Then he came at me.
The next punch slammed into my ribs, knocking the breath from my lungs.
I grunted, swung back, and caught him across the cheek.
He tackled me into the wall, but I twisted out and shoved him back. He hit a metal tray stand and knocked it over with a loud crash. Instruments spilled everywhere.
It didn’t matter. It isn’t something money could not replace.
“Goddamn it!” Norlan barked, trying to wedge himself between us, but he caught an elbow and stumbled back.
I didn’t feel the pain anymore. I didn’t even feel my stitches straining or my thigh bleeding again. All I felt was fire, and the need to bleed it out.
We circled each other like predators until Saint grabbed me by the collar and drove his knee into my stomach, I coughed hard, then eliberated how en chin. He cursed under his breath and swung again, but this time, I caught his fist midair.
For one second, we just stood there with our eyes locked on each other.
Something behind Saint’s eyes changed… A cold, pressing force that leaned forward as he released his Alpha aura into the air.
And fuck me if I should cower at that.
I fucking matched his energy.
The hallway suddenly burst into chaos as hospital security and a flood of nurses and doctors poured in.
Three men tackled me. Someone screamed, “Back! Get back!” Another tried to grab Saint, but he threw the guy off like trash. His eyes were pitch-black now. He looked ready to rip someone’s throat out.
It took five people to hold us apart.
“Stop! This is a hospital, goddamn it!” a doctor shouted. “You want to kill each other, do it outside. Not where people are trying to stay alive!”
Saint was still breathing like a bull, chest heaving, shoulders locked like a predator in a cage. Blood slid from his nose. His knuckles were red and raw
Author’s note:
I just want to say a big THANK YOU to all my readers who have been patient with me during these trying times. You all are the best.
To those who thought I was being lazy and unserious, while I was sick and recovering, I still love you all nonetheless.
I am well now and fully back to work. Frequent daily updates resume today, as we bring our favorite story to an end in a few days.
Don’t forget to check out the story of Alpha Saint and Beta Kyrie, MATED TO MY STEPBROTHER AND HIS BEST FRIEND. It’s intriguing, intense, and unapologetically dark.
Enjoy.
KESTER.
My hands were balled at my sides, nails digging half-moons into my palms as I stared him dead in the eyes.
My jaw throbbed, my ribs ached, and I could feel the warm trickle of blood soaking my thigh again.
But none of it compared to the fire still burning in my chest.
Saint stood a few feet away, surrounded by two guards who clearly knew better than to try to restrain him either. His hands were still at his sides, rolled into tight fists, with blood dripping from his knuckles.
Norlan was breathing hard beside me, somewhere between worn out and fucking livid.
Saint stood very still. He didn’t look at anyone else. He just looked at me with those icy, grey eyes like he was studying a goddamn insect.
A nurse was trying to speak to him, but he didn’t acknowledge her. His attention never left me.
He rolled his shoulders, let out a loud exhale through his nose, and let his fists unclench with painful control.
Then he walked forward.
He stopped right in front of me, close enough that I could smell the blood on his lip. Then he spoke in a calmness that made the rage in my chest itch even harder.
‘You think because I don’t wear my emotions on my fucking face like some teenage brat, that I don’t feel?”
“Let me make something clear, Hamilton. I feel everything. I feel it just fine. I feel it more than you know. I just don’t perform it for an audience.”
I narrowed my eyes on him as he tilted his head slightly.
‘I feel what went wrong tonight,” he continued, “I feel the loss. The mistakes. The fucking disaster that unfolded under my watch. And if you think I’d sleep easy knowing that, then you’re more of a child than I gave you credit for.”/
He took one small step closer, and my fingers twitched like they still wanted to reach for his throat.
“But don’t forget who found her,” he said, letting his voice drop even lower. ‘Don’t forget who pulled her out of that nightmare. If we hadn’t gotten there when we did, your mate would be halfway to Asia by now. And you wouldn’t have found her. Not even in the next lifetime.”
That fucking hit hard.
It didn’t show on my face, but my mind stopped just enough to feel it. My throat went dry.
There was silence. And it sat long enough for the white-hot tension to tighten again.
Then he said, almost too casually, “Nagel. Kex. And the two guards who were in that last video – the one where she was nearly raped? They’re at your bunker now. You had a specific kind of rage written all over you when you watched that video. Thought I’d give you the chance to… respond personally to those extra audience who were at the scene.”
My spine straightened.
“What?” I muttered, drawing my eyebrows. “How the fuck do you know where my bunker is?”
He let out a cold, arrogant smirk that said he didn’t owe me that explanation.
“Check your email,” he went on, backing up one step: “I sent you something valuable. Something that’ll make whatever torture you have planned… worth it.*
The smirk faded just as quickly as it appeared.
His eyes were still black and rimmed with fury. But his face, like always, had returned to its usual mask of calmness.
Have a nice life, Hamilton,” he said quietly, turning away. “And pray we never cross paths again.”
Fucking asshole.
Jorja had been sobbing nonstop from the moment she arrived about an hour ago. Her breath kept hiccupping in broken sobs that just wouldn’t end. And guess whose shoulder she buried herself in?
Mine.
I wouldn’t lie, I’d grown soft. I mean… ruined, split open, and rewired. All thanks to that woman in there who was
She doesn’t just matter to me. She is me. My anchor. My gravity. My oxygen. My last goddamn grip on sanity.
She was the only thing that stood between me and the monster I could so easily become.
Everyone think I need help? Therapy? Anger management? Whatever label makes them sleep better. fighting for her life right now,
Fuck, no. She is my therapy. All I need is to be with Kasmine, and my senses will be complete. She’s the only thing that makes the noise in my head stop The only person who sees me, all of me, and still pulls me into her warmth.
She says ‘Kester’! and suddenly, I’m not a ticking bomb-I’m a man. Just a man.
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