DelaneyOnly, the meal doesn't end as peacefully as I thought it would. We finish eating and Paola orders something they call Coal, which is a mass of gooey chocolate mixed with biscuit crumbs and nuts that’s absolutely delicious. It’s the best dessert I’ve ever had in my entire life, and I eat most of the bowl by myself and ignore the dirty look that Pollux gives me. I find that it’s easier when I act like he doesn’t exist. I didn’t have a problem with him before, but now I do. Does he think that he’s the only one who’s capable of being prejudiced against strangers? I don’t know him and yet, I have a terrible impression of him already. What kind of person judges another so harshly without knowing them? How can he assume that I’m a cold-blooded killer when his sister and I were in the can for very similar reasons?Only, she actually killed the man who was going to kill Pollux, and I never hurt anyone. My crime was being Omega and cursed. But I don’t want to talk about that anymor
DelaneyI still don't understand anything that's going on, because after Pollux says that, we sit still for a very long time and Connor serves the men the same thing we ate. I wish I had a way of communicating with Paola. I want to ask her so many questions. What's going to happen? Why did the others leave while we stayed behind? It’s frustrating that I have no ways of obtaining answers. I’ll have to wait and see. The air around us is crackling with tension. I find it a little hard for me to breathe. I wait expectantly to see what will happen, and honestly, I’m not looking forward to it at all. I’m not left wondering for too long after this thought crosses my mind, because the signal happens to be a sharp whistle, and everyone gets to work. The two men—who up until the whistle had been occupying a table close to the door—stand up and lock it. The visitors turn to look at them, confused, but they don’t act quickly enough. Connor reappears from the kitchen with a meat cleaver in h
Delaney“Are you going to tell me why the hell there are people after you?” Pollux asks right away. “And don’t lie to me. Don’t tell me that you don’t know what they’re talking about.”I feel extremely helpless right now. Having to explain myself to him is not something I ever thought I would have to do, but right now, he’s the one in charge, and unless I want to leave this place and try my luck elsewhere, I’ll have to cooperate. “I might have an idea,” I admit. “But I’m not sure. Nothing makes a lot of sense to me.”His rigid stance speaks volumes about his impatience. I lick my lips and say, “When I left the prison, they gave me an envelope with a new identity and instructions to leave the city. But Paola brought me here, and I fell in love with this place and what you were all fighting for, so I decided to stay.”“Who sent that to you?” he asks evenly. I shrug. “I don’t know. The letter wasn’t signed.”“Who do you think could’ve sent it?”I never really thought about it. I tell h
DelaneyAfter making our way to the surface, Paola and I don't say much to each other. I tried to convince her that she should stay behind. There's no reason why she should have to suffer because of me; because I was exiled. But Paola refuses to listen. I don't have many belongings. Everything I own fits in a plastic bag, and she mentioned the same thing. The surface feels different this time around. I didn't think I'd see the sky again, but here I am, walking down a lone road with my best friend next to me. Do we have a plan? Absolutely not. I have some money, and it'll really come in handy. I haven't told her about it yet. I guess I'll just have to see where we'll go. "I know a place," Paola tells me. "It's pretty rough, but unless we want to spend the night in the streets, that's is the only place we have to go."I agree, and we head there. Whenever I think about the fact that my plan practically blew up in my face, I feel slightly embarrassed and disappointed. I should’ve kn
DelaneyI hold in my gasp and press my back against the rough brick wall, praying to the goddess that the two men didn’t see me. The man in the alleyway continues whimpering while his assailants hover above him, raining kicks and punches down on him. I look from left to right and don’t spot a single person that I could call for help. They’re going to kill that man. I can’t do a thing to stop them. Years in prison has taught me to mind my own business. What could I do against two men? The least I can do is call for help. I decide to turn away and head back to the hotel, and I run directly into someone. A man. He’s tall and wearing a fitted black suit. A scar is running down the left side of his face, and his hair is tied back in a ponytail. The smile he gives me is wicked, and instills fear in me. Before I know it, he grabs my arm and starts dragging me toward the alleyway. No. I use my free hand to punch him in the face, but that does more damage to him than to me. My fingers ar
Delaney Pollux shoots the old man a glare and yells at him to mind his business when he ogles me. I’m covered in mud, and I have a few scrapes on my arms. Plus, there’s the dead man’s blood in my hands. I look like I walked straight out of a crime scene, which is exactly what happened. Paola exclaims when she sees us, and her eyes are as wide as saucers. “By the goddess. What happened!?” “We can’t stay here long,” Pollux barks as he heads into the bathroom. I think of sitting on the bed, but decide that I’ll just make it dirtier. But it seems we aren’t staying anyway, so I just sit. “What happened?” Paola asks me hurriedly. “I saw a man being killed, and then I was attacked by the assailants,” I briefly explain. “Pollux showed up and killed one of them, I think.” Paola touches her chest. She glances at the entrance of the bathroom, where Pollux is wiping his wet hands on a dirty towel with a scowl. He casts it aside, and then says to us, “We have to move. We’ll be bla
Delaney I make sure not to make any noise as I open the door to the basement, and step out. It’s almost six in the morning, and everyone is asleep. This is the best time for me to slip out because nobody will see me and ultimately, this is the best decision that I’ve made for myself. I can’t stay and hurt the people around me. It’s a selfish thing to do. Paola is the only friend I’ve ever had, and to know that I’m endangering her with my presence makes me feel sick to my stomach. Pollux is right; he cares for her, which is why he can’t stand me. I’ve been pulling his sister into my messes and it hasn’t been three full days since my release. I’m trouble. Perhaps I always have been. I left some money for her under the pillow. It’ll help her figure some things out, and I hope it’ll also double as an apology for bringing her into this. When I get upstairs, there isn’t anyone around. Their uncle left the front door unlocked yesterday, probably so make it easy for us to slip out befor
Alec Alpha Fredrick slams his fists on the table. "That traitor was my Beta! I don't think any of you understand what my pack is going through right now!"I rub my eyes, and feel exhaustion spreading all through my body. I don't like the topic of rebels, for some reason. It creates this sickening feeling in my gut that I don't know what to do with. Rebels in our midst. The last time it happened, it was disastrous. My father had been Alpha then; I was just a kid that didn't understand much of what was happening. "I feel quite ashamed," he adds before rubbing his reddened face. Everyone else is quiet and looking at him, even my Betas. I make eye contact with Trevor's father, and he stares back at me blankly. I don't know what anyone is thinking right now. All I know is that this has put a stop to the investigation of Delaney Waters, so I couldn't be more relieved. That gives her more than enough time to leave the city and establish herself somewhere far away from here. And maybe, j