Chapter 11: you are mine!
Alaric’s POV
The night hung heavy, shadows stretching long beneath the dim glow of the hospital parking lot. The moon above was a pale sentinel, casting silver streaks across the pavement — but none of it could soothe the rage boiling beneath my skin.
My fangs ached behind my gums, my fingers twitching with the need to wrap around something — someone. That two-timing bastard. Doctor Olivier. His hands had no business touching what belonged to me.
My little human.
Enzo.
I watched from the shadows as the shift ended, his small figure slumping with exhaustion. His delicate fingers brushed through his messy curls, his warm eyes half-lidded from pulling a double shift at the hospital. He was too tired to notice the predator lurking in the dark — watching, waiting.
He never noticed me — but I always noticed him.
Every smile. Every laugh. Every fucking heartbeat.
He was mine — even if he didn’t know it yet.
But then he showed up.
Doctor Olivier — the perfect fucking gentleman — sliding into view with that fake smile plastered across his face. He had the audacity to reach out and grab Enzo’s hand — like he was allowed to touch him. My jaw clenched so hard I swore I could taste iron. That smile Enzo gave him...