Chained By The Alpha Jessica Hall

I huff, annoyed, but don't add anything, knowing there 1s no point in arguing with him. I peer out the window as we pull up at the club

"Do you really think Deacon went rogue?" I ask him

"Alpha Greyson believes so, and he is Deacon's Alpha; I think he would know," I nod my head, yet I can't understand why... It makes me wonder if my father scared him off

"You still hung up about that loser?" Zayn asks, and I purse my lips but shake my head

"No, I just think none of this would be happening right now if he were here. Instead, he runs off, and I worry my father is behind it, but

at the same time, I wonder how Lydia got those photos," I admit, my mind working overtime

"You didn't recognize him..." Zayn coughs, and my brows pinch

"My lady parts on the big screen, yeah, I recognized those parts," I tell him, yet I have no memory of that night at all." Zayn leans over and squeezes my hand

"That is probably a good thing," he tells me

"Ts it, though? Maybe if I remembered who it was, I might know where Deacon went." I tell him. He sighs heavily and I glance at himC0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

"You found me, right?"

Zayn swallows, looking straight ahead. "Yes, you were out of it,"

"And you didn't see who it was?" I ask skeptically?"

"No, they took off, and I was too worried about you to chase after them."

"Then how do you know he didn't..." I trail off, but surely I would have been sore, right?

"I got there in time. You had no scents on..." Zayn grits his teeth

"I would know if he had: he didn't," he tells me, and I chew my lip nervously

"Where?" I ask the questions I should have asked ages ago, the ones I didn't really want answers to, but find myself now questioning everything about that night, about my life since then, and since the rogue attack that took my mother from

me

"In the parking lot, I think you were trying to drive home when he grabbed you," Zayns tells me, and I peer out at the parking lot when Zayn grips my chin, turning my face toward him. He leans in, his lips brushing mine gently before pulling back slightly

"Nothing happened, I got there in time, and I took you home; that is all you need to know," he whispers, his thumb brushing along my jaw gently, and I nod,

"But how did Lydia get those photos?" I asked him, and he let me go

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"That's a question we'll have to ask her," he tells me, and I wonder if I can ask her, I wonder if my father has asked her? Surely he would be questioning her, too? Maybe once he does, he'll see reason and actually believe me

I open my mouth to speak, about to ask more about how we'll handle Alpha Samuel and this situation with Lydia, when Zayn cuts me off, leaning forward and claiming my lips with his once more. This time, it's harder and more demanding. His hands are in my hair, holding my head firmly as he steals away my breath

I moan into the kiss, feeling him press closer to me. He pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against mine as we both catch our breaths. He looks at me with hooded silver eyes that seem to see into my soul, and it sends shivers down my spine. "Food first, then questions," he murmurs against my skin

We enter the club and take our seats at a secluded table in the corner, away from the other patrons. The place is dimly lit with red and purple lights, giving 1t an atmospheric feel that goes well with the intimate vibe. Our booth

is big enough for six people, but we make it work for the two of us. The soft jazz music plays as our orders are taken. I can't help but notice how everyone looks at Zayn; some lustfully, some nervously, some curiously - it's all new to me. He seems used to it, though, not showing any signs of discomfort or awareness towards their gazes, yet I notice each one, which makes me want to hide under the table

Our food arrives soon enough: steaming plates of pasta and garlic bread, juicy steaks paired with crispy fries, and a side salad for me. The smell is heavenly as it wafts through the air towards me; my stomach grumbles in anticipation. My mouth waters at the sight of everything on our plates before us

"Smells amazing," I murmur between bites of my salad as Zayn tears into his steak like it's nothing

The rest of our meal passes by in a blur; we devour our food like we are starved, yet the longer we are here, the more everyone's stares get to me, I know most are his pack members, but I find it odd how even with everything going on the other packs people still show up to his club even if nervous

Once the dishes are cleared, we both lean back against the booth, both of us full

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"So what now?" I ask, playing with my napkin nervously

"We go home," he says simply, finishing his glass of water

"I mean about tomorrow...and the whole Lydia thing," I clarify, and he growls lowly

"What do you want me to say, Cleo? We'll

figure it out, but for now, there isn't much we can do until we have more information," he tells me

Zayn takes my hand in his, lacing our fingers together and squeezing gently as he pulls me from the booth, and we head back out to the car

Yet when we reach the doors leading out, he suddenly stops, making me glance at him to see he 1s in the mindlink. His eyes are glazed over, and I wait for him to finish. Only when he does, he looks quite panicked as he urges me faster toward the car

"Who was that?" I ask him

"Aunt Andrea, the pack is being attacked by rogues; we need to get back home," he tells me, and we race out to the car and jump. I buckle up as he speeds off back home, my heart pounding in my chest with unease, knowing how

dangerous rogues are