The Unwanted Heiress And Her Dangerous Alpha

kles were white, the tendons in his wrist standing out like cords. He was fully prepared

into his skin hard enough to leave crescent-shaped marks. "Stop!" Helene commanded, her v

east wing of the mansion. Her steps were silent and steady, her cheap prison-issued shoes barely making a sound on the antique Persian runners. The grand hallway stretc

pment echoing off the marble walls-the ventilator's mechanical breath, the soft chime of a cardiac monitor. The sound painted a clear

ton and Eleanor trailed close behind, their voices hissing protests with every step. Eleanor kept repeating

of industrial antiseptics immediately hit the back of her throat, mixed with the faint, sweet undertone of impending organ failure. She recognized that scent.

ss of plastic tubes. Her skin was pale and papery, stretched thin over the sharp ridges of her cheekbones. Her breathing was too shallow, h

t his temples. He pointed a trembling finger at the two private nurses standing by

Preston yelled, his chest heaving

hey took a hesitant step toward Isabel, their ha

urses and the bed. Her voice cracked but her stance

te and pulled out a sleek, matte-black titanium case-the only personal effect she had successfully reclaimed from the evidence locker. The guards had dismissed it

ble. Her thumb pressed against the biometric lock. There was

ghts. Each needle was less than half the width of a human hair, tipped with a biocompatible alloy that had taken h

ling hand to her chest, her face going pale. "What are thos

e was hoarse with fury. "Show me your medical license right now. I

mained fixed on the needles, her fingers hovering over them, selectin

irst needle, holding it up to the light. The tip glowed with an almost imperceptible blue shimmer. "Y

behind them. The elite guards stationed outside, the same ones who had just been prepared to dr

ilt stepped

ran along the inside of his left wrist, old and white against his complexion. His posture was relaxed, almost casual, but his presence hit the

The machines beeping in the background seemed to grow quieter,

ep backward, physically intimidated by the sheer presence of the Vander

d slowly to the foot of Matilda's bed, each step deliberate, measured, the stride of a man who had never been told to hurry in his life. H

f his mouth. He looked like a wolf who had cornered a fox and was try

ed the silent room. "It's not every day someone bets their lif

dle between her thumb and forefinger. The micro-nano tip caught

, his tone dark with amusement. "I would hate to

needle, aligning it with the first insertion point she had already mapped in her mind. The base of Matilda's skull, where the brain

ice cool and utterly unshaken, "and wa

t unexpected place, and the thrill of it was making his blood run hot. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned bac

Her movements were fluid, certain, the muscle memory of a thousan

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