Page 3 of Alpha's Forbidden Fate

What the hell am I doing? I should go home.

Actually, I should probably go hunting for a rabbit or something to ease this craving. Then I can head home and watch a movie or something.

“There you are,” a voice startles me back to reality. I am so thirsty I can barely see straight. My senses are all muddled, it’s the only reason someone could sneak up on me like that.

“I’m sorry? Are you speaking to me?” I ask, turning around and coming face-to-face with the blonde girl from the bar.

“Yes, I’m talking to you.” There’s a bit of snark in that response. So, I give it back to her.

“What do you want? I’m in a hurry to get home.”

“Yeah, right! I know who and what you are, Selene!”

She knows my name?

How does she know my name?

I’ve worked hard to keep a low profile.

“Look, whatever it is you think I did, I can promise you that I most definitely didn’t. So, please, just go back inside.”

She lets out a low, devious chuckle. “So fucking polite. Sorry, no can do. I have been trailing you for weeks now. There is no way I am letting you leave now.”

“I don’t want any trouble,” I say as I move away from her. This really is not the night for her to be messing with me.

I reach into my leather jacket, searching for my car keys, when she takes another step towards me.

I look around. There is an unfamiliar scent in the air.

The full moon is illuminating the whole area.

“I don’t want any trouble.” I repeat. “I am heading home, and I would suggest you do the same. Whatever you think I am guilty of, I’m not. I’ve been laying low, not bothering anyone.”

I am so freaking thirsty that I can feel the veins in my body pulse with need.

The sound of the girl’s heartbeat gets stronger every passing second. Instead of backing down, she takes another step towards me.

I take a step back.

Then she lets out a low whistle, and three men I hadn’t seen before, emerge from the shadows.

I should have seen them before. Or at least smelled them.

What the fuck is going on?

“Look what we have here,” one of the tall, dark-haired males grins at me. “You were right, Mia; the spell worked.”

“Told you!”

What spell? Witches? Fuck! What exactly did I get myself into?

“Yes, Elias. I told you she was a vampire. I saw her when I went to pick up Summer from school. I have been on her trail for weeks now,” the biker chick, whose name is obviously Mia, replies.

“This ends tonight. Vampires are not welcome in this town. Not anymore. You should have never come back here,” one of the others replies.

Then, their eyes glint in a familiar way that makes me stiffen.

Wolves!

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