Page 41 of Alpha's Forbidden Fate

He runs his hand through his hair, making it stand in all directions. I feel something tighten in my core that has nothing to do with fear.

Why the fuck does he have this effect on me?

“Just tell me, why kill them?”

I shake my head, confusion clouding my thoughts. “I haven’t killed anyone,” I protest, my voice trembling slightly.

He scoffs, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Just robbing hospitals, then?” he retorts.

Heat rises to my cheeks, embarrassment mingling with frustration. Steeling myself, I meet his gaze head-on and shoot back. “Would you prefer it if I fed directly from the source?”

His eyes darken, and his veins pulse in his neck. I feel a pang of hunger deep in my gut. He smells divine, and the need I felt the first time I saw him triples in intensity. It’s overwhelming, and I struggle to keep my composure as I fight against the urge to lunge at him.

“I’m not a murderer, Liam,” I insist, my voice barely above a whisper now. “I don’t know what you think you know, but I’m not responsible for any deaths.”

“Holt and that woman who was just in town visiting. Why would you kill them? Was it an issue with self-control? You could have just fed and left them. Why did you kill them?”

“I have no fucking idea what you are talking about, Liam. I have not killed anyone.”

I just stood by and watched Katya do it.

But that was clearly a nurse from the hospital. Who are these people he is talking about? I have not even seen Katya or Thomas since that night, but it seems they have been keeping busy.

But I can’t sell my kind out, not to a wolf!

He narrows his eyes at me, suspicion evident in his gaze. “Then what were you doing just now? With Grayson?” he demands, his tone softer now but no less accusing.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “Like he said, I was tutoring him.”

He studies me for a moment, his expression unreadable. “Tutoring?” he repeats, obviously skeptical.

I nod, feeling a sense of vulnerability wash over me. “He asked for my help with his studies. I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

He looks me up and down in a way that makes me feel naked and exposed. “I don’t believe you.”

“I’m shocked,” I say sarcastically.

“Is this your new feeding ground? Huh? Easier targets? Is that why you took a job here? You know I could easily have the sheriff talk to the principal and check for student’s attendance, over the time you’ve worked here. You better wish there are no gaps in class attendance. If any student had to miss school because they were hurt, trust me, I will find out.”

I stare at Liam, trying to process his accusations. “What are you trying to say?” The tension between us is thick, like a heavy fog enveloping the room. “I would never hurt one of my students,” I insist.

He shakes his head, his expression hardened. “Okay. What about the werewolf you killed that night?” he retorts, his voice laced with accusation. “How do you explain that?”

I swallow hard, feeling a knot form in the pit of my stomach. “I didn’t kill her,” I protest, my voice barely above a whisper now. “She attacked me, and I defended myself.”

Liam’s eyes narrow. “That’s convenient,” he mutters skeptically.

I clench my fists, feeling the anger bubbling up inside me. “You have no right to accuse me of something I didn’t do,” I snap, my voice rising in frustration.

He takes a step towards me, his eyes blazing. “Your kind is brutal, Selene,” he says, low and menacing. “I’ve seen it firsthand.”

I meet his gaze defiantly, refusing to back down. “And what about your kind?” I retort, my voice filled with bitterness. “How many vampires have you killed?”

Liam’s eyes flicker with something akin to pain, and for a moment, I see a flash of vulnerability in his gaze. But then it’s gone, replaced by a steely determination.

“I won’t let you hurt anyone else,” he says, his voice firm and unwavering.

I swallow hard, feeling a sense of frustration wash over me. “I’m not the one you need to worry about,” I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper now.

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