Page 26 of Stalked By the Alphas
Looking down at my watch, I inhale deeply. Hazel’s heat is due any day now. We know from watching her that she deals with it on her own. Not once has she taken an alpha to her bed to knot her until her heat retreats, and a damned good thing too. Those alphas would find themselves without a dick if that were the case. The thought of her slick-filled pussy crying out for an alpha’s knot makes my dick go hard. I want nothing more than to see her through this heat, but we have to wait. Or do we? Her biology will be screaming for an alpha. She will be naturally delirious. Who is to say shewould even know we were really there if we went to her and claimed her over and over again, disappearing during her lucid moments, only to return and ravage her?
It’s a thought. One that sits quite nicely with me.
But first, we need to get rid of this arsehole before Hazel decides he is the alpha for the job this season.
Not on my watch. Not a fucking chance in hell will he get his dick anywhere near her pussy while I’m alive to stop it.
My jaw clenches with barely contained rage. Her petite frame is shaking with sobs as she clings to him. He’s murmuring something to her, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. The intimacy of the scene makes my blood boil.
After what feels like an eternity, Hazel pulls back slightly. Ayden cups her face gently, thumbs wiping away the moisture. He says something that makes her nod, then guides her back to the shop with a protective arm around her shoulders.
This is not how things were supposed to go. Hazel was meant to be isolated, vulnerable. Instead, she’s found comfort in the arms of this stranger with bad intentions.
I pull my phone out and dial Noah.
He answers on the first ring. “What?”
“I want that fucker gone,” I growl aggressively.
“The detective dick?”
“Who else?”
“What’s he done?”
“Apart from existing in Hazel’s sphere. He is with her now, comforting her after she has had a meltdown over that bastard masked magician doll.”
A pause.
Then, he says, “Tell me you are joking?” I can hear the tightness in his words, which means I’ve pushed a button that has no reset. I smile. Ayden is a dead alpha walking.
Noah’s voice is cold and deadly as he responds. “I’ll take care of it. Give me thirty-six hours.”
“Make it twenty-four,” I hiss. “I want him gone before Hazel’s heat hits.”
“Consider it done,” Noah says and hangs up without another word.
I stare at the bookshop, imagining all the ways I’d like to make that detective suffer. But Noah is better at handling these delicate situations. He’ll make sure Ayden disappears without a trace. If it were left to me, I’d smash his face in until even his own mother wouldn’t recognise him.
But for now, I need to focus on Hazel. Her reaction to the masked magician was stronger than I’d expected, which means her descent into madness is getting closer.
As I walk away from the bookshop, I can’t help but think back to my earlier musing. Hazel’s heat is imminent. She’ll be vulnerable and needy. It could be the perfect opportunity to make our move without her even knowing. If we plan it perfectly, be there while she is delirious and away when she is lucid, making it seemlike fevered dreams, it will slowly unravel her even further.
The more I think about this plan, the more I like it. Hazel Bishop will be ours, and anyone who stands in our way will regret it.
17
HAZEL
Ayden takesmy hands in his. “Can you tell me what happened?”
I take a shuddering breath. “It’s nothing. I’m sorry. I’m tired and I just needed to break down for a moment. I’m okay. Really.”
Ayden frowns. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” I muster a shaky smile. “Maybe I should close up and go back home to sleep. I think… I think my heat is coming.” I add, mortified that I just blurted that out, and more so that until this moment, with all the paranoia and stress, I’d forgotten it was coming.
“Oh, okay,” he says, as if he understands. Maybe he does. Maybe he is used to being around pre-heat omegas. That thought doesn’t sit well with me. Not that there is anything wrong with alphas going through their ruts with omegas they aren’t mated to or helping omegas get through their heats, it’s just not something Iwant to think about him doing. I don’t want to think about him doing that with me. I do this alone. Always have, and probably at this rate, I always will. I’ve got my knotty vibrator to see me through, and it’s fine.
