The Alpha's Secret Legacy

Chapter 17

Christine's Pov

Ross actually let me go.

That alone felt... suspicious.

And now the plane is landing.

A month with Ross Lynch.

That's what it felt like—confusing, twisted, and full of things I still can't fully explain.

At some point, I even thought he sounded like Greg. I don't know why. I never questioned it properly... I should've.

The plane touched down.

And just like I expected—

Paparazzi.

Flashes. Screaming. Chaos.

I sighed as I stepped out.

"Where have you been, Christine Horan?" one of them shouted.

I stopped walking.

"Just on vacation in Hollywood," I said calmly. "With a friend."

"Who's the friend?"

"Ross Lynch... and his supposed-to-be fiancée, Angel Summer," I replied.

They smiled, scribbling everything down.

If only they knew.

I am Angel Summer.

Another question came.

"Are you with Ross Lynch?"

"No," I answered firmly. "I'm in love with someone else."

That made them pause.

"Who?"

I gave a small smile.

"You'll find out soon enough."

Then I walked away.

My car was still where I left it.

Good.

I drove back in silence, my thoughts louder than the engine.

Something felt... off.

Not just slightly.

Completely off.

When I reached the house, the lights flickered.

On. Off. On. Off.

Like something inside was breathing.

I froze outside the door.

This wasn't normal.

My heart started racing as I stepped inside.

"Hello?" I called out.

No answer.

Living room—empty.

Kitchen—empty.

Stairs—silent.

But then I saw it.

Blood.

By the window.

My stomach dropped.

Someone had been here.

Or worse... something had happened here.

I shifted immediately.

Wolf form.

Invisible.

Every instinct screamed danger.

I moved through the house, scanning every room.

Nothing.

Garden—empty.