Page 98 of The Alpha Under My Bed

I curled my fingers around it, my grip tightening until blood leaked through my knuckles.

Then, without another glance at Genevieve, I reached up, snapped her neck, and let her crumple at my feet.

I turned toward the door, blood still dripping from my hands.

Because now?

Now, I was going to get my fucking mate back.

Twenty-Four

MALCOLM

Blood dripped from my fingers.Sticky. Warm. Thick.

Julian’s scent still clung to my skin, but it was faint now. Fading. Dying. Just like the rest of them. My heart wasn’t racing. My breath wasn’t uneven. I stood in a room full of corpses, and I felt nothing.

Because I wasn’t done yet.

I flexed my hand, feeling the slick weight of Genevieve’s severed bite mark where I clutched it between my fingers. It was soft. Still fresh. Still hers.

Not anymore.

I exhaled through my nose, flicking the blood from my fingertips as I stepped over Julian’s body. His head lolled to the side, mouth still open—a grotesque mockery of whatever last, desperate plea he had been about to make. I didn’t care. None of them mattered. Not anymore.

Ellie.

She was the only thing that mattered.

And I had wasted too much fucking time.

I grabbed my phone, ignoring the blood smeared across the screen as I pulled up the last number I had called. The second it rang, it picked up.

A sharp inhale. “Mal?”

“Location.” My voice was flat. Controlled. Dangerous.

A pause. Then, the rustling of paper. “We got it. A warehouse, south of Oakhaven. Unregistered. Private lease.” A beat. “Mal, whatever you’re thinking?—”

I ended the call.

I already knew how this was going to end.

I didn’t take my car.

Too slow. Too limiting.

I took my bike.

The engine roared to life beneath me, the sound vibrating through my bones as I tore through the streets. The city blurred past me, lights streaking against the night, but I wasn’t paying attention. I didn’t need to. My body moved on instinct, every nerve screaming for her.

Ellie.

She wasn’t far. I could feel it.

The bond was still thin. Still weak. Still alive.

But she was afraid.

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