ALEC’s POV
“She's lying,” I muttered, gripping the leather steering wheel until it creaked beneath my hands.
“b***h!” I hissed, fighting against the primal urge within me. I willed the darkness in my mind to retract, but they remained defiantly extended, a cruel reminder of my hunger, which was intensifying with every passing moment. My muscles cramped, a taut reminder of my desperate need. The hatred, the longing to kill again ate me alive. I wanted her so much that it hurts.
Whore!
But she was a smart one. I'll give her that.
The kids were cute. Sweet, even. But Catherine—whatever her real name was—had too many shadows in her eyes for a typical struggling mom. I could almost feel her hatred towards me. Like I owed her the f*****g Eifel Tower,
No. No, something was off.
The way she
