Alpha Noah

rough my outgoing friend, Sam. My apartment is the one place where I feel the most safe, so I keep myself here when things aren't going right. And to say the least, nothing is goi

would he chose this one, and why would he decide for me to go? "You must come, no excuses. The regional manager requests it, alone with, well, Alpha Noah. I'll see you here tomorrow at 5 AM. Don't be late," Jeffery tells me, before he rushes back out the door. He has a job to do too. I just stand here, dumbfounded. This is either a joke put together by my co-workers who want to wake me up extra early. Either way, I'm going to have to go if I want to keep my job. In my head on the way home from work, I ran over my job for tomorrow, considering what it might entail. What if I get to meet Alpha Noah? We are delivering it right to him, although I doubt he will have time to deal with us. I'm shamefully excited to see his estate, and the lavish lifestyle he must lead. "Thank you," I murmur to the taxi driver, slipping a few cash on the centre console of his car before getting out onto the street. The brisk air blows against my arms. I should have grabbed a jacket on the way out of work. Someone holds the apartment complex door open for me, which I thank him gently. I take a few steps in, before I realise something is off. I turn around. It's Cian, standing inside my apartment complex. Part of me wanted to scream, but the other part knew he would silence me the moment I did. He stands there, a soft, slight smile on his face. That strange, golden strand hair glistens under the dull lights before it fades into the shadows of his tunic. Unnervingly, I see the outline of toned muscles under the shirt. Those could hurt me. "Good evening, Abella, he comments. My heart rate accelerates to unhealthy levels, my feet stepping behind me, one at a time. What is he doing here? He truly is a stalker, finding me here, where I live. Where I thought I was safe... "Get away from me," I growl. He follows me, hands shoved casually in his pants as if all is well and right in the world. He has something seriously wrong with him. "I'm not here to hurt you." There is no way I'm going to believe him. He may approach me calmly, looking like a friend who wants to have a chat, however, I know better. Who is he, and where did he come from? These are all questions I want to know, but am too scared to ask. I have a feeling the answers aren't what I want to hear. "Why are you stalking me? These cameras will pick up your face and the authorities will find you, I promise you," I tell him. We still walk down the hallway, elevators passing us by that I consider diving into. I'm running out of room, the wall coming up behind me. "Stop running, and I'll stop chasing," he tells me softly, biting the edge of his lip. "It's that simple, my love." I wish he would stop calling me that. My love. "Tell me what you want with me? Do you want to kill me?" I question, my gaze fluttering up to the camera's littering the ceiling. It's debatable how many of those cameras work, but at least one m