which only made me release a warning growl, telling her not to even take a step forward."Of course you're going to protect him. That's how your father was too. Instead of just throwing him out of the pack, he made us suffer along with Luna." Her eyes burned with hatred not directed at me, but behind me."Move out of the way, Alpha," she said again and that tipped my patience level. I prowled towards her, preparing the angle to strike but paused when she turned to her side in concentration as she looked as if she was listening to someone.Only that no one was there.But then I could sense it. I could sense someone was close to her, talking and watching me but I just couldn't see the person. It was a

BLAKE I held on to my aching head as I blinked my eyes open. My mouth tasted bitter and my body hurt so much. Still, touching my head, I groaned as I tried to get up but it only made my back ache the more. I looked around, noting this wasn't my unit nor was this the hospital. But the familiar style of the walls told me it was the Alpha's house. Just not my old room. The door opened and Tom came in with a tray of food. A smile appeared on his lips as he saw me. "Guess my instinct was right. I thought you might wake up soon so I went to get some food for you." He placed down the tray on the table next to me before going to open the curtains. The day was bright again. How long have I been asleep? "Are you okay?" He asked softly, coming to sit at the bed, making me shift a little bit backwards. "Does your neck still hurt? The doctor said your healing is slow because you don't have a wolf yet." He goes to touch my neck and my hands didn't make any attempt to stop him but my body did. I

BLAKEIt's been two hours since Tom left and I was getting tired of being here, surrounded by his scent. Saint and Alpha Jackson didn't come in here. Either Tom told them not to or they were just busy.In those two hours, I took a shower and used Tom's body wash. I didn't wear the same clothes I had on because the sweat and blood would just irritate me further. So I had no other option than to pick out a cloth from Tom's wardrobe. Tom's clothes. Now I smell totally like him and I was trying all possible measures to ignore it. I couldn't, not when his scent calmed me.The sound of the door made me sit up straight on the edge of the bed, looking at the door as Tom came in. He didn't say anything for a few moments, walking towards me and staring. His eyes were in my body. Specifically his clothes. I looked away, not before I caught the way his eyes had dimmed a little. "I took a shower. Didn't have anything to wear." I said, not looking at him."It's fine, I like you in my clothes." He

TOM It was just too quiet and awkward. "Are you sure you don't mind us sharing the bed? I can take the couch if you want." I said to him, turning to look at him. He had his back to the bed as he stared at the ceiling. "It's fine," he said and with the way I could hear the loud beating of his heart I doubt it was fine. I returned my gaze back to the ceiling. The light was off but the bedside lamp gave the room a soft glow. "Can you tell me what happened to the woman? What she said and did? Tomorrow I'm going to where she's kept so I need to know everything." I said. It was quiet for a moment, as if he was trying to relieve and say the words. And after a few moments he spoke, "I think it has to do with her son. I don't know who her son is, but she believes I'm responsible for what happened to him." I slowly nodded, "did she say anything out of the ordinary? Like act strange or say something strange?" He opened his mouth to say something but closed it back. It looked like he deba

TOMI looked up when Blake came out from the bathroom. He was dressed in my clothes and his hair was still a little bit wet. He didn't look at me as he went to sit on the edge of the bed, drying his hair. There was something about seeing him in my clothes, sitting there like it was the most natural thing in the world, that made it hard for me to focus on anything else in the room."Want me to help?" I asked, closing my book."No." He replied."Why? I thought you said we're friends?" I said, standing up and walking to him."Friends don't dry each other's hair.""Yes they do." I say beside him, leaving little to no space."Do you dry Nathan's hair?"I smiled, "okay you got me there. What I meant was, special friends do dry each other's hair." I placed my hand in his, holding the towel still and waiting for him to release it. He did.I went to the back of him, both my legs at either side of his body. I then dried his hair, stylishly smelling how good it was. The scent of my own shampoo o