If You Knew Him Novels & Stories

Two features that don’t even look good on her. Of course, I knew he knew that this had something to do with her. He always knows these things. Maybe I was really better without a Beta after all.

She had gotten to know him and knew that if he wanted to reveal something to her, he would have done it long ago. She would have waited, she had become so good at it, hadn't she?

"I don't know." He smiled. "Didn't you text him?" I almost dropped my fork. "How do you know?" "Lucky guess." He set a piece of meat on my plate. "I know you. Of course you did."

To ask him if it was true. But I didn't. Because I already knew the answer.

I knew that’s what he wanted to do. “I don’t need to.” “You believe me?” “I believe him. He knows as much about you as I do.”

He was hard. Did that mean that he liked me too? Did he feel what I felt? Fuck, if I had known how deep I would fall the moment I felt him, I would have avoided it.

“Either you are really dumb, or you are an excellent actor. So answer the damn question.” “I honestly have no idea. You have always confused me with your behaviour. You can be a quiet, broken girl one minute and an outgoing, eccentric person the next. I have no idea who you truly are. Every single day, I find out something new about you. I don't know your story. What has shaped you into the person you are today? But one thing I do know is that I was completely mistaken about you. I should have known better than to make assumptions about you. I should have been more open with you, especially after everything you have been through.”

“You’re the one who wanted me to stay in the first place, right?” I turned to the side. “I’m just sick of not knowing things when, clearly, I should know about them.” “You already know about the car crash I was in, don’t you?” I asked, shifting a bit to look him in the eyes. “It’s impossible not to know about it,” he replied. “Although I didn’t know who you were, I knew about the crash. Everyone thought you died.” Then he leaned closer, inspecting my features, probably trying to see through me. “No one would have been able to survive that crash.”

He did look like someone I know in both physical and morphological appearance, though. Do I know him? Or did I see him from somewhere? I scratched my brain for the answer. I did not know either. Yet if I had known him or had seen him from somewhere, shouldn't I be recognising him the very first time after seeing him? Of course I would have. No. I don't recognise him. I was certain.

“Do you know him?” “Kane? No. But then, I don't really know most of these Alphas, not well at least. Why? Did something happen?” he asks as we begin walking towards my room. “He knew my name,” I answer. “Babe, I am pretty sure everyone knows who you are. Your name has gone round.” “Yes, but he knew me. We hadn't been introduced, we hadn't even met before now, but he knew who I was. How?” The question causes him to pause before looking at me.