The Alpha's Forbidden Vow novel Chapter 40

POV: Selene

Time seemed to stop.

Elias’s concerned voice was a tinny, distant sound still coming from the phone. “Selene? Are you there? What was that noise?”

Zane moved with the terrifying, unnatural speed of an enraged Alpha.

He crossed my small room in a single stride.

He ripped the phone from my hand before I could even react.

His eyes, blazing with a jealousy so potent it was almost a physical force, stared down at me.

“Who is this?” he snarled, his voice a low, guttural growl that was more wolf than man.

He put the phone to his own ear.

I heard Elias’s confused voice. “Hello? Who is this? Let me speak to Selene.”

A cruel, predatory smile twisted Zane’s lips.

“She’s busy,” Zane said into the phone, his voice a purr of pure menace.

He looked directly into my eyes as he continued.

“And she won’t be taking your calls anymore.”

Then, with a deliberate, violent motion, he crushed the small phone in his fist.

Plastic and circuits crunched under the force of his Alpha strength.

He opened his hand and let the shattered pieces fall to the floor like dead insects.

“How dare you,” he whispered, his voice shaking with a rage that was terrifying to behold.

“How dare you bring another male’s voice into my home. Into my mate’s bed.”

“He is my friend!” I cried, my own fear giving way to a surge of defiant anger. “He saved our lives! He was worried about me, something you clearly are not!”

“Your friend?” he laughed, a harsh, ugly sound. “Is that what you call the man you replaced me with? The man who is playing father to my son?”

“You have no right!” I shot back, scrambling to my feet. “You threw me away! You threw us away! You have no right to be jealous!”

“I have every right!” he roared, his Alpha power flaring, pressing down on me, making me feel small and weak. “You are mine! The pup is mine! Your life, your body, your thoughts—they belong to me!”

He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling, the beast inside him fighting for control.

He listened for another moment.

“Yes, a severance package,” he said, a cruel smirk touching his lips. “Give him enough money to ensure he lives the rest of his pathetic human life in comfort and never, ever thinks about coming back.”

He ended the call.

The silence in the room was absolute.

He had done it.

Right in front of me, he had issued the order to erase the one good man I had met, to surgically remove the only friend I had from my life.

“You’re a monster,” I whispered, the words trembling with a mixture of hatred and a profound, devastating sadness.

He stalked toward me until he was towering over me once more.

His eyes, no longer blazing with rage, were now as cold and dead as a winter sky.

“Anyone who tries to take what is mine will be removed,” he said, his voice a flat, final promise.

“You would do well to remember that.”