The Rogue Alpha and the Werewolf King (by Hailey Kristine) novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83

Warrick’s POV

After 1 shower I step out into my room, relieved to see that Hadley actually listened to me and has left me alone. I put on my bowers and some sweatpants and sigh i wish that I could fix this messed up situation, but

I am not even sure where to start. Everything seems to be going to sh*t.

1 guess I’ll start with the damn night stand“1 mumble to myself, while making my way to the side closest to the bathroom door. I dig around and find nothing. There isn’t much in there, just some old condoms and lube

I walk towards the other side of the bed. This side is my primary sleeping side, so when i start to dig through the nightstand there are actually valuable items. I carefully place them on my bed. My fathers tiny gold

dagger, that has been passed down for at least 4 generations, his ‘lucky‘ coin, fingernail polish that Tali and

Nali stole from our mother and painted my nails with. I still remember the joy shining on their faces during

the session and the laughter that followed when I showed them my finished nails. There is a small picture

book and a few other trinkets that are there for the memories.

After I emptied all drawers to the nightstand I huff, and look at the stuff laying on my bed. Nothing seems

different, so begin to inspect the nightstand as a whole. When I lift it up I see petals laying on the floor.

Turning it on its side I see it.

There is a small bunch of flowers, with a symbol painted on the bottom of the night stand. It is a circle with

my name on one end with something that is akin to an arrow pointing to Hadley’s name on the opposite end

of the circle. The herb bunch is sitting in the middle of the circle, and I don’t have to research to know what

this is. An extra precaution for the love potion that i have been somehow ingesting.

What angers me most is the writing in which our names are in. I recognize it instantly from the little notes I

receive. It’s Hadley’s handwriting, with the big swoops and extra spirals, it’s definitely hers.

1 grab a scrap piece of paper and pinch the herbs in it, not knowing what they will do if I touch them. Then I grab my father’s dagger and s***h across the circle, breaking the binding. It almost feels as if something inside me snaps in place, and it startles me as I realize how much this took hold of me.

“Jax look at your night stands to make sure there isn’t a spell there.” Iminlink to Jax. I began to place everything back the way it was, knowing that if Hadley came in here she would bolt. I want her to be

unknowing when I attack for messing with my head like she has been.

“There is a bunch of herbs tied together in one of my drawers.” Jax responds to m

“Don’t touch them, we can have one of Evan’s witches come and dispose of them, we don’t want to accidentally make matters worse.” I say down the link. I hear the humph in response, but nothing else.

If I had one and so does Jax, it’s only safe to assume that Evan does too. She seems to have grown close to Jax, maybe it’s just taking longer to take hold of her mind. I should check.

With that thought Viggo growls his agreement. I throw a t–shirt on and am out the door without another thought.

I walk down the quiet halls, knowing that most people are sleeping. It’s pretty late, so I try to keep silent. It’s easier said than done though because the stairs are creaky as hell. It’s a good thing that I have the pattern of the loudest squeaks down from when I would sneak out as a kid. I would be waking up the whole’castle with

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how much they would groan under my weight now if I didn’t.

My nerves get the best of me as I walk up to Evan’s room. What if she isn’t in there and I get caught going through her things? What if she is there and awake? Do I tell her what is going on or do I just march in and

not exqslam?

As I stop in front of her door I decide to knock. As my knuckle raps on the door and I wait, nobody comes to answer ! tune in and the sounds of steady breathing from within make my brown scrunch. Maybe this would be better. I turn the handle to find that it is unlocked and quietly open the door. Cringing when my breathing

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