Chapter 385: Breakfast With The Alpha {3}
DACE
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"Even a beast can be human sotis, and even a monster once had humanity"
Her words drilled into my head like a second skull.
I expected her to cower in my presence, show the fear I so desperately want to drag out of her. That was my original goal the mont she stepped foot into this room. I can see the fear in her eyes but yet the raw confidence that ca from it, she’s shaking but she doesn’t acknowledge it, she’s suffocating in my presence because of my deadly aura, and yet she acts as if it’s just a morning breeze.
I want to drag more out of her... get the information I need but yet here I am having a conversation, a conversation I didn’t plan, nothing good ever cos out from an unplanned event.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her, everything else was boring in my vision, and yet just one look at her and I want to unravel her every secret, and suddenly it’s not boring.
Am I enjoying her company?
Fuck no.
This is business.
"What do you know about a beast?" I asked, intrigued by her words.
"There’s one sitting across from "
I always liked her coback, it was bratty and it did
no good by wanting to punish her for her bad mouth.
I shouldn’t be thinking of these things and yet here I am. It’s like fighting second nature if I don’t taut her or ntally drain her.
I want her to let her guard down. And when she does I will get inside her head and get what I want.
Her words still rang in my head, ever since I beca a Rogue I never thought of myself as human again, even though I was in a human shell wearing clothes I have never felt more alive in my beast form, if I had my way I will never revert to it again.
Singe said it’s my Rogue nature fighting between the two. Just like how Werelion transits to Rogues and abandons their human side and lets their animalistic nature take over. But in my case it never happened, Singe said I must have fought between the balance of my human and beast side.
That sothing must have caused it to be so. Like an anchor that kept
tethered to my identity.
But I have no recollection of ever having an anchor, maybe I am my own anchor and I was driven solely by desire, a desire to ruin everything I touch.
Right now there’s sothing I want to ruin to the point I fight with my internal struggle.
Her.
"And do I have humanity, Countess?"
"No" she didn’t hesitate to answer but yet there was an edge to her tone.
It was always the sa, one look and I’m a beast, a monster that is insatiable and I have never cared. It doesn’t bother
because I accept every bit of what I am, I don’t doubt myself and I never will.
"Maybe you once were" she added but it was mumbled and I narrowed my eyes.
The emotions in her eyes give her out each ti, and in every minute there is always a look of familiarity, almost like she was looking at
like sothing she lost, mories enclosing like she rembers sothing in the past. There’s always a fury in her eyes and sotis gives out the sentints she so desperately tries to mask with her devious attitude.
Who are you really Emmaline Zalatoris?
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The night is cold and there is a feeling that keeps getting to ... I was on my third cigarette and yet my blood boiled without trying. That look she gave
this morning, the look that said I wasn’t getting what I want, almost like it was mocking .
And it fucking ticks
off each ti I recall it.
Sothing doesn’t feel right... According to Singe, he said he heard voices from her room last night but it turned out it was nothing. I know Singe and his intuition is always right.
I even made sure I checked with my n guarding the mansion, they said there was no entry whatsoever.
Or maybe I’m being paranoid but it’s that look I can’t get out of my head.
Smoking the last of my cigarette I discarded it and ran a hand through my hair.
This discomfiting feeling is sothing I can’t ignore.
Having that thought in mind I march out of my office and straight to her room. Singe greeted
with a curt nod.
"Is she sleeping?" I asked.
"Yes, I think so"
I leveled my eyes and saw no light turned on indicating she was indeed turned in for the night.
"Is sothing wrong, Alpha?"
Yes.
"The spare key," I said, ignoring his question, he brought it out and I motioned for him to open the door.
I stepped in the mont the door opened and I walked into a quiet dark room, flipping the lights on.
"Fuck!"
It’s empty, her presence and her scent gone like it was erased.
"She was still in here," Singe said, speaking with certainty. His eyes wide in shock.
"She fooled you!" I snapped.
She fooled
too.
Anger took over
but I remained calm, my eyes scanning the entire room. There was a scent that lingered and it wasn’t hers, it was very faint but it gave
all the answers I needed.
Soone or sothing must have co through here and it must have been her ticket to run.
"She can’t have gone far, Alpha"
"She won’t get the chance to," I said, already walking out of the room as I gave the Singe the order to keep the place in order, letting no one know of her disappearance.
If she wants a hunt I will give her one.
A chase? I will gladly oblige.
She thinks she can fuck with
because she covers her scent? Emmaline Zalatoris made one mistake while escaping, a flaw in that little plan of hers.
A mistake of fleeing with my mark engraved on her shoulder.
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