Page 46 of Alpha's Forbidden Fate

The bartender who is usually here is absent, and I am shocked when I see a photo of him pinned to the wall talking about his memorial.

It is so sad that he passed away.

Memories of that first night I was here and how I had a daydream of feeding on him come back. So much has changed since then.

I cradle the glass of whisky that the new bartender has poured me.

The bar is not as crowded as it was that night. There are about thirty people in here, some playing pool and others dancing.

I take a sip of my drink.

Unfortunately, there is no sign of Liam.

I am halfway through my drink when, above the deejay’s music, I hear a different sound outside—the sound of approaching motorcycles.

I freeze, hoping they are just making their way to the highway. Since that first night with Mia, I have been extra jittery whenever I hear a motorcycle speeding by.

But the bikes don’t pass. I hear their engines cut as they pack outside the bar.

I pick up my glass and drain the rest of my drink. Since Liam is not here, and tomorrow is a school day, there is no need for me to stick around.

And if it is Mia’s pack on those motorcycles, I don’t want to be on the receiving end of their wrath.

I try to flag down the bartender so I can pay my bill, but she is too busy flirting with an older guy at the end of the bar.

Fuck me!

I can feel the change in the air the moment they walk in.

I was right. It’s Mia’s pack.

I stiffen, wondering if they will see me, but instead, they head to the pool table at the corner of the bar.

I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding. They don’t seem to have noticed me, but I’m not gonna push my luck.

I have to leave. I know exactly how a confrontation with them would go.

Then, one of the wolves approaches the bar. I recognize him from that night. His blonde hair is tied up in a bun, and his beard is a little scruffier now, but it’s definitely him.

Elias.

The same guy I hit in the throat the night of the fight.

He waves at the bartender, who immediately walks up to serve him. I tune my ears, trying to catch what they are saying.

“Sweetheart, how about three beers for me and my brothers,” he says.

“Of course, Elias. Coming right up!”

Yep! I was right.

His eyes sweep over the bar before landing on me. I can feel him.

He clears his throat and then looks away, picking up the cold beers that have been placed on the counter.

Okay? So maybe he has no idea who I am. Maybe he forgot? Maybe he has a twin?

I try flagging down the bartender once again, and this time, she struts over to where I am seated.

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