Helpless

Chapter 9

Alessia's pov

“I'm really sorry my lady. I didn't mean to barge in.’’ Melanie apologised for the upteempth time.

Didn't she get it? I was most grateful for her barge in. I dreaded imagining what would have happened if she hadn't stepped in.

“I need only one thing from you, Melanie.’’ I voiced, hoping my eyes did the pleading enough.

She lifted her face to meet my gaze, her palms tucked anxiously in front of her.

“Not a word of this should get out. What you saw back there was a silly misunderstanding.’’ I pleaded. Thompson must not hear of it, not even a fleeting rumor.

‘‘I promise.’’ Melanie didn't hesitate to say.

I understood her fright. Their almighty Lycan king was involved, so her fear was justified.

“Leave. Find my husband, tell him I need to see him.’’ I instructed, watching her leave before going for my phone on the nightstand.

I dialed the home line, muttering prayers in my heart that Adrian picks it up. The line connected.

‘‘Adrian?’’

“Mom Alessia!’’ Liah squealed into the phone.

I sighed silently in disappointment, forcing a smile. “How are you doing princess?”

“I'm great. I miss you and dad so much.” I could imagine her lips pouting.

‘‘We’ll be back soon okay? Is Adrian close?’’ I was slightly impatient.

First, I needed to be sure my boy was doing fine without me by his side. And I needed to hear his voice to stop this craziness, this addictive heat that emanated from the Lycan’s influence.

I needed to remind myself that I had a son I loved so much and needed to stay by his side. I couldn't deflate that for anything.

“Adrian! Adrian!!’’ Liah yelled in the background. ‘‘Mom Alessia is on the phone.’’

I heard Adrian's stomping footsteps as he raced to get the phone, it was typical to my thumping pulse in Lycan Cyril’s arms moments ago.

I shook off the thoughts of him. The thoughts of him that wouldn't stop sipping into my mind.

‘‘Mom?’’ Adrian's voice tuned into the line, melting my heart instantly.

‘‘My baby. How are you doing?’’

“Not good.’’ Adrian answered, and I strangely wasn't surprised by it. I was completely dispirited instantly.

All his life, or at least most of the time, he's had me around. Even if I left for a function with Thompson, the most we'd return was the next morning while the children were still asleep.

‘‘I'm sorry I didn't call until now. Mommy has been quite busy, okay?’’

My heart weighed. I couldn't imagine what he was going through in Annalise's hands with everyone absent. She never liked him. She felt Thompson loved him more because he was the apparent heir.

‘‘When are you returning home?’’ The dullness in Adrian's voice was what got my heart aching the most.

I sighed, afraid to disappoint him. “We won't take long, I promise. I'll consult with your dad later and tell you immediately okay?’’

“So you won't be returning tonight.’’ He mumbled disappointedly. It was like a thousand pricks in my heart.

“C'mon baby, be strong for mummy please.’’ Maybe if I was a bit bolder with my tone, he would have cropped some courage from it. I failed.

“Tell me, is Annalise really bad to you? Have you had a bath yet, did she feed you?’’ My heart raced as I anticipated his response.

“I'm fine…’’ He muttered. I instantly concluded that he meant the reverse.

“I'll call you back. I need to see your dad now.’’ I disconnected the call and raced to find Thompson.

I ran into Melanie on the way and she apologised for taking too long, claiming she had searched and searched before she found Thompson. Thanks to her undeterred efforts, I got Thompson's location without additional stress.

“I don't get it. Why exactly are we here?’’ I cussed. War waged in me at the mere thoughts of Annalise's hands on Adrian.

“What's your problem this time?’’ Thompson heaved, dropping his phone beside a glass of liquor on the small luxurious table before him.

He was busy relaxing in the longue with no reasonable thoughts in his mind while I battled vigorously with the daring circumstances this place posed before me. If he would be so comfortable being on his own then why bring me along?

“I need to return home. I can't stay here any longer.’’ I yelled. It was a demand and not a request this time.

Disbelief flashed in his eyes as he gazed up at the, peeling off his arms from where they laid across the plush cushion. I subconsciously stepped back, watching him stand to tower above me.

‘‘What was that, you fucking yell at me?’’ His eyes darkened, cheesed off. If there was one thing he detested, it was me yelling at it. It deflated his ego.

What better way to handle this than going humble?

“Please let me go. Adrian is unwell.’’ I tried reaching for his arms, but he ducked my grip.

‘‘Adrian is fine. I spoke with him last night.’’

“He's totally not fine.’’ I sniffled. Helpless.

“Then the nanny will take care of it. I employed a sitter to take care of things in your absence so stop the unnecessary worries.’’ He scoffed, turning away from me to reclaim his position on the cushion.

He had caught me in an inescapable route. How else do I try to convince him that Adrian's was only a part of the numerous reasons I couldn't be here in this mansion?

‘‘I feel cold and alone having the whole room to myself at night.’’ I mumbled. Unsure if this was the right moment to bring up that topic of discussion.

Thompson took his glass, sipping some content.

“Stay with me tonight.’’ Tears pricked my eyes. His neglect was thrashing to my soul. “And if you can't withstand me, just send me back to Silverstone pack.’’

‘‘You don't give me conditions…’’

“I'm making a request not a condition.’’ I snapped. My heart was slowly failing to clamp my emotions.

“I'm the one to take such decisions. You are in no position to make me do it.” He picked up his phone, like I was some minnow to be ignored.

“Can you fucking regard me for once, Thompson!’’ I broke down, my fingers digging into my palms as I tried to hold my frame from collapsing.

“Stop making a fuse, I didn't ask you to be so desperate. You wanted this marriage not me.’’ He hissed, returning to his phone.

I dashed out. Intending to hide my pain, my utter disappointment and failure, from the face of the world. I was forced to a halt when I caught Lycan Cyril by the door, his eyes keen with displeasure.