Chapter 246
Kane
“I need to lie down and rest.” Mom went to her room, and I, lost in thought, suddenly heard my phone vibrate in my pocket.
I pulled it out and found a message from Zara. As I expected, Zara soon descended the stairs, and I looked away, trying not to stare at her.
She slowly stopped in front of me. Holding her purse, she was wearing a long coat and scarf. Our gazes met, and all my thoughts instantly vanished, but hers slightly startled me.
Her eyes were empty, and I couldn’t discern any emotion in them.
I think she even put on makeup.
“My beautiful Zara. It was only a matter of time before I brought you back. After tonight, I will speak to you openly,” I thought to myself.
“I’m going to Sophia’s apartment; I need to pick something up,” she told me in a lifeless tone.
“Let me come with you,” I offered, knowing she would refuse.
“No need, I’m going with Kaysir.” Her voice was determined, yet empty. Adjusting her scarf, she walked away from me and headed for the door. It seemed the weight of the world rested on her fragile shoulders, but not for long.
Standing up, I followed her and watched her leave with Kaysir. As soon as they left, I called Asbela and told her.
“I’m going to work. Serve Mom dinner and tell her not to wait up. I’ll be late p>
“Yes, Alpha,” she replied politely.
As soon as she quickly disappeared into the kitchen, I reached my secret room. Excitement welled in my heart as I opened my closet and chose a leather jacket and skinny jeans.
This look would be perfect. I needed to hide my eye color, so I chose blue contacts.
Taking them out of the package, I slipped them on one at a time, concealing the dark circles under my eyes. Then I pulled out the voice-altering device and adjusted it behind my ear.
For the finishing touch, I chose a black balaclava that covered my neck, my entire face, and my forehead, leaving only my eyes exposed.
Grabbing my gloves and helmet, I adjusted them and was ready to hit the road. Quickly climbing onto my motorcycle, I hit the gas and sped through the winter air.
Soon, I hit the road, adrenaline coursing through my body. The icy wind rushed past, turning everything into a blur.
Finally, I was about to hug her. Make love to her all night long. Let her be vulnerable. The thought of comforting her with a tight embrace made me speed up.
I wondered what had made her change her mind and finally meet me in this guise?
Maybe she needed a break from my overwhelming presence and a chance to let off some steam.
Approaching there, I parked the motorcycle and dismounted.
As I continued walking, I noticed my car parked in the lot a few cars away. Kaysir stood inside, wary.
Without engaging him, I approached the building, and the guards let me in, having informed me of this beforehand. Heading toward the elevator, I stepped in without removing my helmet. The doors closed, and the elevator began moving.
The thought of seeing her genuine smile brought a faint smile to my lips. She could talk it out, and I would be there to listen to all her complaints about me.
I was a hypocrite, but not for long. I was going to have her reveal my true feelings for her, and protect her at all costs.
The elevator rang, and the doors swung open. Stepping out, I approached athe partment. Pausing, I took a calming breath and knocked softly.
The door swung open instantly, and she stood before me in a black silk nightgown, her fiery red hair brushing her shoulders.
Her rosy cheeks, which had sagged over the past two weeks, were lifted with makeup. A smile graced her plump lips, the kind I wanted to take in mine and eat all night long.
Soft and juicy, they always reminded me of the strawberries she so loved to eat.
What a sight my prickly Blue Rose was. My cock began to tense under my tight jeans just looking at her. She was a goddess, and she was mine.
“Hello!” She wiggled her fingers and stepped aside so I could enter.
I entered her apartment, and she closed the door behind me.
“Yes, I had some things to do, but everything is cleared up now,” she said solemnly.
With conviction and confidence, she gestured to her lounge chair. “Please! Sit down p>
I plopped down on the floor and removed my helmet. Putting it aside, I adjusted my balaclava as she slowly moved in front of me and stood watching.
My gaze slid to her, and her face was filled with unwavering determination. She bowed her head slightly, and her smile widened.
I spread my legs and patted my thighs, inviting her. She didn’t hesitate and immediately approached.
Placing her hands on my shoulders, she quickly grabbed my hips, bending her knees on either side of my legs.
My hands touched her curves, which had diminished over the past two weeks because she refused to eat properly.
Up close, her eyes also seemed sunken; she had cried too much.
Seeing her like this made my heart ache, but she would never be like this again. Tomorrow I’ll talk to her and fix everything.
We can build this relationship, and I won’t let her innocence be tarnished.
I caressed her soft curves, feeling the dips and folds of her waist. Her full breasts were right before my lips. I could even see her nipples.
Mischievous Luna decided not to wear a bra.
“You look weaker than before. You should take care of your health,” I said immediately, and she smiled at me, offended.
A smile that broke my heart, like a boat tossed onto merciless rocks by a raging sea.
My hands reached for her hips; she lifted them, then lowered them onto my arms, pinning them there.
Her hands slowly moved from my shoulders to my face and cupped my cheeks.
“I’ll tell you now. I’ve been too blinded lately. Fortunately, my clarity has returned,” she said mysteriously, her imperturbable gaze piercing mine.
There was a certain stiffness about her that I couldn’t place. Something I couldn’t place, something off, something that felt almost wrong.
Her hands dropped from my face to the edge of my balaclava, and before I realized what she was doing, she lifted my mask, removing it from my face, leaving it exposed to her gaze.
“You, you happened to me, Alpha Kane Sterling. You are a plague,” she blurted, venom dripping from every word, and I, stunned by her action, tried to grab the hands lying beneath her feet.
What had she done? And how does she know this?
Zara
When I picked up that dreadful mask from the floor, I thought it was wrapped in some kind of black cloth. I had no idea how wrong I was, or what else I was revealing.
I dropped it as if it had burned me. It really had happened, just not in the literal sense.
It meant only one truth.
Alpha was my stalker, but why?
Reality crashed down on me like a supernova, shattering the last vestiges of trust in my heart. How could I have been so blind for so long?
Now that I thought about it, they were all the same height, the same build, the same gait. Why hadn’t I realized this before?
How could I have been so naive about his actions?
That’s why it was so easy for me to trust him: my body had become accustomed to his touch. It didn’t feel foreign.
The very thought made me sick; I almost threw up. Tears streamed from my eyes. How could I have fallen in love with such a man?
A perverted sociopath.
I knew I was drawn to the darkness, but this was madness. All he did was break my trust again and again, like a vicious cycle.
Why? I wrapped my legs around my arms and sobbed uncontrollably, lamenting my stupidity and what life had thrown at me.
But tears didn’t solve my problems. I was going to leave him forever and tell my family the truth.
Before I left, I would talk to him one last time, to let him know that after everything he’d done to me, I wasn’t afraid.
I wouldn’t reveal everything I knew about him, but I needed to see the look on his face.
’What if Alpha killed us?’ Nova rolled her eyes.
’The thought terrified me. But a stalker’s mindset was different from that of ordinary people.’ I gave logic to my wolf.
’He would have done it if Alpha’d wanted to, after all, we were literally sleeping in his bed, just a few steps away.’ Nova was also curious.
’Was Alpha watching us in our sleep with those devilish eyes?’ Nova’s curiosity piqued.
’It must have been because he loved to play with us.’ I suggested.
To instill fear in me. He loved watching me break down. He loved to make me cry.
That bastard had hurt me so much that I knew I would never recover, and I was carrying his child. I sat and devised a plan.
Finally, gathering my courage, I lifted my broken body from the floor. Gathering those horrible masks, I wrapped them exactly as I’d found them and tucked them under his clothes and between the boards where they stuck out a little.