Chapter Twenty: I Have A Vampire to Kill

Stephanies Point of View:

How dare he? The gall of that Alpha, to swoop in and steal my first kiss—my first kiss—as if it were nothing! Anger boiled within me, my thoughts racing like a tempest. Mate or not, consent is sacrosanct, and no one, especially not him, had the right to breach that. I vowed then and there, vengeance would be his escort when next we met.

Family and friends, sensing the brewing storm within me, took their leave one by one. Their hurried goodbyes echoing my own irritation. It was common knowledge that distance was a friend when my mood turned foul.

Here I was, languishing in this sterile room, champing at the bit to be discharged. The doctors’ insistence on an overnight stay fell on deaf ears. My wolf shared my impatience, restless and ready. My sister, bless her, had left a pair of leggings and a crop top alongside some underclothes. Practical for now, but my thoughts were far from fashion—I needed to confront Brock. The fate of my fri