Page 28 of Stalked By the Alphas
Finally, my fingers brush against the soft fabric. With the last of my strength, I pull myself into the nest, collapsing onto the pillows. I curl into a tight ball, wrapping blankets around my trembling form as the shivers start with force. My mind is hazy, thoughts slipping away like sand through my fingers.
In my delirium, shadows seem to move at the edges of my vision. Are they real or just another hallucination? I whimper, burying my face in a pillow. I wish desperately for someone to hold me, to make me feel safe. But I’m alone, as always.
The ache inside me grows, an emptiness demanding to be filled. I fumble for the knotty vibrator, my movements clumsy and uncoordinated. I need release, something to take the edge off this all-consuming heat.
As I activate the toy, a sob escapes me. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. I shouldn’t feel so scared or so vulnerable during what should be a natural process. But the fear and paranoia have seeped into every part of me, tainting even this.
18
ZACH
“Areyou out of your fucking mind?”
I glare at Carter as he lays out his tentative plan for Hazel during her heat.
“Not even a little bit.” He stares at me with his knowing eyes, and I clench my jaw so tightly I give myself a headache. “You don’t even want to entertain this idea?”
That’s the trouble. I do. Fuck me, I do. To know that we had her during her heat without her even really being aware of us driving our cocks into her is so tantalising, I can practically taste it. It is what she deserves. It is what we deserve. So why am I so angry about it?
I struggle to contain my conflicting emotions. “It’s too risky,” I growl. “We could ruin everything we’ve worked for.”
Carter stands in the empty house, our voices echoing around us, studying me with those calculating eyes. “Or it could be exactly what we need to push herover the edge. Think about it, Zach. Her mind is already fragile, her body desperate for an alpha’s touch. We give her what she craves, then vanish like a fever dream. It will shatter what’s left of her grasp on reality.”
His words paint a vivid picture in my mind. Hazel, flushed and needy, crying out for us as we take her again and again. The imagery is almost too irresistible and makes my cock rage with lust.
But still, doubt gnaws at me. “What if she realises it’s real? What if she fights back or calls for help?”
“She won’t,” Noah interjects, looking up from his laptop, where he is busy plotting Donoghue’s ultimate demise. “In her current mental state, combined with heat delirium, she’ll be completely malleable. We’ll be nothing more than shadows in her mind, indistinguishable from hallucination. When she is lucid after the knots, we will vanish, and she will think it was just a dream.”
“Won’t she catch our scent on her?”
“Not if we clean her up before we leave,” Carter argues.
Fuck.
I run a hand through my hair, torn. The alpha in me is roaring to claim what’s ours, to finally sink my cock into that soft pussy. But another part of me, the part that still remembers lazy summer days and her carefree laugh, thinks this is going too far. But then I remember violating her while she was drunk. I touched her inplaces I had no business even seeing, let alone feeling. How is this any different?
I slam my hand to my forehead. The conflict in my mind is at an all-time high. I can’t decide which devil I should listen to.
My hand drops as I let out a frustrated growl. “Fine. Let’s say we do this. How do we even get into her house? She locks it up tight when she’s inside.”
“I’m working on it,” Carter states coldly, but I know this is bugging him as well. It’s not as easy as waltzing in and out of her home without her or anyone else knowing about it. He moves closer, his voice low and intense. “Think about it, Zach. After all these years of waiting and planning, we’ll finally have her. We’ll be inside her, knotting her, claiming what’s rightfully ours, and she’ll be none the wiser. We will own her completely, and she won’t even know it.”
The alpha in me roars with approval at his words. I can almost taste her, smell her slick. My cock throbs painfully.
“Fuck,” I growl, my resolve crumbling. “Fine. But we need to figure out how we get in?—”
“Oh, fuck,” Noah says, standing up quickly from where he was sitting against the wall.
“What?” Carter says, turning to him.
“She’s already in her heat. Look.” He turns the laptop around to show us the spy cam in her bedroom, giving us a full view of Hazel naked in her nest.
“Jesus fuck,” I growl. “I thought we had more time?”
“Usually, I’d agree,” Noah states. “The stress of her growing anxiety must’ve kick-started it early.”
“Dammit!” I roar, slamming my fist into the wall, right next to the hole I made the other day. “Why didn’t we account for this?”
