A weekend with the Alpha novel Chapter 131

"You kill them?" she asked, her voice coming off as surprised and afraid. The memories she had of him did not portray him as a cold-hearted killer. The Daniel she could remember was sweet and kind and the nicest guy she ever came across. Was losing his mother justification enough to change him?

"Yes, because no one of them is good," he answered and set the rifle on the table after loading it. "After Nicole attacked me and left me for dead four weeks ago, a hunter found me and took me in. He treated me and taught me all I needed to know. He told me the things I saw Nicole do to my mom weren't a dream or my memory, but reality. Then he told me werewolves and supernatural beings existed in our world and their mission was nothing but destruction. The reason I survived her attack and I didn't become like her was because I had a different blood. He told me I remained human because I had the blood of a hunter and it flowed through my veins. I already had the gift. I just had to harness it through pain. He promised to train me after I healed, and that's what he did. Now, I am just like him."

Does it also mean he would kill her if she was a supernatural being without thinking twice?

She wasn't saying she was, but some things she had done yesterday were not very natural.

She gulped. "That's your job as a hunter."

He nodded. "Yes, and there is no greater service to the human cause than protecting them and making sure what happened to me never happens to anyone else," he said and she heard the pain as well as the rage in his voice.

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Zera's lashes fluttered, and she heard grunting sounds coming from outside the bedroom. Daniel had offered her the bedroom for her comfort last night. He told her he will stay in the living room and when she insisted; he told her the couch was comfortable, and that he had laid in there most days.

She gave in and accepted his offer of the bedroom. And after bathing and changing into the clothes he brought, she went to bed.

Sleep didn't come, her mind had no rest. She wanted to remember everything, but the more she tried, the harder it became. Daniel told her everything he knew about her. Her job, her son, her relationship with Aaron and her family, and they created a sort of image in her mind but not an actual memory of them. She felt as if those memories were locked in a room and she needed a key to open it. It wasn't far away; she knew it, but needed a key, perhaps a click in her mind that would send them all coming back. Also, judging from what Daniel told her about herself, she was very much human. At least, until the last time he saw her.

She thought about the accident, what could have caused it and, most importantly, why she had energy as if she wasn't involved in one yesterday. The doctor had spoken about the mysterious disappearance of her wounds and also the presence of her strength. She knew the only ones with the answers were the ones she ran from at the hospital and she couldn't trust them.

The grunting noise coming from outside wasn't loud, but she had somehow heard it from her subconscious and woken up to the sound. She made her way out of the bedroom into the living room but found no trace of Daniel there. Then she opened the front door and stepped out and there Daniel was, far away, naked from the waist up and sword training in the cold.

Her heart went out to him and she feared what being exposed to this weather could do to him, but she stayed silent. He trained as if he had don't this over a thousand times and she told herself she did not need to worry about him.

She sat outside before the door and watched him train with all his might, moving swiftly with the blade in his hand. It was impressive to watch and never in a million years would she have seen this side of Daniel coming, but here he was, a man of fast speed, endurance, and stamina. A part of her wanted to learn how to fight and how to be in control. She felt like she needed it, but another part knew that would be the death of her. She didn't possess the strength Daniel did, nor the zeal. She would die if she pushed herself this far. She would stick to running because whatever happened in the last few years of her life, which she couldn't remember, had given strength to her legs to run for miles and at a quick pace without getting tired.

What had happened to Daniel had pushed him into this level of endearing training and perfection, but such hadn't happened to her yet.

Maybe it had, and she couldn't remember.

Daniel returned the blade to its scabbard and made his way toward the house. Zera rose to her feet as she watched him draw closer.

It was an hour later, and they were both bathed and in the kitchen while Daniel made egg sauce and potato. Zera sat at the counter, watching. He had put on his shirt, which was a good thing because she noticed one thing she lacked now was control, and it took little things for her to snap and lose focus.

"Was he a good person?" She asked out of the blue, and Daniel stared at her with a narrowed brow.

"Who?" he asked, pouring the egg into the pan.

"Aaron," she said, clarifying her statement. She knew it was an odd question to ask since he was her ex and Aaron was her current boyfriend, but Daniel was the closest she had to a mirror with honesty. "I know this is difficult to answer, but I really need to know."

He pressed his lips and thought about it for a minute. "Yes, to the best of my knowledge." he answered, stirring the pan for a bit before covering it up and turning to face her.

"I mean, I hated him, probably more than life, and still consider him a bastard. He got to have you and you were the girl of my dreams, so I hated him for that. But I still cannot deny how much he loves you. I saw you two together a few times, and he had nothing but adoration for you. He's also a good father to Zion."

"How do you know that?"

He shrugged, "You wouldn't be with a man that didn't love Zion as he deserves."