The Billionaire Alpha’s Forbidden Romance

A Midnight Chase!

* William's POV *

I drive down the dark street, feeling a sense of nostalgia wash over me. The streetlamps cast an eerie glow on the pavement, illuminating the way ahead. I can't help but stare at the houses as I drive by. Each one holds a different memory, a different moment in time that I'll never forget.

The first house on the left was where the Bakers used to live. I remember their children playing catch in the front yard with their friends and running through the sprinkler on hot summer days. I can still hear the laughter and shouting from those carefree days.

I pull up to the old cottage, my heart heavy with nostalgia. This was once my home, a place where I lived with the love of my life, Ava. The memories come flooding back as I take in the familiar surroundings. The walls are still painted that same light blue, the shutters still a cheerful red. The garden, now overgrown and wild, was once tended to by Ava's loving hands.

I park the car and sit there, watching the cottage. It's as if time has stood still, and yet everything has changed. Ava is gone, and I am here, a shell of the man I once was. The pain is still fresh, even after all these years.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. When I open them again, I am transported back to a time when Ava and I first moved into this cottage. I remember the days spent fixing up the place, the laughter and the joy we shared.

I step out of the car and approach the cottage, my hand shaking as I reach for the doorknob. The door creaks open, and I step inside, my heart racing with a mix of emotions. The living room, with its comfortable old sofa and rocking chair, looks exactly as I remember it. The memories of Ava come flooding back, and I can almost hear her voice echoing through the room.

I walk from room to room, my hand tracing the walls and furniture, feeling her presence all around me. In the kitchen, I see the table where we shared countless meals, the window where Ava would sit and watch the birds. In the bedroom, I see the bed where we slept, the walls where we hung pictures of our travels.

As I stand there, surrounded by memories, I am overcome with sadness. I remember the day she passed away, the feeling of helplessness and loss. I remember the days after, the emptiness and the loneliness.

And now she’s back, and I don’t know how to deal with all these emotions that are coursing through me. How could she be alive? Was it al just a ruse to distract me and completely derail my life? Or was she really back, and I had to figure out a way to live with that.

But as I sit there, I also remember the good times. The love we shared, the adventures we went on, the life we built together. And I feel grateful. Grateful for the time we had, grateful for the memories we made. Even if I never get to see her again, then at least I would be grateful for the memories we had.

I could still remember the first time I brought her here to show her the place, and the look in her eyes when she realised what was going on. It seemed just like yesterday, with the memory so fresh in my heart that it burned a hole through my chest just by thinking about it:

I stood on the porch of the cottage, Ava's hand in mine, as we took in the view. The sun was setting over the houses, casting a warm glow over the street. The air was crisp, and I could smell the pine trees and the wildflowers.

"William, it's perfect," Ava breathed, her eyes shining with happiness. "I can't believe we have a place of our own here."

I smiled, feeling a sense of pride and happiness. I had just purchased this cottage for us, as a vacation home. We had been talking about it for years, and I wanted to surprise her.

"I'm so glad you like it, Ava. My uncle actually used to own this place and we would come down here every Christmas to spend some time with our cousins. This place has always felt like home to me, ever since I was a child. And now it's ours."

Ava turned to me, her eyes filled with love and gratitude. She wrapped her arms around me and I held her close, feeling her warmth and her heartbeat.

"I love you, William," she whispered. "Thank you for this. Thank you for everything."

I kissed her then, softly and tenderly. We stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, lost in the moment.

"Come on," I said, taking her hand. "Let's go inside and see the rest of the place."

We walked from room to room, exploring our new home. Ava marveled at the kitchen, with its old-fashioned sink and the big windows that let in the sunlight. I showed her the bedroom, with its big bed and the fireplace. We walked out to the back porch, where we could see the garden and the hills beyond.

We sat down on a bench and watched the sun set, holding hands and talking. We talked about the future, about the adventures we would have here. We talked about the life we would build together.

As the night fell and the stars came out, we went back inside. We sat in front of the fireplace, drinking wine and talking about our dreams. We talked about the books we wanted to read, the places we wanted to go, and the things we wanted to do. We talked about the children we wanted to have, and the future we wanted to create for them.

As the night wore on, we grew tired and went to bed. We lay in bed, our bodies entwined, listening to the night sounds and feeling the peace of the place. I stroked Ava's hair as she drifted off to sleep, feeling a sense of contentment and happiness.

The next day, we spent exploring the surrounding streets and introducing ourselves to our new neighbours. We went for walks in the woods afterwards, and we picked wildflowers in the fields. We sat by the lake, fishing and talking. We cooked meals together in the kitchen, and we enjoyed each other's company.

As the days passed, we fell in love with this place more and more. We made it our home, decorating it with our favorite things and making it our own. We hosted family and friends, and we entertained guests in our garden. We built a life here, a life of love and happiness.

And I knew then, as I held Ava close, that this was where we were meant to be. This was our home, our haven, our refuge from the world. And I promised myself that I would always cherish and protect it, for as long as we both shall live.

I wipe my tears and stand up, feeling a sense of peace wash over me. Ava will always be a part of this place, and of me. I take one last look around, promising to come back and visit, and then I leave the cottage, getting back into my car.

I was lost in thought as I walked back to the car, thinking about Ava and the memories we had shared here. The memories of our life together were flooding back to me, and I was feeling nostalgic. I reached for the door, ready to get in and drive away, when I suddenly felt a prickling sensation at the back of my neck.

I spun around, my heart pounding, and saw a woman standing by the side of the road. She had a hoodie thrown over her, but I could sense that she was watching me. Her eyes fixed on me, and I felt a chill run down my spine. She was dressed in all black clothing, and she had long, flowing hair that was whipping around her in the wind.

Who was she? What was she doing here? And why was she watching me like that?

I felt a surge of fear and anger, and I took a step towards her. She turned and ran, her long hair streaming behind her. I realized she was trying to get away, and I took off after her.

For a brief moment, something snapped into place inside me, and I felt like I knew her from somewhere. When I wondered if it was Ava, my heart skipped a beat and I ran even faster.

I ran as fast as I could, my legs pumping and my heart racing. I could hear her footsteps ahead of me, and I knew I had to catch her. I followed her down the road, dodging trees and jumping over rocks. I was closing in on her, and I could see her up ahead.

Just as I was about to grab her, she suddenly turned and ran down a side street. I followed, my heart pounding, and I saw her turn into an alleyway. I followed her again, my breaths coming in short gasps, and I saw her disappear around the corner.

I ran faster, determined to catch her. I turned the corner and saw her up ahead, running down a narrow alley. I followed, my eyes fixed on her, and I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins. The alley was dark and narrow, and the sound of our footsteps echoed off the walls. I could hear her breathing, quick and ragged, and I knew she was tiring.

The scent was familiar, and yet strange. It definitely wasn’t Ava, because I would have known that immediately.

Just as I was about to grab her, she suddenly disappeared. I looked around, confused, and I realized she had disappeared into a nearby building. I ran to the door and yanked it open, only to find a dark, empty room.

She was gone. She had escaped.

I stood there, panting and sweating, feeling a sense of frustration and anger. Who was she? What did she want? And why had she been watching me?

I searched the room, looking for any clues, but there was nothing there. I looked out the window and saw her running down the street, her long hair streaming behind her. I knew I would never catch her when she hopped onto a bike and sped off into the distance.

I returned to the car, feeling shaken and confused. I sat there for a while, trying to make sense of what had just happened. I realized then that I would never know. She had escaped, and I would probably never see her again. But the memory of that chase would stay with me forever, a reminder of the mystery and danger that still lingered in this place.

I was sitting in my car, still feeling shaken and confused after the mysterious woman had escaped, when my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Agent Elizabeth Sawyer, the federal agent from earlier today.

I answered the call, my heart racing. "Elizabeth, what's going on?" I asked.

"Alpha William, I need you to listen to me very carefully," she said, her voice tense and urgent. "There's been a werewolf attack in Manhattan, and the police suspect you had something to do with it."

I felt a cold knot form in my stomach. "What are you talking about? I had nothing to do with it," I protested.

"I know that, William, but the police don't believe you," she said. "They think you're involved, and they're coming after you. I need you to stay away from Manhattan. Don't go there, don't try to contact anyone, just stay low and keep a low profile."

I felt a surge of anger and frustration. "But I didn't do anything," I protested.

"I know that, Alpha William, but you need to trust me on this," she said. "The police are closing in on you, and you need to keep a low profile. I'll do everything I can to clear your name, but you need to stay away from Manhattan and let me handle this."

I felt a sense of panic rising in me. "What am I supposed to do?" I asked.

"Just stay put, William," she said. "I'll call you when I have more information. Just stay low and keep a low profile. Trust me, I'll take care of everything."

And with that, she hung up. I sat there, feeling stunned and confused, wondering what the hell was going on. Why was the police after me? And why did they think I had something to do with the werewolf attack?

I started the car and drove away, feeling a sense of rage and confusion. I knew I needed to keep a low profile and stay away from Manhattan, but I also knew that I couldn't just sit here and do nothing. I needed to find out what was going on and clear my name.

I drove aimlessly for a while, trying to figure out what to do next. I thought about Elizabeth and her words of warning, and I realized that I needed to trust her. She would go through all this trouble if she wanted to destroy me, and I sensed that she would do everything she could to help me.

So I took a deep breath and drove away, determined to stay low and keep a low profile. I knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult, but I was determined to find out what was going on and clear my name.

But more importantly, I needed to get my wife and daughter away from the scene of the crime. And I knew just the right place to take them.

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