Hunter's Alpha (gxg) ✓

9. Bring Me Home

5. Fake my death.

6. Go to Tokyo, Japan and try something new.

7. Jump off a moving train.

Within the twenty seconds after I shoot Derek's left elbow, I contemplate my life. Of course, having an existential crisis isn't beneficial to my survival at the moment, but really―I consider it inevitable.

If I die in the next minute, I will never get to complete my bucket list. I will never get to my fake my death or go to Tokyo or jump off a moving train.

So, I resolve not to die in the next minute.

Of course, life isn't always that easy.

Derek lets out a grisly howl and slips to his knees. I turn around. His face is purple, contorted in agony, and I almost feel bad.

But then he roars, "Cut the bitch!"

The door opens.

"You," I breathe.

Behind the looking glass, Derek was prepared to defer to the Alpha. The Alpha . . . no, it can't be. But it must be.

Hunter.

Except . . . no. Someone else follows her into the room―a taller, more muscular version of her.

"I want her dead!" Derek wails.

My eyes lock on the woman. She must be a few years older than Hunter and I―maybe even almost thirty.

Distracted―I am distracted.

I forgot how fast Hunter could move, because with lightning speed, she is suddenly behind me. A knife is pressed against my throat. I swallow.

"Tell us what you know," the older woman says.

What I . . . know? The confusion must be plain on my face.

"She's a better liar than the last one," the older woman remarks.

"Kill her!" Derek moans.

I really, really want to tell Derek to shut up.

"Really, Anise? The last one was hardly comparable," says Hunter from behind me, her breath on my ear.

Who is this girl? What is this place?

"The last what?" I bite out.

Is it bad that I'm attracted to Hunter right now, her knife at my throat, her lips at my jaw?

It might be a little worrisome. But I can't think of it now, as the woman named Anise fixes her glare on me. Intense―this is a little too intense for a random questioning. This feels almost like . . . an interrogation.

But what could that be for? They're the ones who took my mother.

Or are they? a little voice whispers. I quiet it.

How many enemies could I possibly have?

Well, you're the one who went looking for them.