Nown 29

Chapter 29 

SAINT. 

Why do people smell filthy when they are scared? 

And why the fuck was 1 blessed with such a sick curse of being able to smell every shade of people’s emotions so easily? 

I guess that’s the price I had to pay for being born on the cursed day of the Blood Moon. You wouldn’t even want to know the half of the consequences I have been bearing just for being born on the wrong day. 

The room reeked of filth. But I still didn’t rush. I took my time, finished the stick of cigarette in my hand and disposed of it, before turning my attention to Eve. 

Her throat worked as she swallowed a big lump. 

Did I also mention that I hate when people try to fake bravery when it’s already bleeding out of their eyes? 

I held her sorry gaze that kept bouncing around the room like it was searching for an exit that didn’t exist, waiting for her to say something. 

“Would you rather prefer this room? You seem to admire it a lot,” I finally spoke. I didn’t have the 

time she might think I had. 

She bit her lower lip, and I immediately felt disgusted. Did she think it made her look cute? Or 

fuckable? Or whatever bait she thought I might fall for? 

I almost scoffed. 

And why the fuck was there water all over her dress? She looked like something dragged out of a rainstorm and dumped at my feet. 

Her hair was wet and sleek, looking disheveled with some lazy strands stuck around her face, 

framing it like a portrait painted by desperation. It’d grown longer since that night. I could tell. Long enough now that I could probably wrap it around my fist three times and yank until she whimpered. 

Perfect fucking length. 

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Jesus. Fuck. Were those her nipples poking through her wet dress, like they were trying to fight their way out? 

She did that on purpose. 

Funny how she thinks she could seduce me. 

First, I don’t do family. I wasn’t Kester. 

Secondly, she was dead meat waiting to be taken to the slaughter by the time I was done dishing out her punishments. 

I knew nothing about forgiveness. 

I strode to the bed and leisurely lay down, locking my fingers behind my head on the headrest. 

“Look, Alpha…” 

There we go. Wanting to act all feisty. 

“I know I owe you. And I swear, I am making efforts to get back your watch. But it is totally unfair to bring me all the way here without even telling me what the hell is going on.” 

There. 

She dropped all the words in one breath. 

Nervousness and resistance. Stage one. 

That’s what people do when they are nervous. 

This is when they still think they can fight. They speak too fast or too loudly. They just put on a 

mask of courage. 

And I usually don’t interrupt them. 

I lay back, quietly watching her unravel. 

“Say something! Please!” 

Still quiet and watching. I was patiently waiting for her to complete “The Four–Step Drop.” Everyone 

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follows the same breakdown sequence. 

Step one always starts with resistance. And by step four? They don’t remember what pride tastes like. 

All I had to do was fuel it with my silence. 

She had already taken the first step. 

I like it when people squirm under my scrutiny. 

They say I had intimidating eyes. Well, it has been proven to be true. So, I use them strategically for purposes like this. 

She looked so small and helpless. My kind of prey. 

“I was desperate, okay? I needed money. I shouldn’t have taken something that wasn’t mine… That wasn’t me. That was the first time I ever had to steal… Please… Don’t make my regret harder than it already is, Alpha. Please.” Her voice shook. 

Desperation and Justification. 

Now they start explaining themselves. They twist their logic to make things like theft look like survival. This is the part where they pretend their fuck–up was noble. 

We’re at stage two now. Give her another sixty seconds, and she’ll start bargaining with tears she swore she’d never cry. 

Stage three always comes with a voice crack. 

Her palms were shaking beside her. She tried to roll them into fists, but they seemed to have a mind 

of their own because they weren’t complying. 

She took a step forward. “It was all my friend’s idea. She… She made me go to the club. She says I 

could steal from rich strangers and there’ll be no consequences. I was naive. I… She was only trying 

to help. I thought it would be easier since no one even knew I was the one at the club that night. I 

had to disguise myself just…” 

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