Railed By The Alpha

Chapter 41

The silence was killing me.

I was in over my head, driving myself crazy over the past four days while he had been giving me nothing except silence—after we'd had sex. I needed to know what it meant. I needed to know if I had only been used for sex or if something else was going on.

He looked pretty serious that night, after we had sex and after we were disturbed by his driver. I wasn't sure of the conversation that went down but it sounded unusual. Maybe something was keeping him occupied.

Maybe.

Just maybe.

I had the address to his residence. It was a twenty-minute drive away from my home and the entire time, I chewed on my nails, wondering if this was the right thing. Often, I neared a U-turn to go back home but something stopped me, and I kept driving toward his place.

What if he had found another woman to obsess over? That couldn't be possible. He wouldn't just play with my feelings and toss them aside. But again, it was him, and he was the incarnation of the devil.

"What am I doing?" I whispered to myself while nearing the curved, golden gates of Christopher's residence. The street close to his place was entirely empty. Not a single soul could be seen or heard.

I slammed on the brakes near the gates and waited for someone. A man walked out from the room beside the gate and approached me. Rolling the window down, I brushed away the anxiety growing within me and glanced outside at the guard.

"Yes?" He cocked a brow at me, confused at my presence.

The dress and the box Christopher had given to me rested in the back seat of the car. I had nearly tossed it in, not caring much. It was just an excuse to fulfill my impatience and see him. I had no other option. It wasn't like I was going to approach him and tell him that I had been dreaming about him and that maybe we needed to do whatever we did on Halloween once more—just to figure things out.

My heart clenched. What was wrong with me?

I opened my mouth, hoping words would fall onto my tongue but none did. After seconds of having an internal battle with myself and my thoughts, I finally said, "I'm here to see Christopher."

"And who are you?" the guard in the front asked, nearing the window.

"Rebekah," I replied, stating my name. "I was here—something like a week ago. I don't really remember but I'm sure he does." I gave the guard a smile.

His mouth lined straight, and he peeked back. "What's in the box?"

"Something to kill him—" I stopped joking when I figured out the guard wasn't taking any of it. "It's just a dress. I was going to return it to him. Like, what else am I supposed to do? Keep it forever? Or something? And the thong was ridiculous. I just want to give it back," I rambled, not even stopping for a breath.

My heart was thudding hard and fast. I grew more nervous each second. Just parked in front of the gates of his residence gave me a full-blown panic attack. All this while, he had been pursuing me and now, I was here.

I was here and I truly didn't even know why.

The guard ran his questioning gaze over me before he said, "Leave the vehicle here. You can go inside."

I rolled my eyes and reversed my car back a little before thrusting forward into the empty lot near the gates. Once parked, I killed the engine and stepped out. Sucking in a sharp breath, I pulled my jacket closer and buttoned it up. A shiver raced down my spine. It wasn't the cold. I knew it wasn't.

The guard unlocked the smaller gate and allowed me in. After walking past the gate, I heard his voice behind me once more. "Don't you want to take the dress and the thong?" he asked with a hint of humor.

Smart.

My cheeks turned red with embarrassment. "Maybe another time," I murmured, walking straight ahead and toward the courtyard. Not once did I glance back at the guard whose chuckle still rang in my ears.

The cool afternoon breeze whooshed over me, tangling my perfectly straight hair that I had just combed before leaving the house. While walking, some of the disturbing thoughts in my head calmed, while the others still remained, taking over my conscience. Looking ahead, I found the water fountain without any water and remembered the date night I had with Christopher all those weeks ago. Then, I was sure I was never going to see him again.

Not anymore.

I continued to walk across the driveway, glancing at the green lawn and trees surrounding the house. It was quiet here, almost peaceful. The greenery could be seen extending for miles and miles, almost as if it was their own private woodland. I assumed here was where their wolves ran—able to turn into their true forms.

A sense of fear washed over me before I strolled past the fountain and found the grand entrance.

Tension tightened inside me, and I suddenly stopped walking when my eyes lowered to the four cobblestone steps near the entrance and over the liquid that ran down the steps. It was dark red, similar to the color of blood. I hesitated before lifting my head in horror of what was happening in the doorway of the house.

A small gasp escaped my throat and after that, I held back any more breaths.

The thudding in my chest grew as my eyes trailed over Christopher's hand that was buried in another man's chest—a dead man's chest. It was inches deep, probably surrounding his heart. Blood seeped out from different parts of his body and dripped down the stairs, pooling around the doorway and in front of me.

Christopher was leaning over the man, his hair falling over his face as he killed the man underneath him. His shirt was filled with the man's blood along with both hands, one still buried in his chest. His brother stood behind him, watching, along with another familiar man who stood on the opposite side to his brother.

My stomach clenched in disgust and fear.

"Fucking pussy energy," his brother cussed. "Couldn't even stay alive for a minute more." He rolled his eyes before lifting his head from the man's body and fixating his eyes on me. "Oh, shit."

My legs took a step back on their own. Suddenly, he stepped away from Christopher and began marching toward me with a surprised expression on his face. All eyes turned to me. The screams in my throat suppressed, no voice or breath left my mouth.

My fingers quivered, my heart beat rapidly. Everything around me closed, suffocating me. My head felt light. Only his brother's footsteps echoed in my ears.

No.

"Don't touch her, Pietro!" Christopher's voice rang in my head. The fear within me only grew from there. "Michael!" He yelled louder—for his driver.

I kept moving till my back pressed against the dead fountain. His brother gave me an icy stare, still approaching me. Only then did I snap into my senses and twisted around. While screaming at the top of my lungs, I paved my way away from the fountain, running back toward the gates but before I could go any further, I was blocked.

By the driver.

His large frame forbade me to move an inch. There was no expression on his face—nothing. He lifted his hands, pressing them on either side of my head. The atmosphere shifted and the sky changed colors.

It grew dark.

I knew what was coming next.

I had been here before.

"No," I rasped, shaking my head.

"Morpherous," he whispered under his breath before closing his eyes.

Another scream spilled from my mouth but was cut in half when I felt every inch of my body weakening, every limb faltering, and my senses slipping from my control. It took only seconds before my eyes fluttered shut and my head struck against the solid ground.

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