Page 10 of Alpha's Forbidden Fate

It’s that split second of his distraction that saves my life.

His eyes are focused on the bar’s exit, and I take the opportunity to bolt.

I can hear him muttering curses behind me, and for a couple of seconds, I am actually afraid that he’ll come after me.

Thankfully, he doesn’t.

I reach my car and, with shaky hands, fiddle with my car keys.

There are several people getting into their cars, too, but they seem pretty wasted and too involved in their own businesses to notice the woman covered in blood.

My whole body aches as I open the car door, fingers fumbling with the keys.

Something about him unnerves me.

I can’t believe I came so close to becoming a victim… twice.

Even from here, I can feel his eyes burning holes into me.

C’mon Selene. Go, go, go.

The engine sputters to life as I grip the steering wheel with trembling hands.

Mia’s blood, warm and sticky, clings to my skin. I glance in the rearview mirror, and my eyes meet with the reflection of a girl I hardly recognize.

The neon lights from the club flicker, casting an eerie glow on the scene unfolding before me.

The crowd continues to spill out, laughter and chatter blending with the distant thump of bass.

And there he is, that man, lifting Mia’s lifeless wolf body, like a sack of potatoes.

My stomach churns, and I can’t tear my eyes away.

The blood’s metallic scent lingers in the air, mixing with the adrenaline that’s still coursing through my veins. I wipe my hands on my jeans, but the red stains only smear. I can’t erase the pictures in my mind of the fight, the pipe, the blood, and Mia’s lifeless eyes.

I killed someone.

I press down on the gas pedal, the car jerking forward. The city lights are hazy as tears blur my vision. I never thought I’d find myself in a situation like this. My breaths are shallow, and my knuckles turn white as I grip the steering wheel.

Although it was in self-defense, I can’t escape the guilt.

I pull up at a red light, and my gaze drifts back to the club behind me. The crowd is thinning, and I see that the man has disappeared into the shadows with Mia.

The radio hums softly, a distant background noise to my chaotic thoughts. Now, there’s the image of Mia’s lifeless form being carried away. What does that man want with her?

Why did she attack me?

Panic sets in, and I slam my foot on the gas pedal when the light turns green. I’ve got to get out of these clothes. I need to get home, clean up, and figure out what the hell to do next.

The silence in the car is deafening, broken only by the rhythmic thud of my heart. I can’t believe I killed someone. The rational part of me says I had no choice, but the regret and fear of the consequences claw at my conscience. She was the vampire’s nemesis—a werewolf—and she would have killed me, but still, she died at my hands.

I left home to avoid situations like this!

The city lights start to fade as I approach my apartment building. I park the car haphazardly, not bothering with finesse. Every nerve in my body is on edge, and I need to get inside, away from any prying eyes.

I stumble up the stairs to my apartment. As I step into the dimly lit space, the familiar scent of home offers no comfort tonight.

I head straight to the bathroom, stripping off my blood-soaked clothes.

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