Alpha alec's redemption (Sadie) novel Chapter 327

I walk out of the dungeon with blood drying on my hands and a hurricane twisting in my chest.

The interrogation gave me nothing. Nothing but more questions. Nothing but more rage. Nothing but more pressure sitting squarely on my ribs like a stone trying to crack them open.

I wipe my hands on my pants, even though the stains won’t come off, but it just feels weird having her blood staining my hands. It feels almost wrong.

Behind me, Lola’s sobs echo down the hallway, but I don’t look back. I can’t.

Raven follows silently at first, her steps soft and careful, like she’s approaching a wounded animal.

“Sadie,” she whispers.

I stop walking. Mostly because my legs suddenly feel too damn heavy to move.

She steps closer until she’s directly in my line of sight. Her gaze is steady, but I can see the concern pooling under it.

“You okay?” she asks.

A humorless, ugly laugh escapes me.

“Do I look okay?”

“No,” she says plainly.

And there it is. No sugarcoating. No cushioning. Just the truth.

It somehow makes the ache in my chest a little worse and a little lighter.

We make it out of the dungeon and end up in her room. She sits me down on her bed before sitting beside me, thigh pressed to mine and then she waits.

Raven knows me well enough by now to know I’ll talk eventually. After I’ve sorted the mess in my head and gotten rid of the noose around my throat.

And after a full minute of trying and failing to steady my breathing, the words tumble out raggedly.

“And the worst part? ” I whisper. “I felt her before I saw her. Something wrong. Something… off. Did you feel it?”

Raven’s eyes widen, almost as if she’s relieved I said it first.

I knew it. I felt it, and part of me had convinced me that it was my jealousy talking, but hearing Raven say it confirms what my instincts screamed, sends chills running across my skin.

Raven continues. “It’s like she’s cloaked in something. Or someone has touched her with something dark. I can’t explain, but it’s there.”

Her words coil around my gut like wire because all the while we were down in the dungeon, I’d felt the same thing.

“Did you see her eyes glow?” I ask. “Because I swear, for a moment when I was torturing her, I saw them glow.

“No, I didn’t… but I felt like she was holding back for some reason. I can’t fucking explain it, but it feels she was restraining herself.”