Filed to story: The Alphas Contract Novel by Taylor West >>
The happiness the silence created, disappears into a black hole. There is nothing. No rustling of him cleaning up blood. No movements. No damn heartbeat that I had becso familiar with.
“Jenson?!” I push the door open. The chair that Mallory had been tied too was on its back on the floor. The ropes that had bound her legs to the chair had been sliced open. Several sprays of blood splattered across the floor and up the walls.
He had helped her. Why? What had she said to him? Did she know something that I didn’t? ‘Jenson.’ I call out to him through our link and I’m met with an emptiness. The fucker was blocking me.
Following their scents out and in front of the house, I didn’t care about my body only being wrapped in a towel. I see that the red rust bucket that she called a car is gone and that is where the scents end.
My mate had abandoned me. No one fucking abandons me! My body trembles as rage rips through me. A rage that I hadn’t felt in years. A rage that bringsto my knees. Angry tears flow down my cheeks. Why would he do this to me? I let him claim me. I let him worm his way into my life until I felt comfortable with him. I gave him everything! I will fucking kill him. My bones start to crack.
Shit, no, no, no, this cannot be happening.
I couldn’t stop it. I never could.
Shooting pain rips through my spine, makingcry out as it spreads out along my rib cage and towards my limbs. The towel falls from my body lengthens and my skin starts to blacken as claws appear at the ends of my changing hands and feet. The dark cloud drops on my brain as I rise to my feet, like it had been waiting for this very moment. The life I had been living disappears, fading into a long lost memory.
Staring in the direction of Dane’s pack. A growl rumbles from deep inside of me. No one gets to screwover.
There’s a gasp behind me, followed by the clicking of a phone. Turning glare at my head over my shoulderking a tiny a plump older worhan dog. The dog yaps, lunging atas the woman quickly scoops it up, backing away from my monstrous frwhile beggingnot to hurt her. She wasn’t my target.
I gesture with my head for her to run.
She’s quick, spinning around in her flat shoes and half runs, half wobbles uག8) as she tears down the path. She doesn’t look back, but I still watch her disappear out of sight. My stomach ravenous at the thought of her juicy flesh.
Sliding my tongue along my teeth, I refocus on the direction of Black Shadow and start running.
Cars stop as I speed past. I should hide, but maybe it’s tall humans learned about the monsters of the world. There are flashes from phones and screams ripple through the night air. I should care. Knowledge ofwould mean knowledge of others and that would give her even more power.
My heart pounds as I run. Refusing to slow or stop for anything. I feel something that killing Rogues and other assholes never gives me. A sense of freedom with a desire that is buried deep within my core. A hunger too. A hunger that I hadn’t felt in so long.
The abandoned red car is the only thing that stops me. It’s miles away from Black Shadow.
The doors hang open, one swings as though it’s no longer attached properly. A flat tyre makes the vehicle drop on one side. As I creep closer I see the front end has smoke seeping out from under the bonnet. A massive dent like they had slammed into something.
The smell of blood hasdrooling. I am so damn hungry.
It takesless than a second to locate the blood and even less tto locate the source. They had hit a deer and I could no longer resist the need to eat.
My teeth tear at the flesh as I bury my snout in it. It rips apart so easily, sliding down my throat so perfectly and the blood. Oh, the blood. I could bathe in it.
“Are you done?” My eyes snap up as I tear another strip of meat from the bones. Damien is standing there, his arms folded across his wide chest as he watches me. Mallory hovers just behind, yet my mate was nowhere to be seen. Where the fuck was he? Reaching my full height, Damien continues to stare at me. He doesn’t flinch like the humans did or run screaming. He stares, completely unafraid. And why should he be? After all, he was just like me.
To the left, I see another set of eyes, peering out from the dark cover of the trees. To the right, there are more and by the smell of it, there were even more behind me. I still couldn’t smell my mate. Yet I knew he wasn’t dead. The bastard had well and truly screwedover and I will gladly stick a knife through his heart for the betrayal.
“I asked you a question!” He snaps at me. A deep gargled laugh rumbles through me. Why did they always think they could win? I win. I always win.
My stomach rumbles with the need to eat. The deer had been delicious but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.
“He’s alive,” Mallory mutters. My eyes snap to her. “I had to knock him out, but he’s alive.” Her eyes move to Damien, “Probably not for much longer.” I had been wrong, he hadn’t abandoned me, she had somehow got the upper hand.
“I will kill you.” I seethe. My eyes locked on her. I bet she tasted good. I would drain her dry and drink her blood just like she is another fine wine.
Though I didn’t stand a chance right now. There are too many. My twill cand I willp them apart, their devouring will their flesh and finally take what should have been mine all those years ago. I step back, keeping my eyes on the ones I could see. Letting my ears and nose figure out where the others are. I needed to get out untouched.
There’s a gap, and I’m quick. My large frslipped through before they had a chance to get me.
Damien calls out to letgo. Not words I was expecting from another Rogue, which only toldthat he had something much more sinister planned.
Neah Since Damien and Dane had gone after Mallory, I had been pacing in front of the house, waiting for snews, any kind of news. Damien had been livid when I told him Mallory needed help.
Thankfully the twins were fast asleep when Dane appeared, dragging an unconscious Jenson across the ground. But other than that, they are alone which only ties my stomach up in more knots.
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