The Alpha Faked Depression to Win My Love Chapter 10

The Alpha Faked Depression to Win My Love Chapter 10

LYRA 

I decided to find somewhere to sleep. 

When I woke, I would turn myself in. 

For the first time in a long while, I slept without 

dreaming. 

I did not know how many hours had passed when I 

finally opened my eyes. 

The light from my phone made me wince. 

When my vision adjusted, I saw the breaking news 

alert. 

BODY FOUND DISMEMBERED IN NORTH LOS 

ANGELES INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT. 

EXTREME VIOLENCE REPORTED. 

I read the report calmly. 

There was no fear in me. 

No guilt. 

The victim had been identified as Marcus Voss, 

chairman of the Voss Group and Alpha trustee of 

Blackthorn Academy. 

The killer was still at large. 

The most popular comments had already begun 

to spread details. 

My friend at the police department says they 

found sixty seven pieces. One part was 

completely… 

This is one of the worst cases Los Angeles has 

seen in years. 

How much do you have to hate someone to do 

that? 

I scrolled without feeling anything. 

Then I set the phone down and prepared to leave 

for the police station. 

Another alert appeared. 

SUSPECT IN VOSS DISMEMBERMENT CASE 

SURRENDERS. 

My fingers stopped. 

What was happening? 

The article confirmed that someone had 

confessed, but no name had been released. 

Only one person knew what I had done. 

Kieran. 

There was no one else it could be. 

Cold spread across my back. 

The phone in my hand began to ring. 

It was Tessa. 

“Lyra, where are you?” 

“Kieran left some things with me. Can you come 

and get them?” 

I forced my thoughts to settle. 

After a moment, I said, “Yes.” 

Kieran had left me a bank card and a note. 

Lyra, 

Go to the United Kingdom for two years. 

I will take responsibility for this. 

My family’s connections can reduce the 

punishment as much as possible. 

My father may not love me, but he cannot bear 

being embarrassed by me. He will find a way to 

handle it. 

Don’t worry. 

Consider this my repayment for everything I owe 

you. 

Do not turn yourself in. 

Goodbye. 

I could not name what I felt. 

The cicadas outside seemed close one moment 

and impossibly far away the next. 

I did not return to myself until I noticed the note 

had crumpled in my fist. 

I placed the card in my pocket and thanked Tessa. 

Outside the academy gates, I called a taxi. 

The driver looked at me through the mirror. 

“Where to?” 

“The North Industrial District police station.” 

“Which station?” 

I closed my eyes. 

“Never mind.” 

“Take me to the cemetery.” 

I spent that night beside Rowan’s grave. 

The next day, I left the United States.