Alpha alec's redemption (Sadie) novel Chapter 322

By the time dawn breaks, my legs ache, my lungs burn, and I can barely stand.

I don’t remember how long I’ve been out here. The forest is silent now; birds have begun to stir in the pale light. My hands are sticky and my clothes are torn.

I can’t feel any of it. None of it registers. Instead, I’m just… empty. Numb. Like I have this hollow empty space where my heart and soul used to be.

Slowly, I turn back toward the packhouse.

The walk feels endless. Every step echoes with the weight of everything I feel I lost last night. With the pain that still clings to me like a stench that won’t evaporate.

I don’t remember everything from last night, but I do remember losing control again. Nyx told me to control my powers, but I needed an outlet. I needed something that could ease the pain that was drowning me. I needed something that could somehow fix me.

No one prepares you to see the man you’re still in love with being kissed by his ex. No one prepares you for the gut-wrenching pain that leaves you feeling paralyzed. It’s like I took thousands of knives to my heart over and over again.

Last night he wanted to explain things, but why didn’t he push her? Why didn’t he react in time? Why did he just stand there while she kissed his lips like they were long-lost lovers? How the hell does he expect to explain that?

I walk slowly, almost like I’m walking through a fog. My feet move one step at a time, but even that doesn’t register. It’s almost mechanical.

When I finally reach the clearing, a few pack members pause and stare. They smile first, before their expressions twist from confusion, then worry, then fear.

I don’t stop. I don’t even look at them. I just keep walking, one foot in front of the other, like a ghost. Like a robot moving in auto-mode. It’s all I can do.

By the time I reach the packhouse, whispers have started to follow me. I tune them out. Ignoring all of them. After all, this wouldn’t be the first time people have talked behind my back.

Inside, everything in the house feels too bright, too alive, while inside all I feel is this dark, stormy atmosphere that I can’t get rid of. It feels like I’ve lost. Lost something I can’t get back.

My fingers tremble as I turn the handle to my room. Once inside, I lock the door and press my back against it, breathing hard. Ignoring the silence that feels like it’s mocking me, I drag myself to the bathroom and flick on the light.

The reflection staring back at me doesn’t look like me at all. Blood streaks down my arms, my clothes are soaked with blood, probably rogues or hybrids… dirt clinging to my skin. My hair is a tangled mess. And my eyes red and swollen.

I laugh, but it’s a broken and hollow sound that echoes against the tiles, ricocheting like bullets that feel too loud for my ears.

No wonder they looked at me like that. I look like a monster. But who cares? They can all go and fuck themselves. Their stupid, cheating alpha included.

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