CHRIS The journey is longer than expected, perhaps the rider is doing it on purpose to get on my nerves. It's certain, I’m freaking paranoid, a loose ruler and maybe he wants to taste more of my bitterness. “Move this shitty carriage!” I yell through the opening and to the driver. The speed doesn't increase like it should, but it also doesn't remain the same. Just a slight difference, worthy enough to exclude him from being punished further. It takes a long while before the scenery begins to make sense. The pack houses and trees dispersion and landscape. We're in Orlando, alas! I exclaimed to myself. The pressure within me intensifies like an inflated balloon, almost sending my heart to shreds. I won't only be facing Nikki, but the three alphas and worse still, Aaliyah. How the heck can I work my way past the hurdles and moreover, go back to my pack with my mate, their Luna? I sigh. It would have been easier if she had gone to her home and not Aaliyah’s. It won't take a lot of c
CHRISHe doesn't respond to me, rather, he walks to the seat in the middle, which I presume is meant for the leading Alpha, and sits on it. The silence between us is like a deadly weapon, brewing hate and stirring up our defences. The only noise palpable is our laboured breaths and the hard grinning of his teeth. The tension arising is getting thicker and more scary. If a fight t that's almost inevitable should ensue, I will be at a disadvantage, considering it's not my pack. As obstinate as I am, I rather go home a wounded soldier, with my mate by my side, than untouched and without a mate. I've been here just once, after the vacation at Nikki’s home, we stopped by Orlando pack for two nights, before we ended our journey. I turn to leave the main chamber, with a different purpose altogether, aware of the room Nikki will probably be in. "I'm glad you talked some senses into your dumb skull. I would have done it gladly for you.” He grins. "I'm glad you chose the better title, 'dumb
MELLISSA For frustrating minutes that seem to drag by, I remain hidden, away from people, and away from my sin. I cover my face thoroughly with my scarf and double my pace. When I am far away from people's eyes, I take to my heels and divert into a small corner. Finding solace in the canopy of trees and shrubs and odd serenity, I begin to sob. My heart throb like hell and I don't fight the hurt and pain and sting. I remain on my butt and cry a river, my head is horribly banging and aching like shit. Crying to my satisfaction, I wipe my wet cheeks with my palms, get off the damp soil, and dust the butt of my dress with the back of my hands. And making sure no one is watching, I take a narrow path that disappears into the wild. Ever since I committed the grave sin against baby Hendrix, our lady, that was nothing but sweet to me and protective about me and to the entire back, I took to hiding. It's more like even though I get what I wanted from the sin, it isn't going to be worth it,
MELLISSA.I must have drifted asleep while lost in thought, with both baby Hendrix’s dress and my mama's wrapper in my hands. Not like I expected better while I slept, but it isn't bad either to hope for a miracle. Like my mama at the corner of the house, cooking and cheerful, or merrily cutting her veggies as she sings like a morning bird. Not being fortunate with a miracle, I wake up lonely and even worse than I slept, I woke up more confused than I was before I took a nap. It's been approximately two weeks and extra days, since she went missing, with no clue of her whereabouts. What is she like at the moment, what is she surviving on? Is the food and water healthy, and is it sufficient for her? Worse still, is she still alive? I fight back tears. The rumblings from my stomach, make me clutch my arms around my abdomen, guarding it roughly. It's been quite a while since I had something to eat, not entirely because I’m grieving, but partly because I have only a few supplies left.
NIKKI I curl up in bed, like it's the safest place to be, and my bed sheet is half soaked with my tears, as I cry and sniff my way through. The banging in my head intensifies, with too much going on, I don't expect less. I thought I had moved on, I can't erase the fact that I despise him for what he did to me, and missed him every now and then, and that's it until he resurfaced. For a moment, I went numb, unsure of how to react. His obstinate self was been dragged out of the main house, as he struggled with the guards, his white dress was blood-stained and his body was bruised. He looked at me, his eyes beckoning to me without a word and I was totally paralysed. A part of me wanted to run to him and keep him warm from our body contacts and nurse him to recovery. And another part gladdens me as I watch him groan in pain. I knew it was Alpha Hudson, it had to be. He had promised to make him pay and he saw to it. I should probably thank him for watching out for me and ask that he do
NIKKI In hasty strides, I walk towards the main gate of the palace, aborting my evening stroll suddenly. At the moment, helping baby Hendrix and saving Aaliyah from her doom is the most important thing on my mind, even more than my mental stability. My legs are wobbly and I keep running regardless, and it's not so ladylike, seeing a woman scamper away like a rodent, talk more of one of my caliber. But that was to worry about later. Every freaking minute, I would touch the spot in my turban where I wrapped and hid the piece of paper, to be certain it’s still there. It takes another frustrating ten minutes to get to the main gate. No doubt, the guards are surprised to see me and they couldn't fake the looks on their faces for a moment. The one that insisted to be my guardian for as long as I remain in this pack peeps through the pocket hole and hurriedly, pulls me in, almost landing me on himself and onto the floor. “Lock the gate.” He’s almost screaming, scared that I’m being trail
SHELLY. There's a knock on the door, it's the normal time when Lady Agnes occasionally brings Petian to see me. She knows how obsessed and overly protective I am of her and she tries to ensure that I don't get too agitated. And to be honest, I’m usually expectant of their visit when it's almost time. I leave baby Hendrix in the cot that has now become his and go to get the door. On opening, I’m greeted by the purest smile in the world. Petian is standing by the door, barely reaching the knob as she extended her arms to hug me, so purely."Mama." she stutters, all smiley and smacking her lips together to make this odd childish sound. I blush, and a wave of affection sweeps over me. "Hello, pretty baby.” I squat to her level. “Come to mama.” I embrace her dearly, wrapping her in a bear hug. “I know you've missed her so much.” Lady Agnes teases. "Of course, you know I do.” I still don't take my eyes off the baby as I access her body for marks or scratches or...“Shelly, you would w
SHELLY.Bored, I take a stroll around the premises, careful enough not to wander too far. Lady Agnes has gone home with Petian, leaving me alone with baby Hendrix like it's always been for almost two weeks now. The night is cold, and so is the weather, as a cool breeze kisses my skin, awakening goosebumps on my bare flesh. This isn't the safest place, but I've not dismissed Lady Agnes’ offer to send guards down here. I believe it shouldn't be a bother, because it would mean drawing much attention to what needed to be as discreet as imagined and you can't guarantee they won't spill. Plus, I've not seen a reason to want their help, besides, the plan is yet to ripen, and two days before the said date, I would accept her offer. Ready to retire for the night, I turn around to retrace my steps, when I see a huge frame in the dark, the dim night light is of little help. I take a step backward, two and then three, until I’m out of count. The huge frame keeps walking towards me, at the sam