Page 174 of Rejected By the Alpha King

It turned blue.

“Blue is not a good color, Michael. Anyway, this really isn’t all that necessary, considering you confessed way more on camera. Killing those women. Setting up my husband. Trying to kidnap me. You’re a little lonely, aren’t you Michael? Just love to chat.”

I found the little bag that Kenzi had brought with her. I placed the open water bottle in a travel cup and placed the travel cup in a large Ziploc bag.

“I…wolves…”

Amelia nudged against him, and he screamed. I turned my head. “Wolves? Don’t be ridiculous. These are my dogs. I realize we didn’t pay a pet deposit. I’ll rectify that. I wouldn’t go anywhere, Michael. They don’t like rapists.” Holding up the button camera, I recorded myself opening the cabinet and turned on the film feed. “Tsk, tsk, Michael. How long have you been raping girls? How long has your brother been covering for you?”

“Um…”

“You don’t have to answer that. I’m pretty sure you’ll just claim it was all under duress. That’s alright. Today, I got the detective’s email, and I’m just going to email all this footage to him.” I really wasn’t that great with technology, and a few times, Kenzi grunted at me, annoyed.

Patience was not her virtue.

“All set. Now we just need to get you all ready for the detective.” I pulled some rope and chains out of my pack and looked at him. “I’ve seen some of those videos. You’re into this, right?”

As much as we all wanted to torture Michael, Jax wanted to play by the rules, so by the time I had him tied up with a note pinned to his shirt, there wasn’t a single scratch or bite mark on him.

I did a quick search for cameras but found nothing. That didn’t surprise me since Michael was doing some pretty unsavory shit in there.

I collected Kenzi and Amelia’s clothes, and they shifted outside of Michael’s sight. I handed all the evidence to Amelia who grinned. “This whole thing sucks, but that was kind of fun.”

“All right. Make sure to get that to the detective. Not to that asshole brother. Saul will watch the office to make sure that our lovely little trussed-up chicken doesn’t escape.

Kenzi headed for the room, but I heard the smallest whisper.

My name.

It was magic. I froze in my steps and turned. A glow emanated from the back corner of the parking lot. “Kenzi.”

“What?” She turned around. “What’s wrong?”

“You don’t hear that?” I sniffed the air. “Or smell that?”

“No.” Her eyes narrowed. “But I do see that? What is it?”

“Emerson’s witch. She’s calling my name.” Magically. Even though it was a voice, her magic continued to brush up against me, penetrating before I could dissipate it.

Scary.

“What are you doing? We’re not going over there! Goddammit, Anna!” With a hiss, she joined me. “Have you lost your mind?”

“She’s here alone. I want to know what she has to say.”

We approached her, and she doused the light glowing above her head. Instantly, I felt the magic weaken around me. Whatever that light was, she used it to reach me. I had questions.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to bring you a warning.” Glancing past me, her eyes grew a milky white as she stared at the office. “Although I see you’re well on your way to releasing your mate. You are not a force to be taken lightly, are you?”

“What’s the warning?”

“Emerson and four of his guards are on their way to blow up the police station. It may kill your mate, it may not, but it will certainly wound him.”

“Get the others,” I hissed to Kenzi. “Now.”

Goddammit, I knew that Emerson wasn’t just going to leave well enough alone. “Why would you tell us this?”

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