Alpha alec's redemption (Sadie) novel Chapter 272

I walk out of Sadie’s bedroom feeling completely pissed. Pissed at the situation and pissed at my reaction.

I stay outside her door for a minute, my hand still on the handle as I try to get my emotions under control. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes. I inhale slowly, filling my lungs and trying to let everything wash over me.

It doesn’t help. The turmoil inside me is still there, churning.

After a few seconds, I let go of the handle and stomp down the hallway. My thoughts are spinning so fast I barely register the pack members who bid me goodnight.

When I get to my room, I slam the door behind me. The sound echoes through the empty space, sharp and final. It hits me in the chest like a punch. I’m angry and shattered at the same time. I want to hit something. Someone. Anything to get rid of this suffocating feeling, like my heart is being run over by a damn truck—again and again and again.

I feel like a loose cannon, seconds from exploding. The pressure has built so fast it leaves me shaking with rage.

Grabbing fistfuls of my hair, I start pacing the room.

I should be happy. I should be ecstatic—over the fucking moon. But why does it feel like I’m dying? Like I’m about to lose everything? Like I’m already losing a piece of myself?

I thought I had more time. Turns out I was just lying to myself.

“Alec,” Knox’s voice rumbles through my mind like an echo.

“I’m not in the mood, Knox,” I growl.

I really wasn’t. All I could think about was what Sadie just told me. It keeps replaying in my head like a broken record.

“We have to do something,” he continues, ignoring me.

“No shit, Sherlock,” I snap. “And what do you suggest we do? I’m all ears.”

He goes quiet for a moment before murmuring, “I don’t know.”

I stare at her. There’s something different about her. A glow I haven’t seen in a long time.

“Did you forget we just had the full moon?” Knox murmurs, and I nearly choke at the implication.

Right. Sadie had given Piper permission to spend the three days with Calvin.

I shut that train of thought down immediately. I do not need mental images of my sister and Calvin. Ever. It’s fucking gross.

“Is Calvin back in his cell?” I ask instead, hoping she kept her promise to Sadie.

It’s not that I don’t trust her—I trust Piper with my damn life—but she can be impulsive. Headstrong. She leaps before she looks.

“He is,” she replies simply. But there’s no sadness in her tone this time. Not like before.