Page 50 of Alpha's Forbidden Fate

“Are you okay?” he asks, his eyes searching mine for any sign of distress. I nod, swallowing hard to push down the fear threatening to overwhelm me.

“Yeah,” I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?”

I nod.

I like this tender version of him.

But then, everything changes. Liam’s demeanor shifts, his eyes turning cold and distant as he withdraws his hand.

“Why did you save me?” I blurt out, the question tumbling from my lips before I can stop it. Liam’s gaze flickers, a momentary flash of vulnerability before it’s replaced by a steely resolve.

“I won’t save you again,” he says, his voice firm and unwavering. My heart sinks at his words, confusion and hurt warring within me.

“What?”

“You heard me. What were you even doing in the bar? I thought you said you were innocent or were you just hunting for more victims?”

His accusation feels like a slap in the face. No matter how many times I tell him I am innocent, he continues to view me as a monster.

I scramble to my feet, my hands shaking as I reach for my bag. “Fine, you fucking asshole. I’ll leave.”

As I walk away, I can feel Liam’s gaze burning into my back. I can’t believe how quickly everything unraveled, and how the night took such a drastic turn.

I storm out of that alley, not caring if I bump into those wolves again. My mind’s a mess and I just need to get out of there.

I head back to the parking lot to get my car. The drive home is a blur, and when I finally get back, I’m fuming. I throw my purse against the wall, screaming out all my frustration.

In the bedroom, I grab a blood bag, desperate to quench this thirst, but as soon as the metallic taste hits my tongue, I gag. It’s awful, worse than I’ve ever tasted before. Panic starts to creep in—what if feeding on wolf blood has messed with me somehow? Why would those wolves keep something like that a secret, anyway?

And why would Liam tell me?

He is so confusing to me, it’s infuriating!

He must know that the wolves are keeping the cure a secret out of self-preservation, but then he told me?

Without fear that I could betray him?

Does he actually care in some twisted way?

Aargh! I collapse onto the bed, feeling drained and defeated.

Just then, I hear Annie come in. I force myself to stay still, pretending to be asleep. I can’t risk hurting her, not now. I’m too wound up, too stressed out to deal with humans right now.

My mind races with questions and doubts.

Why the fuck did Liam save me?

And then, why did he turn so cold, so quickly?

I can’t make sense of any of it. The events of tonight replay in my mind like a broken record, each moment more confusing than the last.

As Annie settles in, I try to push the thoughts away, but they’re like stubborn weeds, refusing to be ignored. I toss and turn, unable to find any peace in sleep.

The night feels endless, filled with restless thoughts and unspoken fears.

How am I supposed to function like this now?

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