Page 74 of Forsaken Desire
The hair on the back of my neck rose. Somethingwasoff. I plucked my phone from the counter.
Was that you pulling up?
I stared at the screen for a few beats, hoping the little bubbles would pop up to show he was messaging me. He was always quick to contact me whenever I reached out to him.
I chewed on my lip.
Footsteps thudded down the hall, nearing. I had such a bad feeling about this. I grabbed the butter knife, clenching it in my hand.
“Who’s there?”
Nothing.
Whoever it was finally stepped out. The first thing I saw was a black hoodie covering a slim frame.
“Cierra.” I frowned.
“Josephine,” she drawled.
I clenched my teeth. She shouldn’t be here.
“The Alpha isn’t here,” I said icily. Her face started to blur. I blinked to clear my vision.
“I know.”
My shoulder muscles tightened. Fuck. I squeezed the knife harder, but my fingers were starting to feel numb. It took a lot more effort than before to lift my phone. She slowly approached me. No smile, no smugness, but her chin was up. She plucked the phone from my hand with ease, and I struggled to grab it again.
“He won’t come in time,” she murmured and turned off the phone, setting it on the table.
The kitchen spun, and I staggered back, pushing my hip into the table. I slapped the butter knife on the surface, having to so I could balance myself.
While I blinked and struggled to shake off the cloudiness of my thoughts, she just stared at the spread of food.
“He made you breakfast.” She squeezed her lips into a thin line, staring at the prepared food.
I panted and my arm gave out until my cheek was flush to the table. My legs still worked, but my hands wouldn’t hold me up. I stared at her from my vantage point. She shoved the ceramic plate off the table, and it hit the floor. “And you’re wearing his clothes.”
She leaned close.
“Did he fuck you raw, too?”
Bruises and cuts lined her face from the challenge. She’d been close to dead. I shouldn’t have stopped it.
“What do you want?” I croaked.
“My life back,” she hissed.
She’s going to kill me.
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Itapped my fingertips on the surface of my desk, staring across at my father and Erik. He’d become silent.
Erik’s hand trembled. The move was slight and brief, but I caught it.
I leaned back in my chair, the creak louder than necessary.
Erik was cursed with not having an heir—specifically an Alpha. In these circles, that meant more than anything else.
