Fated To The Alpha (Ezra, Katya)

Fated To The Alpha by Jessica Hall Chapter 139

I twist the handle and it is locked, Sierra was also peering through my eyes. She wanted to help the rogue trapped down there. Set them free but even if we could, how do we get them out of the house?

I run my fingers along the edge of the door, thinking he may have a spare key other than the one he kept around his neck. No luck. I check the hallway stand, looking in all the drawers but find nothing.

“Maybe we could take whoever it is some water” Sierra suggests and I nod, anything would be better than ignoring the poor person. After a while we realize there was no spare key at least that we could find. Going up stairs I find some bobby pins, a nail file, anything we might be able to use to pick the lock. I honestly didn’t think it would work but after an hour of fiddling with the lock, I heard a click as the lock turned unlocking the door. I thought I imagined it at first when I twisted the knob.

“Oh my god we did it” Sierra says just as shocked. I quickly race to the kitchen and grab a bottle of water to take down to them. Opening the door

wider we crept down the steps knowing we had to be quick because I honestly thought Andrei would

have been back by now, he never really left us here long by ourselves.

I feel my way along the wall looking for a light switch, the air was chillier down here and the stench of rotting flesh and rogue was making my nose burn. “Do you think we smell that gross to everyone else” Sierra asks and I shrug not knowing. Getting to the bottom step my hand touches a switch and I €ick it on. The fluorescent light above flickering before turning on and I see two tables in the center of the room.

My blood runs cold when I see Pablo and Jason laying on the table, the water bottle slipping from m y fingers and hitting the concrete floor with a thud. My heart skips a beat and dread fills me. These two men made my life a living hell. I turn about to race back up the stairs when Jason speaks.

“There is our little whore, untie us and we will help you get out of here” Jason purrs at me. I feel goosebumps rise on my arms at the sound of his voice. A violent shiver makes my skin feel like it is crawling as I am shoved back into the hell they forced me to endure, reliving the feel of their hands on me, the feel of their breath breathing on me every little detail replaying in my head as I stood the frozen in my own fear.

her voice echoing through my head bringing me back to my

was skinned and trying to heal but there was pretty much no skin left and I

corner which was covered in different knives

and his ratty matted hairs caked in blood. His light blue held an evil glint, a look I had

her head lolled to the side when she tried to fight back to save me. I begged her to stop fighting and Jason smashed her head repeatedly with the rock until her head rolled to the side. Her lips parted and the coloured died from eyes, her skin paling. I will never forget the look on her face. He beat her death and I will never forget the look of horror on her face knowing she was dying before life left

felt nothing as I plunged it into his chest cavity. He sputters his eyes darting to the center of his chest before I pull the knife out plunging it back in. Blood flicked on my face as I continued to stab him in a frenzy, Pablo screaming as I killed his friend

long blade from his chest looking at it before dropping it realizing I just killed someone. I killed a person and that realization sickened me. I took someone’s life and their

word she was saying. I couldn’t take my eyes from the table that is dripping blood onto the ground. The dripping noise sounded so loud when Andrei suddenly crouches in front of me, making me wonder how long I had been sitting on the ground. My surroundings coming back and I could hear Pablo screaming still on the table calling me every name under the sun for killing his

“ I killed him” I say my voice oddly cold and he looks over his shoulder at the table. He looks

He says, his

sparks rushing over my skin instead of the cold feeling inside me. I sigh leaning into his touch and he rests his

He asks and I shake my head. I killed somebody, took someone’s life and I didn’t know if that made me just as bad as them, didn’t know if I could live knowing I took someone’s life no matter who they are and what they did. What did that say about my character that I killed someone

my face against him inhaling his scent, letting it

if you want?”

easily kill someone