¬Avia
I walk down the hallway toward the dining room, still trying to gather my bearings in this place.
Through research with the rebellion, we attempted to map out as much of this estate from some personal accounts from ex staff members, but it wasn’t enough for me to feel comfortable walking around by myself. I woke this morning to a note on my side table, summoning to the dining room for breakfast with the Alpha. How it got in my room without me waking isn’t something I want to linger on for too long.
Rubbing my eyes, I try not to think about how late I stayed up last night, talking to Malin and Kadrick, reluctant to come back here. It may be comfortable living, but seeing Isaiah’s wealth, seeing how silently aware he is of all the tyranny he is inflicting elsewhere in his Pack.
The sound of soft footsteps coming up from behind me make me flinch, whirling around. It takes everything within me not to call on all my training and lash out at whoever is approaching, knowing that would reveal too much about me.
I’m shocked that I don’t recognise the man standing before me.
His hair is thick, a striking flaming red - not a common trait in Passion Pack members. His eyes are pitch black, and for a moment, I see Malin and Kadrick in them, until I see he is dressed as lavishly as anyone else in this estate, although his clothing is dark, looking more like fighting leathers than anything else.
"Kenna, is it?" he asks, tilting his head to the side as he blatantly drags his gaze over my body, no shame to be seen. Tucking my hands behind my back, I dip my head, not fidgeting, not quivering under his scrutiny. Whoever he is, he isn’t getting any satisfaction in my discomfort.
My tone is wary. "Yes..."
He holds his hand out to me, covered in dark leather gloves. I withhold an eye roll. Gloves are far too common in individuals not interested in finding their mates. I’ve seen Isaiah wear them in almost every public appearance he has made...He probably doesn’t want a mate, a Luna who can challenge his views.
"Zire. Isaiah's second-in-command."
"I didn't know Alpha's needed a second-in-command,” I murmur curiously, shaking his hand firmly.
An uncomfortable lump in my throat gathers. I have no idea who this man is, and whether he is being truthful about being Isaiah’s second-in-command. If he is, how do I not know about him? We put in so much effort to find out as much as possible so I wouldn’t be entering the estate blind, and yet Zire is a wild card I didn’t expect. He must be new, or Isaiah’s best kept secret.
Isaiah approaches down the hallway, motioning for us to enter the room just up the hall. "They don't.”
"Isaiah is a friend who took pity on me,” Zire explains as we enter the dining room. Isaiah sits at the head of the table, and I sit opposite Zire.
I’ve become accustomed to how Isaiah looks from all the research I’ve done into his public appearances, and yet everytime I see him in person, I feel extreme amounts of guilt for the way my stomach flutters. He’s an Alpha, and he’s unreasonably attractive, with his perfect bone structure and deep green eyes. It only makes me hate him more, trying to concentrate on how he uses his looks to get what he wants...Right?
"So he just gave you a high position for no reason?" I question, adjusting myself in the seat. Isaiah quirks a brow at Zire, the two clearly sharing an inside story I’m not privy to. The Alpha raises his hands above the table for a moment, and I realise he too is wearing black gloves. My eyes narrow.
Zire shifts his attention to me, shrugging his shoulders. "Your father gave you this position, despite your lack of expertise about this Pack."
"Zire is very skilled," Isaiah cuts in before I can respond, looking at me. "As are you, I assume."
"Depends in what, you mean,” I murmur, focusing the intensity of my gaze on him. He doesn’t look away at my obviously flirtatious remark, reading between the lines, but refusing to cower. There’s a lingering second where he gazes at me, before Zire cuts in, oblivious.
"I still don't understand how one girl is meant to quell unrest through the Pack,” he claims.
Isaiah takes a long drink from his glass. "I've explained this to you.”
"Not well enough, it seems."
"I'm to be used as a mechanism to gain the trust, to reduce slander against the Alpha by proving ill-represented reports wrong,” I tell him, reciting what the real Kenna would have likely been told. The words taste like ash on my tongue, being something that I have to force out. I can hardly believe this is a role that someone, being me at this point, has to play. And unfortunately, I will have to do that for Isaiah, while I am here. It will ultimately be worth it, though.
"Why you? Why not some girl off the street?” Zire questions, both to Isaiah and I. He starts placing food spread out across the table onto his plate. I’m not liking how he is questioning Isaiah’s judgment, how he is doubting why I’m here. If they decide I should be sent home, then I’m done for. The rebellion won’t get another chance to get back into Isaiah’s life.
"I am some girl off the street,” I cross my arms over my chest.
"Her father is a powerful Noble. People like him in the Love Pack, which I hope translates here,” Isaiah explains, sounding irritated he has to explain this again to Zire, who continues to study me with an unnerving amount of scrutiny. Is he suspicious of me?
"I heard you know not much about Isaiah,” Zire notes, sounding both curious, and accusatory. Knowing nothing about Isaiah is a strategy I’m banking everything on. If he thinks he can make me like him before I find out how bad his reputation, then he will be more likely to trust me, and therefore more likely to let me into the vulnerable parts of his life that I can exploit.
"I was only told what I needed to do," I say with a shrug, spooning some fruit into a bowl in front of me, avoiding Zire’s gaze. I want to seem casual, unbothered. "What goes on here is beyond me."
Zire narrows his eyes. "Right...."
I turn my attention to Isaiah, deciding it’s dangerous ground to continue talking to Zire, letting him reveal more about my back story. Isaiah isn’t eating, staring at his blank plate vacantly. There always seems to be something on his mind that he won’t share with anyone. If only I was a powerful immortal like Thought who could dig into his mind and reveal everything...If only an immortal like that would work with the rebellion.
"You have a beautiful home, Alpha,” I exclaim animatedly. It is a beautiful home, if I ignore all the suffering that had to go into making it happen. It’s full of rich history and masterful architecture, and is big enough for me to be able to explore for days, and that doesn’t even include the grounds.
"Call me Isaiah," he offers, his voice smooth. Calling him Alpha makes it easier to see him for the cruel man who has inflicted pain on my family for the past few years. "And thank you. My ancestors built it."
"How lucky you are to inherit such wealth,” I comment, sipping my tea, forcing the bitterness out of my tone. He seems to sense it anyway, a challenge glittering in his eyes. How many beautiful women have been seduced by those eyes? I don’t even want to think about it.
"I haven't been feeling so lucky recently," Isaiah sighs, running a hand back through his silken black hair, strands raining down his forehead gently. "Wealth only takes one pain and replaces it with another."
Something rises up within me, repressed from the short amount of time I’ve been in here. "Living in poverty is not just one pain. It's fear, pain, embarrassment."
"What do you know about poverty? You were raised by a Noble in one of the wealthiest Pack's there is.” Zire laughs, taking a bite from an apple. It takes all my restraint not to yell at him, not to tell them that they are the ones who have no idea what it is like, when wealth isn’t the only thing you are lacking.
I swallow, falling back into my seat, quelling my anger, letting it simmer beneath my skin. "I like charity."
Zire looks at Isaiah and grins, even though Isaiah doesn’t return the expression. When the second-in-command looks back at me, his eyes are light, the smile not diminishing.
"What's with that face?" I ask warily.
He smothers his smile, looking away. "Nothing."
I summon a calm breath, deciding I can’t stand this man. Whoever he is to Isaiah doesn’t matter. I’m not going to pretend to like him, even for this mission. He is the walking example of how everyone thinks Isaiah is behind closed doors. And although the Alpha isn’t so overtly like this, I know he is just hiding it well, sharing Zire’s sentiments.
"I hope you're heartless, Kenna," Zire says, hiding his amusement behind his hand. "To do what we do, you're going to need to be."
¬AviaHis arms wrap around my body, tugging me closer against him.The feeling of Kadrick’s lips against mine, his body pressed so close to me, scent evading my senses, is delightful, and yet I can’t keep my mind from wandering. It’s getting late, but I needed a moment with Kadrick, to make sure everything between us is still okay, that he still isn’t bothered by my mission. He isn’t, as far as I’m aware, but it doesn’t make me feel any less guilty.At the very least, I’m glad I’ve been able to sneak out most nights to come to the compound. It’s not realistic to do it every night, but seeing Kadrick and Malin makes me feel
¬AviaI barely have a chance to grab my morning coffee before Isaiah approaches me."Kenna, good morning," he says, smiling tightly at me. He can be so effortlessly polite, conditioned his whole life to assume the role of someone whose best asset is to hide their true intentions. "I wanted to introduce you to some people."I’m already aware of exactly who I’m expected to convene with, but I appear none-the-wiser anyway. "Who?"
¬AviaTonight, I’m feeling brave.I’ve noticed since I’ve arrived that no one hangs around past midnight, so instead of going back to the compound to see Kadrick and Malin, I’m going to explore. If I get caught, I’ll just blame it on general curiosity, or perhaps I’ll blame it on home-sickness that is making me want to learn the layout of this enormous manor so I can feel more comfortable.Avoiding the Alpha’s quarters, I begin my exploration upstairs. Most unmarked doors I avoid, worried I may open one and it’s someone’s room. So I just
~AviaI’ve decided not to stay long at the compound tonight, wanting to finally get a proper night's sleep instead of gallivanting all about the city the whole night long.My hands tightly grip the window sill to my room here in Isaiah’s estate, as I pull myself up. I’ve gotten quite good at coming in through this window, as leaving through my door has recently become too much of a risk. Mercifully, a trellis laced with climbing ivy aids me in my climb up to the second story, even if I can feel the soft bend in the thin wood as I make my way up.Wincing, I pull myself through the last part of the window, ducking my head be
~AviaVoices and rushed footsteps outside my room forced me to rise early this morning.For a moment, I’m confused, as I dress quickly and stride downstairs, avoiding frantic staff who hardly have time to murmur vacant apologies at me as they pass. The main foyer downstairs is far more busy, many people separated into small groups as they talk fill the space, none bothering to look up as I join them, looking for anyone I know who can give me answers.Spotting Isaiah at the other end of the room, speaking to some unfamiliar face, I walk to meet
~AviaI go where I know I can run into him naturally.I’m not sure how long I stand in the kitchen, sipping from a glass of water, waiting for Isaiah to emerge from his underground room. Malin is right, this mission needs to move forward, and quickly. The longer it takes for me to get information from Isaiah, the longer I have to be here, which means at any moment, someone could realise I’m not the real Kenna.Finally, I hear soft footsteps from the adjacent hallway, so I turn to the tap on and refill my glass. All my senses are alert as I anticipate Isaiah’s entry. Speaking to him like this, in the middle of the night where he
~AviaI couldn’t bring myself to admit to Malin and Kadrick what happened in the kitchen last night between Isaiah and I.I’ve spent the better part of the day gnawing at my fingernails, leaving them raw and tender, pacing back and forth incessantly in my room. Proceeding from here is going to take a lot of caution, since I’m teetering on a very dark, unforgiving path. Had I succumbed to Isaiah’s wishes, what would have happened to me? I would be disgraced."You've failed. He truly doesn't want you,” Malin mutter, tossing her hands up. I sit with m
~AviaI lean back in my seat, letting the sun drench me."How are you and the Alpha doing?" Cherry’s sweet voice asks from beside me. I turn my head, looking at her. Myself, Cherry, Mari and Savea have found ourselves louding out the back of Isaiah’s manor, enjoying the heat from the sun. My morning was hectic with everyone running around trying to make sense of what happened to my personal guard, and since I’m not allowed out of sight without one, I’m forced to be in the company of three girl’s I struggle to have anything in common with."I'm gett
~AviaI hold Isaiah's hand tightly, looking at him as he looks at the house that reportedly held his mother in the duration of Isaiah's reign as Alpha.Over the past month, while transferring power, we have sent her letters, asking her if she wanted to return to the estate, but she refused. So now, we have come to where she has made herself a home, on the edge of the Passion Pack.Isaiah is anxious to see her again. It's been years since Kit forbid him from seeing her until he proved himself as Alpha.And now I get to watch them being reunited."Are you nervous?" I ask softly. Isaiah nods, swallowing tightly as he stares at the front door, which we are yet to approach. He's taking his time, drinking in the sight of his mother's home, which she is unwillingly to part with. I can't blame her. It's beautiful out here.Isaiah sighs. "More then I would like to admit.""When did she leave?" I ask gently. Making him repeat the story will make him remember who much he wants this. He's convinc
~AviaIsaiah's fingers press gently into my jaw, turning my head around so he can examine my face.Kit's hit has left a mark, which I've thankfully covered with makeup, although by the seething anger simmering in Isaiah's gaze, some of it is still visible. It's not good, considering it's Tai's wedding day to Elise, and important people will be present. But by the end of the ceremony, it won't matter."I'm going to kill him," Isaiah growls softly.He looks handsome, dressed up as he is, looking the part he is meant to play. Today, it doesn't hurt to see him like this, knowing we are going to escape this life, that he is mine completely, and soon, him and I can be together with no interruption."Me too," I sigh, fighting the urge to touch the tender flesh of my cheek. It only stoke my anger, my desire for revenge that I will be granted today."I can't believe he would hit you." He shakes his head, dark brows furrow."It won't matter after today, right?" I say lightly, trying to remind o
~AviaThe cool of the night does nothing to soothe my anger as I stride outside, wondering if I should run into the forest and never come back.I hate her. I truly hate her.Footsteps sound from behind me, and when I turn to look over my shoulder, I'm relieved to see it's Isaiah approaching, and not Malin. "Hey...hey, Avia, are you okay?""I'm done. I hate her," I tell him. I don't even think I can look at her again, let alone continue with the rebellion. It's not worth it anymore, if Malin is doing this. I should have backed away the moment she took my leadership position away from me, but Isaiah being involved encouraged me to stay and see this through.He envelopes me in a hug, pressing me against him. "It's okay...""No, it's not okay. She killed Kenna," I tell him, as if he truly ever knew who Kenna was. How could anyone take a life like that? I should have freed her much sooner...I should have saved her when I first started having doubts."She shouldn't have done that, I know th
~AviaRebellion meetings like this are risky.With Kit staying at the estate, he notices absences far more. So we have been sneaking out together in the middle of the night. It's exciting, doing this behind Kit's back with Isaiah. I'm beyond happy that I know longer have to keep this from him.Elise and I haven't spoken since she demoted me. The only reason I want to stay is because of Isaiah, otherwise I think I would have left by now. She went behind my back. I don't think I'll ever trust her again.But I've decided I like Kae. She is decisive and honest.Malin may be the former, but she most definitely is not the latter."It's our time to move soon. Kit may not be around for long, so we need a solid plan," Kae tells the group, steam from her coffee wafting up around her face. Everyone is overwhelmed by Kit's visit, knowing now is the time to make our move."I want to kill him. I'm going to kill him," Isaiah says. Everyone is still, knowing what it must take for a son to want to kil
*Mature Content Warning - Read At Your Own Discretion!*~AviaKit arrived a few days later, much to the dismay of everyone in the manor.Mercifully, I haven't seen him all day, keeping to myself. However, dinner time has come around, and I've been summoned to the dining room. I wish I didn't have to see him until the moment I can kill him, but Isaiah wants to announce me as his mistress so his father won't speculate about any affection we show toward each other.Striding into the dining room, I take my seat next to Isaiah, opposite Kit. Cherry and Zire are here, but Elise has finally departed home for a short period of time before the wedding."Kit, it's good to see you," I muse, forcing a tight smile upon my lips."You too Kenna. How is your father?" He asks, brazenly looking over me. I can feel Isaiah stiffen watching his father, but I quickly nudge his leg with my foot under the table, not wanting him to reveal his anger right now.I summon a calm breath. "Doing well.""Really? I h
~AviaWe sit at the table the next morning, silently eating our breakfast."You all okay? You seem tired," Cherry notes, looking at each of us in turn.Considering everything that is going on, Elise has made some kind of excuse to stay. Now we are all here at once, all in the rebellion and eager to deal with Kit. Cherry has no idea though, which Zire insisted continues. It's not that we think she will talk to anyone about it, we all just agreed that we didn't want her to have to harbour this secret."Hardly slept," Isaiah mutters, glancing up at me over the rim of his coffee cup. We got back late last night, and although part of me was tempted to spend the last few hours before dawn in Isaiah's room, I remembered the role I have to play here.And it's not as Isaiah's mate.Elise leans back in her seat, peeling away at her fruit. "Me neither.""I was...reading," Zire says, frowning down at his plate, avoiding Cherry's eyes. So much for the expert liar. When it comes to Cherry, he has n
~AviaI find Isaiah standing outside the compound, staring off into the small woods that flank it.He wears the shadows like a cloak, not looking my way as I approach. My heart pounds wildly, stomach fluttering. I'm frightened he will tell me he won't forgive me, that he doesn't want anything to do with me.But I'm also frightened he will tell me he does want to be with me, and everything will go back to being complicated.He continues to stare straight ahead into the darkness as I lean my back against the wall of the building next him. "I don't even know your name.""It's Avia," I whisper."Avia," he mouths, testing my name out on his lips.I've become so accustomed to hearing him call me Kenna that my stomach flips hearing my true name. I never thought we would get to this part, where he knew my name before his reign as Alpha has been taken down. But it feels right, as if the last puzzle piece has been slotted in to confirm we truly are mates, because the feeling that overcomes me h
~AviaI've never felt such horror.This is a trap, we've been caught. Zire told Isaiah who I truly am, and now they have infiltrated the rebellion, and I'm going to go to prison for a very long time. I feel like screaming, hyperventilating or even fainting. Anything to distract myself from the terrifying reality that my life is truly ending."What is going on?" I ask quietly, looking at everyone's shocked expressions in turn. None of them look angry, surprisingly, but it appears as though they didn't expect to see me here. Maybe this isn't a plot against me.Isaiah steps forward, all the warmth in his emerald eyes that I've become familiar with has leeched out, leaving an iciness in it's wake. "That is a great question."Malin grasps my arm, looking as panicked as I feel."We need to get out of here, Avia. We have been caught," Malin exclaims, backing toward the door. This is the first time I've seen her not in control of a situation, taken aback by the last people we expected to see
~AviaTears stream down my face as I drive, aiming for the city.I can't go back, not now. The mission is over, and I failed. All I can do now is hope Malin will take me back into the Rebellion, otherwise I'm going to have to create a life elsewhere. It hurts to think about leaving Isaiah, never seeing him again, but I can't risk him forcing me to stay with him, to be with him when I want nothing to do with leading this Pack.Eventually I make it into the city, my tears drying as a sense of responsibility drapes over me. I've known I wouldn't be able to make this work for a while, so this shouldn't have come as a surprise.I just wish I didn't allow myself to be so weak in that moment...I shouldn't have let him kiss me.Once I've made it deep into the city, I park and change quickly into clothing in the back of my car. I need to get some sleep, in this quiet parking lot, with what remaining hours of night time are left, and then head to the compound in the morning.I wake a few hours