She's Mine To Claim: Mr. Alpha, Can You Kiss Me More? novel Chapter 94

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Amelia’s pov

A cold chill runs down my spine and as if on instinct my body shifts closer to Raiden’s, my hand tightening in his. My heart slams against the bone of my chest, thumping loudly I could hear it in my ears.

“That’s impossible,” Raiden hisses, pulling me even closer until I swore a little more and I’d be off the stool and on his lap.

“She doesn’t smell like a vampire or werewolf,” Raiden continues. “She smells-

“Like you,” Damon interjected with a snort. “Balls deep you.”

“Damon!” Emily snaps and I think that’s the first time I’ve seen her this stern. Damon shrinks, mumbling an apology as he raises his hands in surrender.

Raiden growls low in his throat, shooting glares towards Damon as he sneers. “If you don’t shut up I’ll shove a fork down your throat.”

Damon wisely keeps quiet, motioning that he was zipping up his mouth and throwing away the key. Lester rolls his eyes at his friend’s theatrics.

“Alright enough, we’re losing focus on the main topic here,” Bryson exhales a breath, pinching his nose before shifting his gaze to Giovanni who still stares at me like he had just seen a ghost.

“As you can see and smell, Giovanni, Amelia doesn’t have the stench of either of those things. Are you certain-

Giovanni nods. “Oh I am very certain it was her. But I agree that right now she doesn’t smell like a hybrid like she had last night in her room,” He looks around the room, shifting on everyone. “I think we all could agree that something is off.”

Bryson’s brows furrowed. “Did you at least touch her, talk to her?”

Giovanni looks over at me, his gaze softening. “She called me dad.”

My heart skips and I quickly look down, blinking back the tears as the memory of how I found out Giovanni wasn’t my biological father resurfaces.

“Do you want to go to my room?” Raiden whispers gently in my ear, kissing my cheek tenderly. I shook my head no. I’d rather listen to all that Giovanni had to say given that it revolves around me.

Giovanni continues, moving his eyes away from me to stare at Bryson. “However, before I could fully enter the room, she jumped out of the window and disappeared”

The silence that followed after his words was deafening. Everyone seemed confused, including Giovanni himself.

Pickett’s pov

“Hunny,” Mom sighs as she brushes my hair behind my ear. I was on my bed, head facing the wall and back to her. It’s been days since I’ve been in a slump since I was practically lit on fire.

“Not in the mood,” I grumble, inching away from her. At the moment I didn’t want to speak to anyone, not Foster, not my parents and definitely not Amelia

I thought she was my friend but she only seemed to make things worse. If she had stayed away from Raiden, Dayna wouldn’t have almost killed me.

Mom sighs and then whispers. “Your dad and I will be going out to an important meeting right now. Are you sure you’ll be okay here alone?”

I nod, snuggling one of my plushies that made me feel safe. “I’m sure. Have fun,” I said blandly. I was just not in my mood

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With a low exhale, Mom gets off my bed and utters softly. “Have your phone beside you in case we need to get in touch. I’ll see you a bit later hunny.”

I don’t respond and she leaves quietly, the door clicking shut behind her. I close my eyes and breathe out slowly when I hear a few minutes later the car pull out of the driveway.

I was alone. Just how I wanted it these days.

My phone makes a buzzing sound and I reach for it beside my foot. Letting out an exhausted breath when I see its Foster trying to get a hold of me, I throw the phone blindly at the edge of the bed.

Pushing my face into my pillow I screamed.

I hated feeling this way, scared for my life, scared that I’d never be able to get over this fear.

This was all her fault. Amelia. As soon as she got here things got worse for me. I was the one who suffered everything while she was happy being with Raiden.

Foster should’ve never taken her under his wing.

With another scream, I turn on my back, glaring at my ceiling. I was frightened to go back to school. Scared to even speak to Foster.

What if Dayna was waiting for me at the school? What if?

I squeeze the plush in my arm and freeze when I hear the wooden floor creak behind my door. My brows furrowed.

Had mom not left? She did. I heard her car pull out of the driveway-

Suddenly, the door swings open and my eyes widen when I see her. I sat up on my bed quickly. “What the hell are you doing in my house!”

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