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A rabid Alpha has been following him for an hour now. Derek’s been trying to scare him off and lose him, but with one wrong move, the literal sniper target on his back could kill him instantly.
He sighs deeply. It’s October, so at least the walk around Washington’s national park is beautiful—but his patience is wearing thin.
He can smell faint traces of heat on him, so he’s been trying to rationalize the situation in his mind. The Alpha could’ve found him by scent and wants a chase, can’t take rejection for an answer, or wants a fight. He could be from a rival pack and thinks Derek’s easy pickings alone—or maybe he’s so heat-drunk that he’s desperate for anyone or anything.
Plus, Derek’s an eligible bachelor and a model with a vast territory. There’s an endless list of reasons why.
Damn it, but why him?
He’s not interested. Not even by its scent.
He just doesn’t understand and he doesn’t care.
There was a snowstorm forecasted this morning, and it’s supposedly going to be pretty bad. They’re predicting at least ten inches tonight. He’s worried about getting back to Chip, his yellow Lab, who he hasn’t even fed breakfast to yet.
He’s running out of options, and the only appealing one now is to stop and politely ask the guy to fuck off.
He should’ve known the guy was a fucking nut job.
As soon as he stops, a shot is fired into the air—and a gaping hole opens in his neck.
Did he just shoot me? was his last thought before passing out.
He’s out for a while, until the Alpha who dragged him off wakes him with a jolt, tossing him to the ground.
“Wake up. Rise and shine, princess…”
Those are his last words.
Derek shifts so fast the rabid Alpha doesn’t get to finish his sentence—his head is ripped clean off his body.