The Alpha's Forbidden Vow novel Chapter 34

POV: Selene

His voice was a low growl, the sound of a predator that had finally cornered its prey.

“Zane,” I breathed, the name tasting of ash and old heartbreaks.

Elias, his human senses overwhelmed but his courage intact, stepped forward, a brave but futile shield.

“Get out,” Elias said, his voice tight but firm. “You are not welcome here.”

Zane’s gaze flickered to Elias, and it was filled with a chilling, absolute dismissal. It was the look a wolf gives a barking dog before it snaps its neck.

“This does not concern you, human,” Zane snarled, his voice a low command that vibrated in my bones.

“Anything that concerns them, concerns me,” Elias retorted, his jaw set.

A cruel, ugly smile twisted Zane’s lips. “I’m sure it does.”

His attention snapped back to me, pinning me in place. The force of his will was a physical thing, making my knees weak.

He took another step, his shadow falling over me and my son.

He looked down at me, at the small, safe life I had built, and he set it on fire with five words.

“Your vacation is over.”

Before the words had even fully registered, two massive men in black suits filled the doorway behind him.

They were Volkov pack warriors, their scent a mix of steel, leather, and absolute loyalty to their Alpha. Their presence solidified the reality of the nightmare.

“Take them,” Zane ordered, his voice flat.

The warriors moved with the silent, predatory grace of their kind.

“No!” I screamed, pushing Leo further behind me. “You can’t! This is my son’s home!”

He just watched.

He stood there, a stone monolith of vengeance, and watched my world burn. He watched my son’s terror, he watched the brave human who had saved my life lie injured on the floor, and his expression did not soften.

He walked toward me until he was inches away, his towering form blocking out everything else.

He looked down at me, at my tears and my struggles, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of something in his eyes.

It was a grim, possessive satisfaction.

This was his victory. My powerlessness was his prize.

He leaned in, his voice a low, proprietary whisper, a chain being locked around my soul.

“From now on,” he said, his promise a curse, “you and the boy belong to me.”