Filed To Story: Destined Bond with My Forbidden Alpha Novel (Alpha Alexander & Selene)
[Present]
Galen closed his eyes and took as deep a breath as possible with Alexander’s arm against his throat.
“I was going to stop her from killing Fiona,” he said.
Alexander growled.
“How!”
Galen swallowed.
“By killing her first.”
Alexander clenched his jaw and stared angrily at Galen. He roared loudly and then snarled before dropping him to the ground.
Galen fell like a ragdoll, crumpling on the floor as Alexander gripped the ends of Galen’s desk and flipped the entire thing into the wall. Papers and office supplies flying everywhere.
Alexander growled and snarled as he smashed the desk to pieces and then did the same to Galen’s chair.
Galen didn’t move. He just sat on the ground, waiting for Alexander to return to him and exact whatever punishment he saw fit.
After tearing apart every piece of furniture in the office, Alexander hunched over and let out another angry roar.
Several long silent moments passed between them.
Finally, Alexander stood up.
He took a deep breath and then looked at Galen with dark eyes.
Galen looked away.
“The training grounds are fully operational again,” Alexander said, clenching his jaw as he paused. “Tomorrow, you will repeat the non-lethal disarmament and takedown training sessions. Every single one of them.”
Alexander took a step towards the door.
“That’s it?” Galen asked.
Alexander stopped.
“What were you expecting?” he asked.
Galen swallowed.
“If it were Bell… if you had threatened Bell like that… I would have killed you.”
“No, you wouldn’t have,” Alexander said.
“I would have hurt you.”
“No, you wouldn’t have,” Alexander sighed.
“Yes…” Galen insisted with a slight growl in his voice. “I would.”
“No,” Alexander said, turning to Galen, his eyes still angry. “You would have wanted to. You would have thought about it. You would have at least hit me once. But then you’d stop for the same reason I did.”
“Why?”
“Because we’re fucking brothers, Galen!” Alexander growled. “And as fucked up as it is for my brother to threaten to kill my wife—!”
Alexander paused to take a deep breath as his rage flared up once more.
“—He’s still my brother.”
Alexander headed once more toward the door.
“Alexander, I’m so–”
“I won’t soothe your guilt, Galen,” Alexander said without looking back. “I understand why you did it. I understand you were scared for mom. But it was the wrong choice, you know it. So you deal with it.”
“He is insisting that he needs to go to Europe,” Holden sighed with irritation in his voice.
“Do you know why?”
“He only said that his father hid something from him, that it might be in Paris or Florence,” Holden sighed. “I told him that it wasn’t the right time for personal adventures, but he wouldn’t listen.”
“I got the impression that you didn’t like having Roman around,” the raspy voice called out.
“While it is true that I do not enjoy having him back,” Holden said. “He is still a part of your plan.”
“Yes,” the voice said. “But for right now, he can be free to play games with his father. There is still time before we are ready for the next phase.”
“And what about Tomas?” Holden asked. “It seems clear he is having difficulty following the plan, so what do we do with him?”
“Keep him under control by whatever means you deem fit,” the voice whispered. “Forget the rest of the lesser packs. We have enough. Let the others think they have a chance.”
“What about Burning Ember?” Holden asked.
“What about them?”
“They have…information about the packs we’ve already taken….” Holden said.
“Do you really think that Alexander and the annoying Winter dog don’t already know where the packs have ‘disappeared’ to?” The voice scoffed.
Holden clenched his jaw, hating to leave loose ends.
“Forget Burning Ember and the rest. Let them chase their tails, trying to figure out what we are planning. They will think we have been weakened or lost our momentum. They expect an attack any day. They will let down their guard when it does not come, and then we will strike.”
“As you say,” Holden bowed..
Holden turned to leave the room.
“What of your doll?” the voice asked suspiciously.
“What about her?” Holden replied without turning.
“I’ve heard she came home on her own,” the voice smiled, “awake.”
Holden swallowed.
“Alice has returned to Wonderland,” he replied.
“I see,” the voice replied. “And where is she now?”
“She has returned to her tasks.”
A root tendril touched against Holden’s shoulder. He closed his eyes and took a slow, measured breath.
“And what of the time she spent away?” the voice rasped. “What sorts of adventures did she have on her own?”
Holden swallowed and licked his lips.
“Nothing of note,” he said.
The tendril slipped beneath his chin, and the rough texture of the root scratched and scraped as it moved across his throat.
“Would you tell me if there was something of note?” the voice asked, his words laced with unspoken meaning.
“I would tell you if there was anything to be concerned about,” Holden replied.
The tendril at his throat continued until it had wrapped around his head.
“Holden,” the voice whispered. “If your broken doll does anything to ruin my plans… I will let Roman have her.”
Holden swallowed and took a breath.
“She isn’t his type,” he said, attempting to keep his voice even.
“No…” the voice replied, “yet he shows a keen interest in her.”
Holden clenched his jaw at the playful tone of his master.
“Alice will not be a problem,” he said.
“She had better not be,” the voice whispered as the tendril slid away from Holden’s throat.
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