Clipped Season 2 Novels & Stories

“No more hiding, Claire.” Her voice came out hoarse. “What do you want from me?” I smiled, slow and cold. “Nothing. Not anymore. I just wanted to see your face when you realized I won at last ” Outside, sirens began to wail. Claire heard them too. Her eyes widened. I sat back in my chair, folding my arms “Show’s over.” Claire’s eyes darted toward the entrance as the red and blue lights bled through the blinds. Her chair screeched backward.

Alpha Ruben had yet to divorce his wife and no longer took her calls. This was not how she had envisioned everything to be. Leaving Mark was supposed to be her breakthrough, not the other way around. She was to live a lavish and carefree life, but now that dream felt like the stars—too hard to reach. So much had happened over the week, but nothing was as depressing as finding the man with her sex clip. With every new lead came the same problem. They were all afraid to offend the mysterious man; he was too powerful, and Clair only feared the worst. Through all this, Kathleen had been by her side, helping when she could and offering advice when needed.

Hours after the last attack. The video continues. It cuts to the kitchen. I appear, barefoot, pouring water. Then it cuts to the second-floor hallway. Harvey is leaning against the wall outside Claire’s room, arms crossed, standing guard. Another cut. Now it’s me and Declan in the master bedroom, lying in bed. I’m on my side, face buried in his chest. His arm is wrapped around me. The video lasts almost four minutes. No one speaks. Just images. But the message is clear: