Boiling Resentment

Boiling Resentment
\-Blake-

I remained steadied, confidence surging as I settled back into my seat, my fingers deftly buttoning my shirt, the hospital air cool against my skin.

Inspector Harrison's abrupt departure left a tense silence, his probing questions lingering in my mind, his grin a challenge I couldn't ignore.

Why does he keep circling us? The coincidence of his arrival, right after Matilda's recovery, felt like a deliberate nudge from fate, pushing me to stay sharp, my Alpha aura commanding, unshaken.

Matilda's voice broke through, her eyes wide with worry, her hands gripping the bed's edge.

"Blake, what were you thinking? Showing him your wound would spark suspicion!" Her concern warmed me, her care a balm to my soul, my lips curving into a faint smile.

She cares so much. "Don't worry about me. I'll handle it," I said, my voice calm, assured, my gaze steady to ease her fears.

Her brow furrowed, her voice insistent. "Handle it? If he'd seen the wound, he wouldn't let you go easily."

Her worry lingered, her hands clenching, and I admired her fire, my heart softening. Before I could respond, Aunt Helen spoke, her tone gentle.

"There's no wound anymore." My breath caught, shock rippling through me, my hand instinctively touching my side, expecting pain but finding none.

Matilda's eyes widened, mirroring my surprise, her voice urgent. "How's it gone?"

Helen's smile was knowing, her voice steady. "Two reasons: Matilda's hunter healing power and your Alpha king legacy."

My jaw tightened, curiosity flaring, the term new, unfamiliar. Alpha king? "What do you mean, Alpha king?" I asked, my tone sharp, my eyes searching hers.

She leaned closer, her voice grave. "The prophecy book says you and Matilda will unite packs and humans, but it won't be easy." Her words stunned me, my mind racing, the weight of destiny pressing in.

Unite everyone? My pack's safety was my priority, but this revelation shifted everything, my heart torn between duty and this new path.

Matilda's voice cut through, her tone cautious. "Where's this prophecy book? Is it reliable?"

Helen nodded, her eyes firm. "It's the most accurate source, kept in the temple of the white elders."

My curiosity deepened, my voice steady. "Where's the temple? Can we see it?"

Helen's expression softened, her voice calm. "It's four hours away by car. You can visit."

Matilda turned to me, her eyes eager. "When should we go?" My mind churned, caution rising, Harrison's intrusion a reminder of unseen eyes. Someone's watching us.

"We'll plan a day, but for now, we act normal, stay low. Someone's feeding Harrison information," I said, my tone firm, my gaze locking with hers.

She nodded, her voice steady. "You're right. We return to work tomorrow, live normally." Her agreement strengthened me, her trust fueling my resolve, my heart set on protecting her.

Harrison's interest felt off, his persistence unnatural, my instincts screaming to watch him closely. Why does he know so much?

"Let's rest and handle things carefully," Aunty Helen said gently, her faint smile reassuring, her words a quiet call to caution.

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\-Sofia-

My heart burned, fury simmering as I woke in my room, the morning light harsh, my mind replaying last night's silence with Blake, his indifference cutting deep.

He didn't even care to speak. The sting of his disregard fueled my anger, my resolve hardening to confront him, to reclaim what was mine.

Why should Matilda have his heart? I rose at 6:30, my movements swift, my feet carrying me to the bathroom, the warm water doing little to soothe my rage.

My hands worked quickly, drying off, dressing in a hurry, my blouse smoothed, my shoes tied, my determination unshaken.

Before leaving, I decided to face him, my heart set on answers, my steps purposeful as I headed to his room, my knuckles rapping on his door. No response.

My brow furrowed, irritation flaring, my hand gently pushing the door open, finding the room empty.

Where is he? With her again? My blood boiled, suspicion gnawing, the thought of Matilda stealing him unbearable.

The coincidence of his absence, right when I needed to confront him, felt like a deliberate slap from destiny, pushing me to act.

I turned, hearing footsteps, my body spinning to see Blake in his pajamas, his presence calm, unreadable.

"Good morning, Blake," I greeted, my voice steady, masking my fury, my eyes locking onto his.

"Good morning, Sofia. Why are you here so early?" His tone was neutral, his gaze unyielding, sparking my frustration.

"I have a simple question, and your answer will decide everything," I said, my voice firm, my stare intense. He nodded, his composure unshaken, urging me to continue.

"Do you have feelings for Matilda, and do you still want to marry me?" My words were sharp, my heart pounding, my hands clenching slightly.

He went silent, then smiled, his expression unreadable, mocking. That smile, it's laughing at me! My anger surged, but I held my calm, my face a mask, refusing to show my hurt.

"You live here with me, yet you're worried about someone else. Why does she bother you?" he asked, stepping closer, his voice smooth, challenging.

My temper flared, my voice rising. "Because you give her all your attention, your support, those are mine!" My hands trembled, my heart aching, his question cutting deeper.

"Are you after me or your happiness?" he asked, his tone calm, piercing. "Having you is my happiness," I shot back, my voice fierce.

His eyes narrowed, his voice low. "Then stay happy. Don't cross the line." His warning stung, my fury peaking as he turned to leave, my voice stopping him.

"Don't blame me. I tried another way." I stormed out, my steps quick, my heart set.

No more chances for him or her. I'll crush her alone. I drove to the airport, my hands gripping the wheel, my mind consumed with plans to destroy Matilda.

The fifteen-minute drive a blur of rage. At the airport, I waited, my foot tapping, my thoughts dark, every second fueling my resolve.

A familiar voice broke through, warm, calming. "Good morning, my baby girl!" My dad's smile eased my tension, his presence a lifeline, my heart lifting.

"Good morning, Dad. I'm so glad you're here!" My voice was soft, relief flooding me, my arms hugging him tightly.

His eyes turned stern, his voice firm. "Live your life normally. Leave everything to me." I nodded, trust surging, knowing his arrival changed everything for my favor.