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Zayn’s back. It is impossible not to notice how his muscles flex
beneath his taut skin, but I refuse to let myself be swayed by
lust in this very not ideal situation.
“It’s no use; we’re literally stuck in here,” I state the obvious, my
teeth chattering as I huddle against the wall. Whether it’s the
cold or the blood loss, my leg feels numb.
He turns, casting me a scathing glare that sends shivers down
my spine for an entirely different reason. “Thanks for stating
the obvious, I know!”
As my heart pounds in my chest, I can’t help but think how
unfair it is that I might die here with this arrogant Alpha. I want
to scream at the injustice of it all, but there is no time for that. I
briefly think about Deacon, hoping he didn’t get caught up in
the fight as he stood outside, waiting for me. And what about
the people at the ball? What of Lydia and my father? My
thoughts are cut off when I hear a chilling crack echo through
the room, and my stomach tightens with fear.
“Get down!” Zayn barks, his voice tense with urgency.
Before I can even react, Zayn throws his body over mine,
shielding me from the teeth–grating screech of metal collapsing
above us. His muscular form presses against me, making it
difficult to breathe.
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“Are you okay?” Zayn asks, his breath hot against my ear as he
lifts himself off me just enough to look into my eyes. I nod, my
heart still racing from the close call, when I notice the side of the
freezer is bent in, and the roof is now lower.
“Thanks,” I whisper, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and
annoyance towards him while he moves to try the door again.
“Maybe if we’re lucky, the power source has been cut, and we
won’t freeze to death,” I offer, trying to ignore the incessant
chattering of my teeth.
Zayn tilts his head, raising an eyebrow as he assesses me. “I
originally wasn’t so sure if you were a natural blonde. This just
puts my doubt to rest.”
He did not just mock me for being blonde! Anger blazes within
me, momentarily eclipsing the cold.
“Hey, I’m actually pretty smart; I at least think with my brain
and not my temper,” I snap, realizing that I can still hear the
faint sound of the motors running. Just great! The room is still
powered.
“Ouch, princess,” Zayn smirks, but there is a hint of annoyance
in his voice. “You sure know how to hit me where it hurts.”
“Good,” I mutter, pulling my arms tighter around myself, trying
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to fight the cold that’s creeping under my skin. I refuse to let
him see how much it affects me. Instead, I focus on the anger
running through me, letting it shield me from the cold,
especially when his gaze drops to my exposed shoulder and
collarbone. His fingers hover near my shirt, panic flickering in
his eyes.
I glance down, immediately regretting it when I spot the flap of
skin hanging loose. In an instant, my blouse is ripped open,
buttons flying across the room, and I can’t stop the groan that
escapes as the fabric falls open. I clutch at the skin, trying to
hold it together, but then I hear the unmistakable crack of
bones.
Before I can react, a massive tongue sweeps over my wound,
sending a shockwave of sensation through me.
I gasp, my body tensing as I instinctively push against the wolf’s
head, but he snarls, his sharp teeth sinking into my wrist with
vicious precision. A cry slips from my lips, but instead of pulling
away, he only returns to licking my open wound with a strange,
possessive urgency.
“You can’t-“My voice is a panicked whisper. This is wrong. My
father is going to kill me when he finds out Alpha Zayn healed
- me.
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Zayn shifts back, his eyes dark with frustration. “Would you
rather die?” he snaps, reaching for my hand. He glances at the
bite mark and without waiting for me to respond, he leans.
down, his breath hot against my skin. His fingers hover over my
wound, the heat of his touch searing into me. And before I can
stop myself, I let out a soft moan.
