Page 96 of Alpha's Forbidden Fate

Does he think about that night?

Does it even matter to him?

He made his stance very clear when he ran out the next morning and has ghosted me ever since.

Maybe this is a mistake, I think, before remembering Blake’s veiled threat.

I have to do this!

I take a deep breath, and after a moment of hesitation, I get out of the car and walk across the street to his apartment. It might all be in vain, but I apply a quick swipe of lipstick and pop a mint into my mouth.

There is no need to remind him about my blood habit.

I take a deep breath.

Then another.

Then, shaking, I walk up to Liam’s door.

There’s very loud music playing inside when I knock, but no one answers. I wait nervously, the seconds ticking by agonizingly slow.

Finally, I hear the door click open, but no one comes out.

“Hello?” I knock on the door, which swings open.

I take a deep breath before stepping inside.

The apartment is dimly lit, and I can’t see anyone at first. Then, out of nowhere, a teenage boy lunges at me, attacking me with surprising ferocity.

I try to shove him away, but he’s wielding a frying pan and manages to hit my hand with it. My heart races as I realize he smells like a wolf.

What in the fucking hell is going on?

Was Grayson lying? Who is this angry boy?

Just then, Liam comes running in, his hair still wet from the shower and a towel draped around his waist.

Despite my imminent danger, I swallow at the amount of skin on display.

Fuck he is hot!

He sees the commotion and rushes to pull the boy away from me. “Emmett, what the hell?”

“What is going on?” I scream, and the boy smacks my hand again as I try to block his attack.

“Stop it,” Liam screams, lifting Emmett and walking away with him.

Emmett trembles with rage, his eyes wild as he glares at me. “You can’t take me!” he shouts in a voice filled with fear and defiance.

I’m at a loss. Liam looks just as bewildered as I feel, his brow furrowed in concern.

“Emmett, calm down,” Liam says, his voice firm but gentle. “Selene’s not here to hurt you.”

Emmett’s shoulders sag, and he takes a step back, his anger giving way to fear and uncertainty.

I can see the turmoil in his eyes, the pain and confusion of a boy who’s been through more than he should have at his age.

I lift my hands to show him that I am not here to hurt him despite the throbbing pain in my hand.

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