Page 93 of Brutal Alpha Beast
Her hand twitches slightly, and in an instant, there’s a flash of silver.
She lunges forward,
Blade in hand, and with her body moving with athletic precision, she aims for my chest. My heart slams against my ribs,my adrenaline spiking as my brain tries its best to catch up with what’s going on.
But my body knows. It acts quick. I’ve barely even registered the knife as I raise my hand and catch her wrist mid-air.
She yells as I twist her hand, rendering the blade loose and tumbling to the kitchen floor with two high-pitched crashes.
I hold both her wrists as she continues to scream. Her cries are manic and animalistic as she strains against me.
“Danielle, stop!” I yell.
She’s eyeing the blade out of the corner of her eye, and I kick it away.
“Danielle, what the hell?”
She continues to push, working herself into a frenzy. She leaves me no other choice—I pin her down to the floor.
That’s when I see it. Her face begins to shift—subtly at first, as she screams, the arch of her brow slackens, her jawline softens, and then the shape of her mouth begins to morph.
I blink.
At first, I considered it might be the lighting mixed with my adrenaline-filled brain playing tricks on me.
But as I hold her down, I notice that the features I know as Danielle begin to fade. It’s like the transition from night to morning—everything is suddenly clear.
Straight brown hair, circular eyes.
“What the-” I breathe, stunned.
My blood runs cold.
It’s Monroe.
She stops straining, but she avoids my gaze, her head turned on the floor as she stares off into the corner of the room.
I need to restrain her somehow.
Using my wolfy instincts, I recall the rope I saw on the way in here. At supernatural speed, I pull her up, my hand clasped over her wrists. I grab the rope and tie it around her body, moving in circles as I tie her to a pillar.
“Let me go, wolf!” She yells as she pushes against the restraints.
“Tell me where Danielle is,” I demand. “And then we can talk about letting you go.”
She shakes her head, pushing against the rope as though she’s trying to take the kitchen pillar down.
I remember Danielle mentioned how her powers haven’t come through yet, but possessed by this energy, who knows what she’s capable of. I need her to be knocked out.
I go to the kitchen table, looking through the potions.
“Help!” She yells.
“Stop,” I bark. “You’re not in your right mind, Monroe.”
“Help!”
She strains. “Someone will come, and you’ll be hit with magic. Who do you think they’re gonna believe, huh?”
