The Alpha's Gamble - Chapter 32: Chapter 32

The ventilation screeched like a broken engine, smaller clouds puffed out before it eventually stopped altogether and the fresh air was circulating, making the wolfsbane less potent. It took a few minutes before I could see clearly again. It still felt as though the poison was eating away on my insides and my skin was beet red with blisters forming along my arms and neck, but my vision was slowly returning.
It was quiet when I closed my eyes, I rubbed them and bit back the sobs wanting to see whatever the fuck that was happening. When I opened them again, I wished the wolfsbane had blinded me. Partly at least. It was a massacre. Dead bodies and limbs scattered everywhere. Heads torn off, blood covered the floor like a carpet, and you couldn’t see any of the wood under our feet. Standing with his tail to the wall, his fur coated in blood and intestines, pieces of flesh still lodged in his canines, was Onyx. His tongue circled his lips and he licked at his snout to clean off, but the snarls were vicious and loud.
He took up a third of the bar and I saw now that the door hadn’t just come off, Onyx busted through it, a big hole where there had been a wall.
Loga hung his head and Onyx stepped up to him, a loud growl made all of us wince and hang our heads, exposing our necks in submission.
It was a warning call; Logan nodded his head and Onyx took off, but not before turning his head and looking at me. That wasn’t Onyx’s gaze though, it was Noah’s, looking at me through the eyes of his wolf.
Logan and Nate walked to the door, dragging their feet in shame, and I walked after them. Before exiting the bar, I looked over my shoulder, Volokov took up the corner, his grey eyes glimmering as he looked at me, and I saw the contours of his lids pressing down as he furrowed his brows.
I knew it’s not the end, we just pissed of the strongest werewolf in existence, and if Volokov had a pack of his own- which I prayed he didn’t- we’re fucked.
Logan got in the car, followed by Nate, and I slid in the back. We drove back home in silence, shame and regret. I was not looking forward to meeting Noah, he just massacred at least twenty humans. Because we were there, because he was protecting his own.
Back at the mansion we all got out and Nate and Logan headed inside in silence while I dragged my feet wanting to run the other way. Maybe if I hurried into my room and locked the door I’d be fine. Or maybe Noah would just break it down again. I couldn’t risk that, the blame would fall on me, not them. They could do no wrong in my mother’s eyes.
And with her new rings, no, it wasn’t worth it.
The entryway was empty, I didn’t hear any voices other than the maids cleaning in the kitchen and the chef preparing dinner.
It smelled good, we’re having steak tonight with something garlicy, I bet a hundred bucks that it’s my mother’s garlic infused potato bake. She said it’s the sure cure to make a man fall in love with you, but Jack wasn’t the one she was trying to sway, she already had him wrapped around her finger. She was trying to bribe Noah and Logan. That thought put a smile on my face, the guys hated her guts, she was never making friends with them.
When I made it up to the chamber floor, I heard Logan’s door shutting and hurried to my room. The second I touched the handle I breathed and opened the door, knowing I was finally getting some peace. Once inside I could just pretend to be asleep and ignore everyone for the foreseeable future.
The door slid open and a thick, heavy energy clouded my head and sent a rush of adrenaline to my heart.
He stood with his back towards me, staring out the window with his hands clasped behind his back.
Noah had showered, his wet hair was combed back with thick waves and droplets of water went down his neck and disappeared under his shirt.
“Close the door.” He said without turning.
My fingers were stiff around the handle, but I let the door fall shut and then took a deep breath. The bed was made, and pillows had been fluffed, the thought of taking a shower and crawling under the covers almost made me moan.
Anger radiated from him even if his shoulders were relaxed and he looked calm. He was always terrifyingly calm, always in control.
Maybe I should do some damage control.
“Noah-“
He shifted on his feet and was across the room before I could blink. My back pressed against the door and his fingers wrapped around my throat with a light squeeze as he towered over me. His eyes obsidian as he glared into mine and a frown formed between his brows.
Always in control, that’s what I just said, that’s how it had always been. But it looked like the control was slipping and I hadn’t seen that happen, which meant I didn’t know what to expect. It wasn’t something I wanted to learn.
“Don’t speak.” The order fell from his lips in a dark husky tone, but the anger was too noticeable not to react to. “Don’t say a fucking word.”