Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85: Breaking News #2

"...and turn herself in. Nicole d’Armand, if you’re watching this, please do the right thing. For Nancy, for our unborn child, for all of us."

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The news anchor’s voice fades to a dull buzz in my ears. My stomach churns. No, I didn’t kill her. But I was there. I survived. And she didn’t.

The TV clicks off, plunging the room into silence. The black screen stares at me. Jim stands nearby, remote in hand, watching me with an unreadable expression.

"Why are you helping me?"

"I’m doing as I’m told. That is all."

I frown. "By who?"

Jim’s lips curl into a secretive smile. "Now that would be telling, wouldn’t it?"

The remote thumps onto the bed beside me as Jim tosses it at me. Then he saunters away, unperturbed by any of this situation, and settles back into his armchair.

Everything about him is the picture of relaxation as his eyes drift shut and he stretches out his legs, crossing them at the ankles. As if he hasn’t just kidnapped someone.

"Enjoy the show," he mumbles, already half-asleep.

I hesitate, eyeing the remote like it might bite. Part of me wants to hurl it at his smug face, but I resist. No point in antagonizing my captor. Instead, I inch up the bed, pulling the comforter over my legs. The pillows are soft against my back as I lean into them, trying to find a comfortable position despite the knot of anxiety in my stomach.

The TV flickers to life with a click. I scroll through channels, but no one else is currently covering anything about me.

I pause on a news station, my breath catching as Logan’s face fills the screen. The anchors’ voices wash over me, their words barely registering at first.

"...trial date moved to tomorrow. Have you ever seen anything like this, Tom?"

"Never in my career, Sam. Especially not at the defense’s request. It’s unprecedented."

"What kind of power do you think is behind this? To rush a trial like this..."

"It’s anyone’s guess, but it has to be substantial. And did you hear about Logan’s attorney, Marcus Ashby? The confidence he’s showing is remarkable."

"Absolutely. He claims the prosecution has no evidence and expects the charges to be dropped almost immediately. It’s a bold stance. But if he has the power to force a speedy trial like this, I’m starting to think there’s something to it, Tom."

My eyes flick to Jim, still seemingly asleep in his chair. His chest rises and falls steadily, but I can’t shake the feeling that he’s more aware than he’s letting on. I turn back to the TV, trying to glean any information I can about Logan’s situation.

"I don’t suppose you brought her litter box too?" I ask Jim, not really expecting an answer.

He cracks one eye open. "Bathroom. Under the sink. She’s figured out how to open the door to get in. Smart little thing."

I blink, surprised. "You... brought her litter box?"

"Like I said, didn’t want her to starve. Or make a mess." He closes his eye again, apparently done with the conversation.

I shake my head, bewildered. This whole situation is surreal. I’m being held captive in a luxury hotel room by a man who claims to be following orders from some mysterious higher power. I’m wanted for a murder I didn’t commit. My boyfriend—if I can even call Logan that—is facing trial tomorrow. And now my kitten is here, complete with her litter box.

It’s almost too much to process. I lean back against the pillows, absently stroking Princess Paws as she climbs onto my lap. The TV drones on in the background, but I’m not really listening anymore. My mind is racing, trying to piece together this bizarre puzzle.

Who’s behind all of this?

I glance at Jim again, still motionless in his chair.

The kitten purrs loudly, kneading my thigh with her tiny paws. Despite everything, I can’t help but smile. At least I’m not completely alone in this mess.

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