Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75: Yet Another Incident

After yet another police report taken in my name, I head home, falling asleep the moment I flop onto my couch. It’s only ten by then, yet feels so much later in the night.

A series of pounding knocks against my door wakes me up.

Disoriented and groggy, I roll off the couch, taking a quick gander at my phone. It’s only one in the morning.

Stumbling to the front door, I rub the sleep from my eyes and peer through the peephole.

Nothing.

The hallway stands empty, bathed in the sickly glow of fluorescent lights. But it shouldn’t be empty. Someone was just banging on my door.

Sleepiness evaporates, replaced by a surge of adrenaline. I hold my breath, straining to hear any sound beyond the door.

A shadow flickers at the edge of my vision. I blink, certain I’ve imagined it. But no—a figure clad in black steps into view, their face obscured. My pulse pounds in my ears as I backpedal, fumbling for my phone.

Rustling. Clinking. Metal scraping against metal.

Someone’s picking my lock.

With trembling fingers, I dial 911. The dispatcher’s calm voice floods my ear.

"911, what’s your emergency?"

"Someone’s trying to break into my apartment," I whisper, eyes fixed on the door. "I’m alone. Please hurry."

"Officers are on their way," she assures me. "Stay on the line. Are you in a safe place?"

I grab a kitchen knife, its weight too light to give me any real sense of safety. It’s not like Penelope’s set, which is heavier and more durable. "I don’t know. Should I hide?"

"If you can get to a room with a lock, do so now. Otherwise, find a place out of sight of the door."

A shout erupts from the hallway, followed by a heavy thud. I jump, nearly dropping the phone.

"What was that?"

"I don’t know," I breathe. "Are the officers here?"

"Not yet. Stay where you are."

But curiosity overrides caution. I creep toward the door, drawn by the sounds of a scuffle outside. Muffled grunts and the dull impact of fists meeting flesh reach my ears.

I press my eye to the peephole, breath catching in my throat.

Logan.

He’s pinned the stranger to the ground.

"Ma’am?" The dispatcher’s voice snaps me back to reality. "What’s happening?"

"Someone caught him."

"Do not open the door," she warns. "Wait for the officers."

But I know I’m safe. Logan’s here.

I throw the lock and yank the door open. Logan stands over the unconscious form of the intruder, chest heaving as he catches his breath. His eyes meet mine, a mix of relief and concern etched across his features.

"Are you okay?" he asks, voice rough.

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