HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 30

CHAPTER 0030

Meadow’s POV:

I froze.

And so did Alaric.

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Neither of us dared to breathe.

The loud, unmistakable sound of glass breaking still echoed through the house.

Someone was in the house. And by the look on Alaric’s face, he wasn’t expecting anyone. Which meant that this was definitely a break–in.

I felt Alaric’s fingers twitch slightly on the back of my neck before he let go. His jaw tightened as his eyes shifted toward the open door. And then he moved, like something had snapped inside of him.

Or like he just realized he had an intruder.

He turned to me when he realized I was following him out the door. “Stay here,” he said, voice low and unreadable.

My mouth parted. “Alaric, what if—”

He shot me a look. Just one look, and it shut me up.

A silent “don’t test me.”

And then he turned and walked out. But there was no way I was going to stay back while something bad might happen. I had to call the police or something.

But my phone was downstairs. Shit.

I walked back toward the bed, remembering how Alaric had tossed his on it. It was still there. I picked it up, and then hurried out of the room.

My heart beat hard against my ribs as I descended the stairs, careful not to let my footsteps echo. I’d typed the emergency number on Alaric’s phone already, in case anything went awry.

When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I paused, holding on to the banister. I could hear movement. Alaric’s heavy footsteps…

And a low groan.

“Shit,” a voice slurred from the kitchen. It was a man’s voice, and it sounded angry.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Alaric sounded even angrier than the other man did.

He knew who it was. Of course, he did. This was a mansion with high security. No one would ever be able to break in without him getting alerted.

Slowly, I made my way to the kitchen, stopping at the corner so I could listen in.

The deep voice rang out again.

“Jesus, Ric. Are you ever gonna answer your fucking phone? So fucking rude, man, I swear. I’m your…” he trailed off. I heard him gag.

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CHAPTER 0030

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Alaric cursed. “Throw up on my fucking floor, Nolan, and I swear to fucking god, I will fucking kill you.”

Okay…

First of all, I wasn’t sure I’d ever heard Alaric curse that much in one sentence before. And second…

Who on earth was that?

The man let out a lazy chuckle. “Heard from Mom you got hitched. And you didn’t think to invite your own family? Oof, brother. My feelings are hurt.”

Brother?

I blinked, my brain stuttering.

Alaric… had a brother?

Mel had mentioned him having a family, but I never thought that they would be so near to us. Or that they’d be close enough to him that they had access to his house.

“That’s none of your business. Get the hell off my floors.‘

“Can’t. I’m piss drunk.”

Okay, now I had to see for myself. Before I could talk myself out of it, I rounded the corner into the kitchen-

And walked myself into a fucking mess. Literally.

A loud gasp tore from my throat as something sharp pierced into my foot and I slipped on the floor that I had no idea was wet.

“Meadow–Fuck!” Alaric cursed.

He was across the kitchen in seconds. Too late, though.

I didn’t even register the pain at first, just the sudden sting under my foot and the shock of hitting the ground, the bitter scent of bourbon flooding my nostrils. I’d landed mostly on my side, not directly on the glass, thank goodness. But I could feel the sharp burn from where a shard of glass had caught my feet.

Alaric was already kneeling beside me, his arm sliding beneath my back, the other hooking around my knees.

I registered his warmth as he lifted me like I weighed nothing and carefully placed me on the counter. His movements were clipped and when he pulled back to look at me, his jaw was tight.

“You didn’t hit your head?” he asked, voice low and full of command.

I shook my head, wincing. “No, I…just my foot. I slipped on the glass and-”

“I know what happened,” he cut in. His voice was cold as ice, but not unkind. “Stay there.”

And then he turned and went to the sink. Alaric’s brother moaned sleepily somewhere on the ground, but I didn’t turn. I didn’t dare.

I’d already disobeyed Alaric by coming down when he asked me to stay in the room, and now I was hurt. The least I could do was to just sit there, like he said.

I heard Alaric open the cabinets under the sink like he was looking for something, and when he reappeared, it was with a black box that I hadn’t really noticed before. First aid.

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Not like I was in the kitchen much.

His entire demeanor was tense as he dropped it next to me on the counter, muscles shifting under his skin as he moved. He still seemed calm and controlled as always, but now, there was an edge to it.

Yeah, he was definitely pissed at me.

Or his… brother?

Or maybe both of us.

He crouched down in front of me, gently lifting my injured foot with one hand. His touch was firm but careful.

I could feel the blood trickle down my heel.

Alaric exhaled through his nose. “You’re lucky you didn’t fall directly on the glass.”

He opened the kit, grabbing a few antiseptic wipes and a pair of tweezers. And maybe I was overthinking things, but… Alaric moved like he’d done this a thousand times before. It was like he knew exactly what to do and how to

do it.

Using the tweezers, Alaric pulled a small shard from my skin. I let out a small wince in response.

“I’m going to fucking kill him,” he muttered under his breath, voice dark and threatening.

He was angry, but somehow still managed not to snap at me. Something warm filled my chest. There had never been a time in my life when I wasn’t blamed for something that happened to me. Even with Tyler.

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