𝘼 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜...
Zara Crones, a strong and ambitious Omega with a troubled past, suddenly finds that her own backyard is piling up with bodies. And to make matters worse, those six bodies have only belonged t...
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"It's a warning." Nate hotly spewed at Zara. He could feel his blood boil at the thought of someone daring to threaten her.
"We don't know that," she tried reasoning with him as she shuffled some papers around on the desk.
"Don't know? That bastard basically handed you the victim's head on a silver platter!"
Zara shushed him harshly when Ivan and other detectives on the team shifted their attention at them. Right now Nate didn't give a damn if others heard. Things were turning deadly for Zara, even if the Omega didn't care to notice.
"Look," her soft voice somewhat quelled the beast currently raining terror inside of him. It wanted out, clawing at his flesh and tearing it into slices of steaks. The beast was angry, and also petrified. Scared that the female before him would get hurt in the process.
"No, Zara," the rust coating his voice made the words come out in a half growl. "Things are turning deadly. This," he pointed to the picture of the headless body on the photograph sitting on their shared desk, "it's like a game to him."
"And how do you know that?" she countered back at him. The crease between her eyes deepened further when he cocked an eyebrow at her.
"Other than the fact that he's leaving roses for you like it's a bloody scavenger hunt?"
With a wave of her arm, she huffed in exasperation at his logical answer.
"Zara, look at me," he grasped her silk-like skin, the heat beneath his palm bringing forth a rush of intense lust. He drank it in, making him feel as if he was a starved man who had just received a lake of fresh water to appease his thirst.
"You know who this person is — don't try to deny it," he rushed at the end, watching as those blood-tinted lips opened to deny such a rediculous remark he'd made.
"I want you to trust me and tell me who he is."
Those ocean-water eyes swirled with turmoil laden in fear. He could tell it would cost her almost everything; her trust being one of the main ones. But he hoped that she had enough of it to put her faith in him.
"I don't know who he is," she finally breathed out. Biting her lips, the now bloodless flesh pulled and cracked when she bit too hard on the corner of it, causing a rivulet of blood to trail from the skin.
Tentatively, he brushed it away from her lips.
"But those white roses, I used to get them every three months back when I had first joined the police academy. Almost like clock-work they would appear at my door, but I never had a clue as to who they were from."
"Did you ever try to investigate it?"
"At first, no," she shrugged one shoulder. "I didn't think anything of it. It was really sweet actually, especially when I've never received that type of attention before."
