Alpha of alphas

Chapter 2

I am losing it. The eerie room was beginning to close in on me and my lungs felt like they were deflating into a hollow sack of nothingness. Every muscle in my body trembled as if I were buried in six feet of snow. I wish I were buried in six feet of snow. What have I done? In all my years of being stepped on like a front door mat, why did I fight back now? Where is this strength even coming from? How... I could feel my wolf raging inside of me, running around my soul crashing into my bones and tearing through my organs. She wanted out. Despite the chaos going on inside of me, I stood there cemented with shock and terror.

My eyes were fixed on the door in front of me too afraid to look down. The weight of his body pressed on my two feet constantly reminding me of the sin I had committed. His warm blood oozed into my flats from the cavity in his chest I created.

Finally getting my limbs to move, I dropped his dripping heart and rushed into the bathroom. Frantically turning the faucet, I began scrubbing my hands and under my fingernails until they were raw. I ducked under the cabinet quickly searching for any cleaning supplies to wipe away any evidence of what I've done.

My panicked eyes landed on a small bottle of bleach. My thoughts bounced off the walls of my mind, colliding into a jumbled mess of confusion. If my brain had subtitles, they would be too shaken up to read.

I grabbed a towel and scrubbed at the door handle, sink, and anything else painted red with my fingerprints. My paranoia grew with every passing moment as the room grew darker with the lack of sunlight. What if someone was watching me? I swiftly turned around half expecting Darius to wake up and choke me to death. Unfortunately for us he was still motionless and still lifeless. My eyes soaked in the mess I had done causing my stomach to twist violently. My crimson footprints covered the white marble floor in evidence all pointing to me. I was overwhelmed and I wasn't thinking straight. Eventually I was going to get caught. Should I even bother? Should I run away or take my own life.

"I don't want to die." I admitted.

Taking the towel in my shaky hands, I began scrubbing the floor as fast as I could. My arms burned as I pushed and pulled the towel against the cold ground. By the time I looked up, it was clear that night had fallen. The strong smell of chemicals and blood would soon draw unwanted attention. The other wolves would smell it soon.

As fate would have it, three steady knocks came from the door. How would I explain the dead body crumbled in a motionless heap on the ground? Even if I managed to evade prying eyes, how would I explain the overpowering chemical smell. Although my wounds have healed, my torn dress was stained with my blood from where he attacked me.

I took a deep breath and moved towards the door. If today is my last, I will not run away as I have my entire life. I refuse. Twisting the doorknob, I tried to compose myself as best as I could before confronting my imminent demise.