Page 60 of Love Sick

And just like that, I realize the reason Alanna didn’t kill me—she wanted her own revenge. She wanted me to feel the pain she felt because Jonathan never loved her. He loved me…and she hates me for it.

And now that Dutch believes he needs her to play, she thinks I will crumble and curse the world for all the atrocities it’s delivered. She thinks this will break me.

Yes, it hurts like a bitch, but her actions only confirm that I am the alpha—I always have been.

This all started with Jonathan…so it seems fitting it ends with him.

Dutch watches me closely, and I hate that he knows me better than I know myself.

He lunges for Alanna, restraining her with an arm around her throat, and when he does, I reach for Jonathan’s skeletal arm and yank him from his chair.

“No!” Alanna screams and her terror, it’s music to my ears.

I drag his corpse ass along the floor with only one thing in mind.

“No, no, no!” Alanna cries over and over as Dutch leads her behind me and forces her to stand and watch.

I stand by the railing, Jonathan’s brittle corpse limp as I lift it up, and without thought, I toss him over the balustrade. When I hear a shatter on the concrete floor below, I smile sweetly at Alanna.

“Hurts to watch the man you love want somebody else.”

Dutch lets her go.

I know my punishment is coming, but for now, she frantically runs down the stairs and I watch as she begins to gather the broken pieces of Jonathan, sobbing hysterically. But she’s going to need a lot more than some glue to piece him back together again.

With his skull in her hands, she peers up at me with nothing but pure hatred.

“It’s fucking war, bitch,” I spit before turning around and walking back to my room.

Dutch follows, and I sit on the end of the bed in silence. He knows I want answers and I want them now.

He runs his fingers through his long hair as if needing a moment, and I know whatever he’s about to tell me is going to be big.

“Joy is dead. Alanna killed her.”

I should feel something, but I don’t. I think deep down, I knew something bad had happened to her.

So Dutch continues. “She was the one who was driving the car the night Misha…”

I hold back my tears because I can’t break down. I need this as fuel to pave my path of revenge.

“But Alanna is the one who was behind it. Joy thought it was you driving. But Alanna wanted Misha’s heart for Jonathan.”

“Jonathan has been dead for a very long time,” I say, hating to state the obvious but what the hell.

“She is a very sick woman and I think she thought she could make amends for taking Jonathan’s life by giving him his son’s heart.”

“So why did she give it to you?”

Dutch walks forward while I grip the edge of the bed to stop myself from slapping his cheek. But what he does next, it has my walls crumbling.

He sits beside me and gently intertwines our fingers. “I’m so sorry, baby. I fucked up. I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I hate myself for everything I’ve done.”

I stare at our fingers interlocked. I should pull away, but I can’t.

“There’s more?”

He squeezes my fingers softly. “Joy was sleeping with Misha. For a very long time.”

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