She's Mine To Claim: Mr. Alpha, Can You Kiss Me More? novel Chapter 95

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Pickett’s pov

She said nothing at first, just twisted her lips into a smirk as her eyes darkened in an usual way. She seemed different, more emotionless. Cold.

“What are you doing here!” I snapped again, glaring at her standing in my doorway. She came uninvited and to walk into my home without a care…..the audacity.

She cocks her head at me and then takes a step forward, eyes observing me as if I was an ant under a microscope.

Her microscope.

“You look so pitiful,” her voice sounds a lot colder. Detached. “Like a little rabbit. So scared,” she breathed in sharply, her lips curling in disgust. “So terrified of the big bad wolves.”

My heart freezes and I grow stiff.

“But I should thank you, Pickett,” she giggles. “Dayna almost burning you alive really helped stir enough chaos to get them all unguarded.”

My hands fists as rage builds inside me. So she didn’t care that I almost got killed because of her? And I thought she was my friend?

I got off the bed, my legs surprisingly holding me steady despite my exhaustion. “You came here to taunt me for what you’ve done! What you’ve caused!” I sneered, disgusted that I ever thought we were ever friends.

How could I have been so stupid?

If she had really cared about me she would’ve stayed away from Raiden like me and Foster warned her. She never cared. She never thought of me as a friend.

My eyes narrowed on her face. She remains emotionless. “I want you out of my home, out of my lif-

Suddenly in a swiftness that takes me off guard, Amelia is standing right in front of me, her fingers wrapping around my throat. My eyes widen as I stare into pitch black eyes.

Her hand is cold, unnaturally cold and her grip is stronger than it should be. My body jolts with panic as my hands try to claw at her wrists, choking on my words.

“A–Ame–lia,” I gasped for breath as I looked into the eyes I thought was my friend but now only darkness. Endless and empty.

“Now little rabbit,” she clicks her tongue, her voice turning into one of mockery. “Don’t tempt me to get rid of you so soon. I’m not done with you yet.”

Amelia’s pov

“This doesn’t make any sense,” Emily is the first to break the silence and stares at Giovanni as if he had grown a second head.

Giovanni nods, looking confused himself. “I am well aware,” he sighs, moving into the kitchen further and rubs a hand down his face. “But I know what I saw Queen. It was her. Same everything except the scent was off. It was her.”

Emily brows furrowed along with everyone else’s. “Or someone who looks just like her.” She utters, her voice swirling with puzzlement.

Bryson nods. “A doppelgänger? It could be because we all know for certain Amelia had been here the entire night.”

Raiden holds me closer protectively, his eyes shifting between his parents and Giovanni. ” If so, how did this person enter our territory without our knowledge? We have top security wolves Nothing should pass under our noses so easily.”

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“You’re right,” his mom replies just as confused. “We either have a rat amongst us or someone is very good at hiding.”

“Have your brother on this as soon as possible Giovanni,” Bryson says and looks at his wife. “We need to call your sister and Shawn. Something is stirring in our pack and it’s obviously to get one person,” he looks over at me. “Amelia.”

My body grows cold. He was right though, it seems whatever was happening, I was the center of it all. Whoever this was, was out to get me.

“We need to show her the note now,” Emily said and looks at her son. “We’ve given her days to rest but we can clearly no longer keep her away from the lurking threat. We need her help if we are to help her.

”

“A note?” A cold chill runs down my spine.

Emily nods and Raiden’s grip on me tightens. “Just tell her what it said. She doesn’t need to touch anything that came from a threat. I won’t have her touch anything disgusting.”

Emily nods in understanding and peers at me intently. “The note said ‘The Darkest Moon‘ it was too strange for there to only be one note in an arrow. It means something…

As Emily drawls out my mind keeps swirling around those words. The Darkest Moon.

How could I ever forget those words? There were scribbled and torn up papers all over the house with those exact words at the very top of the pages. These were her words.

Her title.

Her poem.

My mom.

Or should I say…..aunt?