Chapter 6
Alpha Jackson remained silent for a long moment, his gaze dark and unreadable–until Yvonne’s violent coughing from the bedroom shattered the tense quiet. Her wails for him followed soon after, growing louder, more desperate.
Finally, he moved.
Without sparing me another glance, he strode toward the bedroom.
That was my cue to leave.
I took one last look at the place we had once shared–our home, our memories, now reduced to nothing but hollow walls–then quietly closed the door behind me.
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My wolf itched to bolt, to put as much distance between me and this place as possible, but I forced myself to remain calm. I had left in a hurry, packing only a few essentials. As I walked, I scrolled through
my contacts and found my old landlord’s number.
Back then, we had gotten along well, and she had once told me, “If you ever need a place again, just call me.”
I wasn’t sure if she had meant it, but at this point, I had nothing to lose.
The call connected on the second ring.
“Nicole! What a surprise!” she greeted warmly.
Relief flooded me. After a brief conversation, she confirmed she had a vacant room. A
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quick negotiation later, I was on my way, suitcase in tow.
The entire ride, my phone buzzed non–stop with calls and messages from Alpha Jackson.
I didn’t even hesitate.
Block.
By the time I signed the lease and unpacked, night had fallen. My stomach grumbled, reminding me that I had barely eaten all day.
I grabbed my keys, ready to head to the supermarket.
But the moment I stepped outside, the door across the hall creaked open.
A man stepped out, drying his damp hair
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with a towel.
I froze.
It was him.
The officer from the police station.
“What are you doing here?” I blurted out before I could stop myself.
He smirked, leaning against his doorframe with a casual ease that made my wolf stir uneasily.
“What? Am I not allowed to live here?” he asked, amusement lacing his tone.
Then, after a deliberate pause, his smirk widened.
“Or… do you think I’m following you?”
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I swallowed hard.
His voice was deep, smooth–too smooth. His piercing eyes, sharp as a predator’s, studied me like he was memorizing every reaction.
My instincts screamed at me.
I turned on my heel and fled to the elevator, his low chuckle trailing after me.
Even at the supermarket, I couldn’t shake the thought of him. I grabbed the wrong sauces, mixed up my groceries, nearly walked into a shelf at one point.
When I got back, the door across the hall was shut, much to my relief.
Still, for some reason, every time I thought of
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him, a shiver ran down my spine.
I had spent enough time around Alphas to know one when I saw one.
And that man?
He was dangerous.
By the time I unpacked my groceries, my phone buzzed again.
A new number.
I didn’t need to check. I already knew who it
was.
After four years, I knew Alpha Jackson too well.
Tired of the endless calls, I finally picked up.
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The moment the line connected, his voice crashed through like a storm.
“Nicole! Where are you?”
“Why haven’t you been answering your phone?!”
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been looking for you?!”
Gone was his usual cold, composed tone.
Now, he sounded desperate. Unhinged.
Lying on my bed, I stared at the ceiling and said the words I should have said long ago.
“Jackson, we’re done.”
Silence.
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Then-
“…No. No, we’re not.”
His voice wavered, like he couldn’t believe I had actually said it.
“Nicole, you promised you’d always stay by my side.”
“I love you. I’ve always loved you.”
“No, you don’t,” I murmured, shaking my head.
I knew what love felt like.
And whatever this was–this obsession, this control–wasn’t it.
“Nicole…” His voice cracked. “Why do you keep denying my feelings for you?”
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“Tell me where you are. Let me come to you, please.”
A soft knock at my door made me glance up.
“Jackson,” I said evenly, standing up. “Let’s just leave it at this.”
…Nicole, wait-
I hung up.
Padding over to the door, I took a deep breath before pulling it open.
And came face–to–face with that officer.
He smiled faintly, like we hadn’t just seen each other earlier.
“Hello, new neighbor,” he greeted smoothly.
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“I’m Zachary Simonds.”
I stared at him, utterly thrown.
He extended a hand, watching me with those sharp, knowing eyes.
“Funny coincidence–I just moved in, too.”
Then, his gaze flicked to the grocery bags in my hand.
“Looks like you went to the supermarket, he noted. “Mind lending me some soy sauce?”
What the hell?
Couldn’t he have bought some while he was there?!
