Sandra and I go up to the breakfast table. Today, I invite her to eat with me. I think we've now passed the maid and lady stage.I mean, we were just talking about overthrowing her leader. It's safe to say we're now friends. even best friends. The new cook serves up a plate of hot pancakes with blueberries and maple syrup. We dig into the food like animals. Damn, talking does make me hungry.As we eat, I make up my mind to head into Harry's office immediately and have a nice long talk with him. That is, if he'd let me.I haven't spoken to him since that day we had a spat on the training grounds. I still cannot and will never forgive him.He thinks he's been precautious, but he's just being obnoxious. Who the hell kills people before getting information from them?He is hotheaded and unstable. Unfit to govern members of the pack; heck, he can't even govern himself. Every day, I keep wondering what made him like this.It all started after his coronation. The day he officially became an
I leave Sandra and march down to Harry's office with a million things on my mind.But the recurring thought has to do with Councilor Will. What does he know about Sir Smith? How did he find out about his state and what happened to him?This is all so confusing.When I get to Harry's office door, I only knock once before giving myself permission to enter his office. He's working, as usual.As he hears my footsteps inside his office, he looks up from his desk and turns to face me."We have a lot to discuss." I say with urgency as I drag out the chair on the other side of his desk and take a seat, relaxing my back into the soft cushion, plated with leather."We sure do." He says in a mysterious tone, and I nod."First of all—""You should respect me." He cuts off my words, and the rest die down inside my throat as I give him an incredulous look."What?" My pitch goes an octave higher."You barged into my office without waiting for my permission to answer, and you have the audacity to rai
After answering his question, Harry expects me to leave his office, but I don't move an inch.We've only gotten answers to one part of the reason I'm here. I still have to convince him to be a better alpha. If I'm not able to get through to him, I'll go through with the next step."Harry," I call out in a soft tone, and I hear him grunt as he takes on his chair."Why are you still here?" He asks in an irritated tone, and I huff."Because I'm not done." I cry out. He raises a brow at me."What? You still want to accuse one of my trusted friends?" He mocks me."I want to accuse you." I bite out, and this grabs his attention."What the hell?" He asks me slowly, and I manage to see his slowly rising anger."You know all this is happening because of you! You want to know what I think? I think it's because of the way you treat your people that one of them decided to get back at you, and your father is the closest they can get." I say the words in confidence, and they sound correct to me."H
On my way back to my room, people standing around the hallway turn their faces away when I pass. It's almost like they don't want to be noticed by me.I'm guessing they must've heard the loud discussion between Harry and me. To think they would act somehow uplifted.When I get to my room, I notice that the door is unlocked. My eyes narrow into suspicious slits as I widen the already opened door and enter the room.I hear shuffling, and then I notice that it's only Sandra, standing in the middle of the room, dusting her dress. She must've been sitting on the bed before I walked in.I bet she thought it was some kind of crime to sit on the bed without my permission. There's a look of anticipation on her features.She probably wants to know how the talk with Harry turned out. I let out a heavy sigh before dropping down on the bed."There's no convincing the so-called alpha of yours." I tell her in a defeated tone, and she presses her eyelids together before opening them and looking at me
"What do you think?" Harry asks me, and I finally snap."I can think of anything with you pacing around the room and asking me what I think every twenty seconds!" I bark, and he presses his lips against each other before clearing his throat.Right now, we're in the former alpha's room. I came to check up on the man, and I don't know which big-mouthed guard went and told Harry that I was here.He marched down to the room to observe what I was doing. I would've appreciated it if he were quieter, but he keeps pestering me with the stupidest questions to ever exist.He's so annoying."I'll keep my questions to myself from here on." He says to me in a choked tone, and I sneer."You're better," I remark.With the stethoscope Harry got me—among other things—I checked Sir Smith's heartbeat, and it was anything but regular.Now that I'm able to hear clearly, I can make out how irregular the man's heartbeat is. It goes fast for a few seconds, then drastically turns slow for another few seconds,
"I'd rather die!" I spit out my words, dripping venom.Sandra doesn't look in the slightest bit fazed by my attitude."You would, but you won't. He'd make other people die for your selfishness." Her tone is cold and detached, causing me to flinch at her sharp but true words.I hate how Harry always leaves me without any options. But that will change soon enough. If only I could just—"But Sandra, have you thought about it?" I change the topic, and I'm sure she understands what I mean because her features freeze for a while before they relax."Your bath, yes. Let's have you in the tub; I'll pick out your clothing." She chose to ignore what I said.How original.I'll get her to agree to my terms one of these days. I know I will.I have a long bath, mostly because I'm trying to delay having breakfast with the devil. Along the way, Sandra realizes what I'm doing, and she takes it upon herself to drain the bath water, forcing me to stand up and get ready for the day.I hate how I'm always
I go back to my room and think about my new-found plan. I just need Sandra to cooperate with me. She's the only one I can trust.I can't ask any random person to go to the human world and help me pass a message to Oliver; it would bring both the person and I to our deaths.Because Harry won't appreciate me plotting behind his back at all. But if I could just—Someone bursts through my room doors in that second, and I flinch a bit before standing up.It's Lauren.Haven't I warned her never to come back to my room again? What the hell is wrong with this girl? Doesn't she understand things?Her nails today are viciously long and painted blood red as she rocks a body-hugging black gown that could pass off as a tiny towel along with heels.Is there an event going on that I wasn't aware of? Why the hell would she wear such clothes on a normal day? Goddess, everyone in this pack is out of their mind."Get out." I don't bother myself with pleasantries."Shut it!" She snaps at me viciously and
"Then you have to leave tonight!" I say to Sandra with urgency, and she gives me a baffled look."What? Why?" She asks in a croaked voice."The sooner, the better. I'll give you all the directions, and by tomorrow you'll be able to get to Oliver. I want Oliver to come here to the pack." She widens her eyes at the last statement."Yes. And I know just when. You've heard of the feast that Harry is throwing in my honor, right?" I ask her, and she nods her head."That'll be the perfect opportunity for Oliver to come to the pack." I quip, and she makes a click sound with her tongue as she puts on her thinking face."The place would be rowdy, and the guards would be occupied. It's a perfect, foolproof plan." I add."I understand." She says and I wear the largest smile."You said something about leaving tonight..."***I've never been this anxious in my entire life. After I gave Sandra directions to the human world and she left, I've been feeling so anxious.What if something happens? What i