Page 20 of Her Destined Alpha
I’ll grab my stash of cash, and then I’m leaving this place.
I reached home breathless. I put the key in the door, pausing. Why was it unlocked? My heart was thudding in my chest as I pushed the door open, flipping the light switch on only to freeze and scan the room. Nothing looked out of place… almost. On a second look, I could see things had been moved. My heart was pounding as I scurried to the bed, pushing it away from the wall and falling to my knees.
“Please be there…”
With my luck… what if? Panic filled me, and I quickly pried the loose board up. My stomach plummeted. Where there should have been a pouch of money, there was a simple square of paper.
IF YOU WANT YOUR MONEY BACK, DOLL, YOU KNOW WHERE TO FIND ME – H
Why? I placed my head in my hands, twisting my fingers into my hair. Despair and disappointment filled me. Why me?
Her Memory
Rayhan
Ilet him fall to the floor, almost unconscious, with blood dripping from his nose and a busted lip. Fuck, I wanted to kill him. I kicked him hard in his stomach. I stepped back.
My mate had a fucked-up life, and it was destroying me. Wasn’t this sleazebag meant to be her damn boss? What a shit-face. From the moment the prick called her to his office, I knew something was up. I had followed and listened to the conversation, but she had handled it well.
The others had said I needed to leave. Although they had witnessed everything, they didn’t question it, and I was grateful for that. I knew I’d have to be more open about it, but it wasn’t the time. I had stayed behind to keep a watch on her from across the street as she worked.
I crouched down, grabbing the fuck-face by his collar. He was already out of it, but I slammed him against the car.
“Touch my girl again, and I swear I will kill you.”
I didn’t care if he heard or not; the bastard had been warned. I stood up and walked away. I knew she had probably run home, and, although she probably didn’t want to see me… I needed to see her.
The door to her place was open, and I was about to knock, only to see she had moved the bed and was sitting behind it, her head in her hands. I stepped inside, the floor creaking under my feet.
She didn’t move as I walked over to her. I was about to speak when I saw the note that lay on top of the lifted floorboard. I read it, irritation filling me at the message.
‘H’. She had called the dirt-bag Horace, right?
Although I wanted to pull her into my arms and tell her I was there for her, I knew it was not what shewould want. So I walked out without a word, shutting the door behind me. I was going to get her savings back.
Had he really stooped so low to try to blackmail her with her own damn money? I walked back to where I had left him on that side road several minutes earlier. It seemed like he had regained consciousness. He was trying to make a call, his broken arm not doing much to help him.
“Where’s her money?” I growled. He squeaked, dropping his phone as he clambered back against the car. Fear rolled off him in waves.
“I-in the dashboard!” He trembled, flinching when I raised my fist. I smashed it through the car window, making him cry out even more. “It was unlocked! W-why...” He gulped when I glared at him and took out the pouch that held her scent.
“Interest,” I growled. Bending down, I searched his pocket and took out his wallet.
He only watched, terrified. I took out any cash he had and walked off, slipping it into her pale pink pouch.Now to get back to her. But before that, I needed to make a quick stop.
Twenty minutes later, I knocked on her door, her pouch tucked into my jacket as I held two cups of coffee. Rain was pouring down, and I was getting soaked.
She didn’t open the door, so I knocked again. I tried the door handle, but it was locked.
“Delsanra! I know you’re in there. Open up, please.” No reply. “Come on, Kitten, I’m getting drenched out here.”
“No one told you to come here,” answered her clipped reply. Damn, she was brutal.
“I’ve brought coffee?” I offered, using my most suggestive voice. None of my charms worked on the woman. I looked at the rain that was pouring down. Maybe I needed to give her space.
“Okay fine, I’ll leave the coffee and your pouch right here on the doorstep. Just pick it up, okay?”
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