The Alpha Slipped Inside The Wrong Sister novel Chapter 20

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Evie’s pov

The raging in my heart beats loudly and instantly it feels like the blood from my body has drained the

second his eyes pin me down. He was Ryan’s dad right hand man and he was not in his wolf form.

“Javon,” I gasped, scrambling to my feet as my heart races. He had not said a word when I slammed into him, not said a word while I scramble to my feet either. Just stared at me with that look of indifference.

“–

I swallowed my words. What am I to tell him? That I was escaping this hell hole? I couldn’t exactly tell him that or I would get punished. Severely.

I looked to my left sharply when I hear the sound of paws hitting the earth getting closer. The rest have joined us. My stomach twists with nerves.

I swallowed.

Did they tell Ryan?

Would he be mad? Would he even care?

My face flushes with embarrassment and nervousness. “Javon I-

“You have a head start,” he utters coldly just as the other four wolves that were chasing me down reach behind him. Their heads were lowered as if they had caught their prey, teeth glistening as they snarl into the night.

My little body trembles with fear.

My eyes flicker off them to stare at Javon whose eyes held no emotion. How can a person be this emotionless?

“What?” I whisper, unsure if to even speak up or not. He didn’t look very welcoming.

He towered over me a good few inches that made me have to crane my neck to look up at him. Something flashes in his eyes then. That fog that lets me know he was communicating with someone.

I stiffen. Was it Ryan? Was he coming here? Am I in big trouble?

The fog disappears and his eyes narrow down on me. “You have a head–start wolf less runt. Ryan ordered me to kill you.”

My heart stutters. Shatters and bleeds.

Ryan…..

Tears blurred my vision. As if rejecting me wasn’t enough…..now he wants me dead. Did he really not care about me at all anymore? Did he even ever?

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1 stumble back by Javon’s words, my eyes flickering briefly tot the other wolves that were still snarling. Saliva dripped out their mouths as though they were starving.

I bet they were starving for my blood.

“Rya-

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The words could barely come out my mouth as my throat closes up. My fingers tremble as I grip the bag strap and look at Javon helplessly.

He returns the look with a cold one which isn’t surprising. “You’re wasting time runt. It would be wise to,” he lowered his head a little as if he was trying to mock me and I believe he was. And then, the corner of his lip tilt up in a smirk that made a shard of glass aim straight to my heart.

“Run,” his eyes glint with that sadistic gleam that would make anyone cower in fear.

And that it did. My body reacts before my mind even could and I spin on my heels, bolting into the woods. Terror rips through my chest, paining me brutally but I can’t stop, not even to take a good inhale

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I run, ignoring the way the beaches tear at my skin or the way the bag on my back feels heavier. As I move deeper into the forest, I can’t help but let the tears flow freely.

What would be the point of holding them back? It’s not like they would move any of the wolves that are hunting me down.

Ryan ordered my death.

My heart squeezes painfully.

The thought echoes in my head many times, with each time crushing my chest.

Ryan, my best friend, my ex mate, ordered my death.

For years I’ve always been unloved, uncared for but he showed me the opposite. After all what my family did to me, how the pack treated me, I never dared to wish for death……..because he was worth living for. 1

But now.

He was the one who ordered my death.

And perhaps that should’ve made me succumb to my doom because what I wanted to live for….didn’t want me. However a fire flicker low in my stomach and heart. A fire to live,

To not give any one of them the satisfaction of me dying.

I just wanted to live. Not for him. But for myself.

So as pain blooms inside my chest my legs move me through the woods. I don’t dare look back. I don’t

dare slow down. And then I hear them. The thundering of their paws on the earth as they begin to chase

1. me.

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Growls slice through the air harshly as the wolves fan out. They were smart and very coordinated, cutting off paths before I can even take them. I’m their prey. And they’re the hunters. And they’re hunting me down.

My lungs burn and my vision blurs but I force myself to run. I weave through trees, ducked under branches and stumble over exposed roots. But the last root doomed me and I am sent on the forest ground. Hard.

Pain flares through my body, especially my face but I scramble to my feet. A second longer and my head would’ve been scarfed down. Hot breath brushes my calves and my heart skips.

They were close and if they wanted they could take me out. But they were playing with me. Playing with their meal.

They’ve been doing it for what I presume was hours.

Tears run down my cheeks blinding me for a second and I reach up to brush them away quickly. My bag drags me down, heavy and now useless to me. With a sob, I yank it off my shoulder and let it fall to the ground.

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