Page 11 of My Bad Boy Alpha

Stiffening, I peered up at the smirk painted across Stone’s face and then toward the box.My stomach twisted and turned, my insides uneasy about whatever the hell was in this container.For all I knew, it was more of that damn pregnancy juice that he’d make me sit in for hours so I could get pregnant with his pups.

No, thank you.

I didn’t know what kind of facade they were all putting on, but I didn’t trust it at all.

Stone’s pack wasn’t nice, and he was even less so.He was a villain who had destroyed packs just to find me, take me, and then break me into small pieces.So I would bend my knee and obey him.

After nodding at me, James exited the house and shut the front door behind himself.Stone grabbed the box in one hand and my hand in the other, leading me back into the maze of hallways and into a large bathroom that could easily fit five she-wolves along with him.

“Is this where you invite your pack?”I hummed.

“You think very poorly of me,” he said, releasing my hand and beginning the water.

“Because you’re not nice.”

“You don’t know me, Z.”He opened the cardboard box and dumped the thin pieces of what looked like burned paper or petals into the warm bath water.Then, he held out his hand.“Take off your clothes and get in.”

I stared down at the grayish water, then snapped my gaze back up to him.“What is it?”

“There was no blood for you to bathe in, so I brought you their ashes.”

CHAPTEREIGHT

STONE

“Wh-what are you talking about?”Zuri stepped away from me, her fingers trembling and her lips quivering as she tried to enunciate more and more words.“Stone … whose ashes are these?”

“Your ex-packmates.”

She doubled over onto her knees and puked up her breakfast all over the ground, clutching her stomach.When she lifted her head to look back up at me, she dropped her gaze to the bowl of ashes and then puked again.

“Y-you killed them?”

“No.I locked them in a building and burned it.If I had killed them, I would’ve brought you their heads, too, but … we’re using the skulls for other matters.”That she probably doesn’t want to know about.

Once she finally came back up for air, she rolled over onto her ass and glared up at me through teary eyes.“Sophia was my manager!”Zuri shrieked.“And one of my friends.How could you do such a thing?!”

“Sophia was just as much your bully as they all were,” I growled through my canines.

“She was nice to me,” my mate argued.

But she had become so blind to it all, so used to the constant bullying from her packmates that she accepted any niceness.She couldn’t see how fake Sophia was, couldn’t understand that no matter how bad it had gotten, Sophia would’ve never fired Zuri’s sister.

She hadn’t cared about Zuri.Plain and simple.

“Being nice doesn’t mean she was your friend,” I said.“And it certainly doesn’t mean that she deserved to live.She burned, just like the rest of them, and she died like all the men, women, demons, wolves, vampires that had been liars and cheats before her.”

“But—”

“No friend could do that to you.And I won’t allow anyone to treat you that way,” I growled, refusing to give Zuri any less than what she deserved.

Fucking kindness—not being bullied and spit on, kicked and name-called—was what every creature deserved.

Not the shitty packmates that had called themselves Zuri’s friends.

I crouched down in front of her.“Do you want to know why everyone fears me?”

“Because you’re fucking psychotic!”she shrieked, scrambling back on her ass until she hit a wall.She wrapped her arms around her body and glared harder at me.“Trying to get me to bathe in my pack’s ashes.”

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