Chapter 6 The Alpha’s Wolves
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Leila
The knock comes again.
Harder this time.
Not the polite kind people use when they’re unsure.
The kind that says the person on the other side has already decided the door is opening.
My heart starts pounding.
I don’t move.
“Leila Marshall,” the voice calls again, calm but heavy with authority. “We know you’re inside.”
Fantastic.
My brain immediately starts running through terrible options.
Option one: open the door and cooperate.
Option two: jump out the window and run like a feral raccoon.
Unfortunately, I live on the third floor.
And I’m fairly sure raccoons are better climbers than I am.
I slowly step toward the door.
My instincts are buzzing again. That strange feeling under my skin.
Like something inside me senses the danger before my brain does.
“Who are you?” I ask through the door.
A brief silence.
Then the man answers, voice steady.
“Lucas Timberwolf.”
The name hits me like cold water.
I remember it from the article.
Beta.
Cousin.
Right-hand man.
My stomach sinks.
Oh, this is not good.
“Why are you here?” I ask.
Another voice speaks up behind him.
Lower. Rougher.
“Because you were seen leaving the motel with someone you shouldn’t have met.”
I grip the door handle harder.
My mind spins.
The motel.
That means they know about last night.
Which means this Alpha apparently has a surveillance team watching his hookups.
Healthy.
Very normal behaviour.
“Look,” I say carefully, “if this is about the bar—”
“Open the door, Leila.”
Lucas’s voice cuts through the sentence like a knife.
I unlock the door slowly.
When I pull it open, two massive men fill the hallway.
Both were wearing dark jackets.
Both built like they could bench-press my entire apartment building.
The one standing closest must be Lucas.
Tall.
Sharp jaw.
Dark hair tied back loosely.
His eyes lock on mine immediately.
Cold.
Evaluating.
Like he’s trying to figure out if I’m a threat or just an inconvenience.
The man beside him looks even bigger.
Bald. Thick beard. Silent.
Definitely the type who breaks furniture for fun.
Lucas studies my face for a moment.
Then his gaze drops slightly.
Not in a creepy way.
More like he’s… searching for something.
His eyes narrow.
Interesting. He says
“What?” I snap.
“If you’re going to stare, at least explain why.”
His eyebrow lifts slightly.
Apparently, sarcasm wasn’t the reaction he expected.
Good.
I cross my arms.
“Do you people make a habit of showing up at women’s apartments like this?”
Lucas exhales slowly.
“Only when necessary.”
“And why exactly is it necessary today?”
His eyes flicker with something I can’t quite read.
Then he says it.
“You spent the night with our Alpha.”
The words land like a brick.
I lean against the doorframe.
“Your Alpha gave me a different name.”
Lucas doesn’t look surprised.
“That sounds like him.”
“Does it?”
“Sometimes.”
I shake my head.
“Look, whatever this is, I didn’t sign up for it.”
The big man beside him snorts quietly.
Lucas ignores it.
“This isn’t about you. He says
“Then what is it about?” I ask
He studies me again.
Longer this time.
And suddenly that strange humming feeling under my skin spikes again.
Like static electricity crawling along my arms.
Lucas notices.
His eyes sharpen immediately.
“Well,” he says slowly….That’s… interesting.
My stomach tightens.
“Stop saying things like that.” I snap
“Like what?” he asks
“Like you’re observing a lab experiment,” I reply
The big man chuckles.
Lucas doesn’t.
Instead, he leans slightly closer.
And for a split second his expression changes.
Confusion.
Then suspicion.
“Did anything unusual happen after you left the motel?” he asks.
I blink.
“What kind of question is that?”
“Answer it.”
The command in his voice makes my spine stiffen.
“No.”
His jaw tightens slightly.
“Leila—”
“Don’t ‘Leila’ me.” You don't even know me, wait how the f**k do you even know my name
I step fully into the doorway now.
That's not your business. he says
“You show up at my apartment, demand answers, and expect me to just cooperate?”
His eyes flash briefly.
For the first time, there’s a hint of respect in them.
“Most people wouldn’t argue with me like this.”
I shrug.
“Most people probably aren’t sleep-deprived and confused about why someone is stalking them.”
The big man laughs again.
Lucas shoots him an annoyed glance before turning back to me.
“You’re not in trouble.”
“That’s comforting,” I say dryly. “But it’s also clearly a lie.”
He sighs quietly.
Like he’s deciding how much to tell me.
Finally, he speaks.
“Our Alpha needs to see you.”
I laugh.
The sound comes out sharper than I expected.
“Yeah, I heard that part.”
“And?” he says
“And nothing.”
Lucas stares at me.
“You’re refusing?”
“Correct,” I tell him
The big man mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like bold girl.
Lucas rubs the bridge of his nose.
“You don’t understand the situation.”
“Then explain it.”
Silence stretches between us.
Then Lucas says something that makes my pulse skip.
“You may have information that concerns the Alpha’s bloodline.”
My stomach drops.
Bloodline.
That word again.
“I’m pretty sure my medical history isn’t his business,” I say carefully.
Lucas doesn’t respond right away.
Instead, he watches me.
Closely.
Then his voice lowers slightly.
“Have you felt sick today?”
My heart stutters.
I force my expression to be neutral.
“No,” I answer
A lie.
But he doesn’t call it out.
His eyes flick toward my stomach for half a second.
Then back to my face.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
A muscle in his jaw tightens.
Finally, he straightens.
“We’re not asking anymore.”
My eyebrows shoot up.
“Oh?”
“You’re coming with us.”
I lean against the doorframe again.
“Or what?”
The hallway goes very quiet.
Lucas steps closer.
Just… close enough that I can see the faint scar along his jaw.
His voice drops low.
“Or this situation becomes a lot more complicated than it needs to be.”
My instincts scream.
Danger.
And yet something inside me pushes back just as hard.
“I’m not scared of you,” I say.
Lucas studies me for a long moment.
Then surprisingly…
He smiles.
Not friendly.
More like impressed.
“That might be your first mistake.”
He turns toward the stairwell.
“Bring her.”
The big man steps forward immediately.
I raise both hands.
“Okay, hold on.”
They pause.
I sigh dramatically.
“If I go with you people, will you at least tell your Alpha that kidnapping women isn’t a great look politically?”
Lucas glances back.
The corner of his mouth twitches slightly.
“You can tell him yourself.”
My stomach flips.
Great.
Because apparently my morning now includes a meeting with the most feared Alpha in the region.
The same man whose mouth was on mine less than twelve hours ago.
The same man who walked out of that motel room like I was nothing.
Lucas gestures toward the stairs.
“After you.”
I hesitate for half a second.
Then I grab my jacket and step into the hallway.
“Fine,” I mutter.
“Let’s go meet the tyrant.”
Neither of them corrects me.
And for some reason…
That makes the knot in my stomach tighten even more.
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