After Three Years as a Deranged Alpha’s Sedative, I Faked My Death Chapter 07

After Three Years as a Deranged Alpha’s Sedative, I Faked My Death Chapter 07

Three years later. 

Key West. 

Sunshine, sand, waves, and ripped surf 

instructors. 

Wearing a floral shirt, shorts, and sunglasses, I lounged in the courtyard of the beachfront 

boutique hotel that belonged entirely to me, sipping chilled coconut water. 

Over the past three years, I had invested the money, bought property, and built a comfortable, financially secure life. 

As for Adrian, whenever someone happened to 

mention him, I treated the whole thing like a joke. 

I heard the Black family had even built a memorial 

grave for me, while Adrian had moved into my old 

apartment and lived there day after day as if he 

were guarding a grave. 

What did any of that have to do with me? 

“Erin, a hurricane is coming tonight. The weather 

service has issued the highest–level warning, and 

every guest has checked out,” Amy, the front desk 

clerk, said as she hurried over. 

“Fine by me. We could use a day off.” 

I bit down on my straw and waved a hand 

casually. 

By nightfall, the wind had grown violent, and 

sheets of rain hammered against the windows. 

I was curled up on the sofa with a sheet mask on, 

watching a show, when someone suddenly began pounding on the hotel’s reinforced glass entrance 

door. 

“Who is it, and can’t you see the sign saying we’re 

closed?” 

I walked toward the lobby entrance. 

Through the glass, I saw more than a dozen 

bodyguards in black raincoats standing in the 

courtyard, blocking every exit from the hotel. 

I immediately knew whoever had come was 

trouble. 

Before I could react, someone shattered the 

reinforced glass door with a single kick. 

Wind and rain tore through the lobby. 

A tall, gaunt man stepped over the shattered glass 

and slowly walked inside. 

He carried no umbrella, and he was soaked from 

head to toe, with his black shirt clinging to his 

body. 

The face that had once been permanently stamped with arrogance was now so thin it was 

almost unrecognizable, with deeply sunken eyes 

and cheekbones jutting sharply beneath his skin. 

He looked like a man who had not lived a normal 

life in years. 

Adrian. 

He stared at me with an obsessive, almost 

deranged expression. 

His wolf had clearly recognized my scent. 

His Alpha pressure exploded through the lobby, leaving Amy barely able to breathe. 

Then Adrian smiled, and it was the kind of smile 

that made every instinct scream danger. 

“Erin.” 

His voice was so hoarse I could barely make out 

the word. 

“Are you done playing?” 

I remained curled up on the sofa and watched him in silence without so much as wrinkling the sheet 

mask on my face. 

Terrified, Amy ducked behind the front desk and crouched there with her head in her hands, 

trembling uncontrollably. 

Outside, more than a dozen bodyguards stood in the pouring rain, but not one of them dared approach the Black Pack’s Alpha heir while he was completely out of control. 

No one spoke inside the lobby. 

There was only the howl of the hurricane. 

Adrian’s breathing grew faster and heavier. 

He was waiting for me to throw myself into his 

arms the way I had three years ago. 

He was waiting for me to release my white–tea 

scent and calm his inner wolf as it teetered on the 

edge of collapse. 

I slowly raised a hand and peeled off the sheet. mask I had been wearing for fifteen minutes. 

I crumpled it into a ball, tossed it into the trash, wiped the serum from my face with a cleansing cloth, then picked up my phone and opened the 

calculator. 

“Reinforced glass door, custom–made in Germany, including shipping and installation, twelve 

thousand dollars.” 

I studied the screen, my voice as calm as if I were 

reading an invoice. 

“The Italian marble you damaged costs another 

thirty–five hundred dollars. Cleaning the blood out of the lobby, including compensation for terrifying my employee in the middle of the night, is another 

five hundred.” 

I pressed the equals sign and turned the screen toward him. 

“Sixteen thousand dollars in total. Card or bank 

transfer?”