Page 56 of Stalked By the Alphas
Noah gestures for us to stop, cocking his head to listen.
A shiver goes over me. Something isn’t right. I don’t know how to explain it, but it istooquiet.
Carter’s eyes narrow as he scans the building. “Something’s off,” he mutters, echoing my own thoughts.
Noah nods grimly.
We approach the boarded-up entrance cautiously. Carter tests one of the planks, finding it loose. With a grunt, he yanks a few of them free, creating an opening just large enough for us to squeeze through.
The interior is pitch black. I fumble for my phone, switching on the flashlight. The beam illuminates a decrepit hallway, dust swirling in the air.
We move silently through the abandoned school, our senses on high alert. Every scuff on the bare concrete floor sounds too loud.Where is Hazel? Is she even here?
A faint sound catches my attention - a muffled mewl from below. My heart races. Hazel.
Carter hears it, too. His eyes flash dangerously as he picks up the pace, heading for a door at the end of the hall. It opens to reveal a set of stairs leading down into darkness.
The mewling grows louder as we descend. My griptightens on the machete, rage building inside me. If that bastard has hurt her...
At the bottom of the stairs, we find ourselves in a dank cellar. The beam of my flashlight sweeps across the room, revealing nothing.
A cat jumps out at us, and I will deny all knowledge that it scared the living shit out of me.
“Fuck,” Noah growls. “She isn’t here. Leah lied to us!”
Carter curses violently, slamming his fist against the wall. “That bitch! I’ll make her pay for this.”
I feel the rage building inside me, threatening to consume everything. My vision blurs as I struggle to maintain control. I grip the machete tighter and then curl my free hand into a fist. I slam it into the wall, wishing it was this masked magician arsehole’s face. Over and over, I pound my fist into the wall, barely feeling the pain as my knuckles split open.
“Zach, stop!” Noah grabs my arm, forcing me to lower it. “This isn’t helping Hazel.”
Hazel.
I slump against the wall, breathing heavily. He’s right, but the rage is crushing me. It needs an outlet. Every second we waste is another second Hazel is in danger.
Carter paces the small cellar like a caged animal, radiating fury. He yanks his phone out and starts dialling. It rings out, and the constant noise irritates the devils. Turning on my heel, I run back up the steps andacross the school rooms, bursting back outside, gulping in lungfuls of air.
Turning in a circle, drawing in deep breaths, I try to latch onto Hazel’s sweet scent. I can smell the rotting wood, the damp walls, the grass and wildflowers overgrown, but there is nothing to say that either Hazel or her captor are here. There is no alpha or omega scent anywhere except for mine, Carter’s and Noah’s. My keen photographer’s eyes scan the surroundings, seeing the decrepit sign swinging loose from one pole nearby. I cross over to it and pull it up.Westmoor School for Boysis written in a fancy script that makes the dilapidated nature of this building even more sad.
Something is wrong. All wrong. Why would Leah lie? Why would she send us on a wild goose chase?
Unless, she didn’t...
35
HAZEL
I starein horror at the face of David Johnson, my mind reeling as memories I’d long suppressed come flooding back. His cruel smile, his rough hands, the pain...
“There’s my girl,” he murmurs, caressing my cheek. I flinch away from his touch. “Still so beautiful, Hazel.”
“Please,” I whisper, my voice cracking. “Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone, I swear.”
He chuckles darkly. “Oh, Hazel, you’re not going anywhere. We have so much lost time to make up for.”
My stomach churns as he runs his hands over my breasts, smearing his cum into my skin. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out the sensations.
“Look at me,” he growls, gripping my chin.
