I walk out of Sadie’s bedroom feeling completely pissed. Pissed at the situation and pissed at my reaction.
I stay outside her door for a minute, my hand still on the handle as I try to get my emotions under control. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes. I inhale slowly, filling my lungs and trying to let everything wash over me.
It doesn’t help. The turmoil inside me is still there, churning.
After a few seconds, I let go of the handle and stomp down the hallway. My thoughts are spinning so fast I barely register the pack members who bid me goodnight.
When I get to my room, I slam the door behind me. The sound echoes through the empty space, sharp and final. It hits me in the chest like a punch. I’m angry and shattered at the same time. I want to hit something. Someone. Anything to get rid of this suffocating feeling, like my heart is being run over by a damn truck—again and again and again.
I feel like a loose cannon, seconds from exploding. The pressure has built so fast it leaves me shaking with rage.
Grabbing fistfuls of my hair, I start pacing the room.
I should be happy. I should be ecstatic—over the fucking moon. But why does it feel like I’m dying? Like I’m about to lose everything? Like I’m already losing a piece of myself?
I thought I had more time. Turns out I was just lying to myself.
“Alec,” Knox’s voice rumbles through my mind like an echo.
“I’m not in the mood, Knox,” I growl.
I really wasn’t. All I could think about was what Sadie just told me. It keeps replaying in my head like a broken record.
“We have to do something,” he continues, ignoring me.
“No shit, Sherlock,” I snap. “And what do you suggest we do? I’m all ears.”
He goes quiet for a moment before murmuring, “I don’t know.”
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