Chapter 101

[Evelyn’s POV]

I wished the floor would have split open and swallowed me whole at that moment. The sound that tore from the back of my throat was utterly mortifying. What was worse was that Michael somehow knew what it meant.

The heat that continued to sear through me was becoming more and more unbearable. What underlyingly disgusted me was just the sensation of feeling someone else’s hands brush over my skin...It lessened the pain.

But in the back of my mind, I knew it was all wrong. I didn’t want Michael’s hands on me—I didn’t want him within a hundred feet of me.

The second I had let out that ugly keening sound, he knew what I was experiencing. Michael had full recognition of the vulnerable situation I was in. What was so vitally terrifying about this whole moment was that I had to place my trust in him to do the right thing.

I pressed a firm hand against his chest, meaning to keep him away.

“P-Please,” I gasped. “I just...I just need...”

I needed to get to my brother’s room and lock the door. I didn’t care what pain or damage would end up tearing through my body. The only cure for an aphrodisiac was to let yourself give in to it.

But I wasn’t in the right place, nor was I with the right person to allow myself to fall.

Michael’s eyes roamed over me with genuine thought and slight curiosity. But that same unsettling feeling in my gut grew. The look in his eyes sent chills down my spine and not in a good, comforting way.

He reminded me of a wolf that was narrowing in on its prey. The sickening, devious grin was going to haunt me for many nights to come.

“I know what you need,” he said low in his chest.

He knocked my hand away and reached out to grasp my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“Why don’t you let me give you what you need, huh?” he asked with a fake playfulness that made my insides churn with nausea. “Let me take that ache between your legs away. I give you so much more than Alexander ever could.”

It was revolting. The dizziness and nausea that kept hitting me were enough to make me want to pass out. But I couldn’t allow that to happen either. There was no telling what Michael would try to do then. I kept up my resistance.

“I will never sleep with you,” I seethed. “Leave me alone.”

Michael merely chuckled as my hands continued to shove at his chest. The drug coursing through me made it impossible for any sort of strength to be present. This aphrodisiac was apparently meant to make the person who took it weak. It was absolutely diabolical.

Michael grabbed a hold of my hands and pinned them above my head, making me give out another mewl. A flicker of excitement crossed over her eyes. “Oh, so you like it when someone takes control,” he commented smugly.

Tears were beginning to gather in the corners of my eyes. Good God. I needed help.

“Please, don’t do this,” I whimpered.

In my mind I called out for Alexander, wishing for some miracle that he would somehow feel my pain and fear. No matter how much I struggled, things were only getting worse.

When I felt Michael’s other hand drift down to the hem of my shirt, a sharp flash of fear entered my bloodstream. Feeling his unwanted touch sent me screaming.

My voice echoed off the silent walls. Never did I imagine that I would hear a similar distress-sounding voice call back.

“EVELYN!!”

My heart caught in my lungs. “Alexander,” I whispered.

[Third-Person’s POV]

As soon as Alexander and Oliver made it to the house, they quickly moved in and began searching for Evelyn.

I know she’s here.

The house felt eerie and oddly empty but the pair was swiftly met with an uncomfortable-looking Isabella. The woman was pale and appeared guilty of some crime Alexander wasn’t aware of.

She tried to put on a semblance of a respectful smile, giving a curt nod of her head in acknowledgment.

“Alpha Alexander, how nice of you to—”

“Where’s Evelyn?”

His tone did not warrant any repetition, yet she still tried to play ignorant.

“I’m not sure I know what you mean?”

“Enough!” he shouted with a sneer. “I know she’s here and I also know that my bastard of a Stepbrother is here as well. Where. Is. She?”

The room fell silent. It was clear Isabella wasn’t going to be of any help. Alexander narrowed his eyes and gripped the armrests of his wheelchair in anger.

“If you won’t tell me where she is, then I will find her myself,” he said darkly.

Isabella, with all her audacity, cackled. “You won’t be able to get very far in that,” she said, gesturing to the wheelchair.

A vicious grin spread across his face. Alexander looked her directly in the eyes and stood up from the wheelchair. All humor and malice slipped from Isabella’s face. Her sickly paleness returned and she swayed on her feet.

“That’s impossible...” she gasped. “Y-You...You’re...”

“Supposed to be paralyzed, yes,” he growled. “Let’s just say that my injuries were vastly overstated.”

Not wanting to waste another second of his time, Alexander moved right past her and began searching down each and every hall. He called out for Evelyn several times; his heart sinking further in his chest.

“Get off of me!” a small voice whimpered. “Please, stop.”

Alexander felt his blood run cold. He quickly followed after the meak voice and discovered a sight he never wished to find. Michael was towering over Evelyn with his hands clamped around her wrists, holding them above her head. Evelyn’s face was red with tears streaming down her face. Her body was shaking uncontrollably while strained cries slipped from her lips.

Her expression was filled with such pain and fear it made Alexander see red.

“Michael,” he hollered out.

Michael tore his eyes from Evelyn and glanced over his shoulder. His entire body went stiff and froze just as Isabella had.

He was at a total loss for words. “No...”

“Get you’re fucking hands off my wife before I snap your neck with my bare hands,” he snarled.

Alexander snatched Michael by the collar of his shirt and hauled him away from Evelyn. He yanked him back at least several feet and watched him tumble to the floor with a disgruntled moan. Evelyn tucked her arms close to her chest and buried her face in her hands.

Michael let out a series of annoying words, all pertaining to the facade he’s been parading around to everyone. Alexander said nothing as he approached his Stepbrother. He curled his hand into a tight fist and punched the very air from the guy’s lungs.

Michael’s face was beyond battered and bruised. His knuckles were soon covered in red streaks of blood, but it wasn’t enough to make him stop. It was only until Oliver stepped in that he pulled back to the present.

“Alexander, you need to get Evelyn.”

His body moved on auto-pilot. Alexander went over to where Evelyn was still curled up on the floor and tried to carefully pull her out of her own mental stupor.

“Evelyn,” he said softly.

Her eyes peered open while a look of stifling shock turned over her face. “You...You can walk?”

Something was horribly wrong with her. Her body was tensing and releasing like a coiled spring—a spring that was about to snap.

Her words slurred. “Alexander...” He watched her eyes roll to the back of her head and went out like a light.