Page 115 of Wicked Alphas

But it doesn’t matter now, because I’m certain I’ve ruined everything.

The police won’t come in time, and my words have done nothing to deter Michael.

His hand flies to my throat, and I dig my nails into the hand that strangles me, shocked at the sudden loss of air.

He’s choking me.

My eyes widen at his eerily calm face. “If that’s the way you want it,” he says quietly. “We can end it this way.”

James. Grey. Beau.

Charlotte.

Renee.

Wilson.

Faces flash through my mind, and I think of everyone I’ll miss, as black spots fill my vision.

I’m sorry I can’t remember you, Renee. I’m sure you were a great best friend.

Sorry I can’t grow cat grass for you, Wilson.

And I’m sorry that we don’t have a future, my Alphas.

Running out of airhurts. My lungs burn, and I stop gripping Michael’s hand.

I can’t see anymore, but I wildly whip my hand behind me with the last of my energy, grasping the handle of a pot.

I swing, and it connects with his cheek.

As the pot crashes to the floor, I collapse against the tile, falling onto my hands and knees. I choke and suck in gasps of air, clutching my throat as I breathe in delicious oxygen.

Michael lies on the floor next to me, out cold, a red mark blooming on his cheek.

I crawl out of the kitchen on my hands and knees, choking and hacking, tears dripping down my cheeks.

When I reach the opposite wall, I curl my arms around my knees, shaking as adrenaline rushes through me.

I’m not dead.

Michael isn’t moving, except for the rise and fall of his chest.

I stagger to my feet, knowing the fight isn’t over yet.

He could wake up at any moment, and I could be right where I was only moments ago.

Ugly sounds escape me as I pass by the front door, knowing I won’t be able to escape that way.

The lock is a keypad, and I don’t have the code.

He made it so that even if my hands were free, I couldn’t escape him.

I take one last look at him in the kitchen, then head back to the bedroom, looking for his phone. I fumble with the buttons, hoping it wasn’t ruined when Michael hurled it at the wall.

It powers back on, and I use it for the emergency call.

I can’t give my exact location, but they’re able to trace it.

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