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
Delaney The matter of me trying to get away while Paola was sleeping is forgotten.Pollux doesn't mention it to his sister when she wakes up, and neither do I. I don't know how I feel about sharing secrets with him, mostly because I'm not sure that I trust his intentions one hundred percent. It feels like he's doing all of this for an ulterior motive, only, I have no idea what it could be. Pollux is a mystery to me, but my hope is that I'll figure him out the longer we stay in each other's presence. I don't want to assume the worst just yet, but I'll definitely be more cautious around him. We leave as soon as Paola wakes up. On our way to the car, I ask him, "Where are we going?""Somewhere," he simply answers.His vague responses infuriate me, but I'm trying to be patient. He saved my life, and so far, he hasn't made a decision that got us into trouble. I don't have anywhere to go in any case, so it's only natural to let him take charge. I’ll keep an eye out, though. There’s no
AlecThings have gotten extremely complicated since I found out that Delaney Waters is still in the city. I’ve been having a hard time locating her; that’s a good thing and a bad one. It’s good because that means the other Alphas can’t find her either, and it’s bad because I need to make her leave the city before she gets herself in more trouble. Shit, I wish I didn’t care what happened to her. I don’t know why I feel so responsible for her. I got her arrested because at the time, I had no control and my father was in charge. I didn’t want her to die. But I’ve since corrected that mistake and got her out at the first opportunity. Whatever she chooses to do with her freedom is on her. But if she’s caught, they will kill her. There’s no way around it. As I head into the next meeting, I find everyone there, and their faces are all grave. Fear course through me, as thick as blood, as I make my way to my seat. There’s always the possibility that someone found her before me, of course,
Delaney Paola eyes me through the mirror as she dries her hair. She's just gotten out of the shower, and it's my turn next. "Ingrid told me the strangest thing, you know.""What?" I ask as I pull my clothes off and climb inside the bathtub. The shower curtain is made of plastic, and it's parted slightly. I turn the water on and sigh in relief and gratitude as it gets warm. I stand under the spray of water, and the water saturates my hair entirely before running down my body. "She told me she used to be mean to me because she had a huge crush on me," she states before giggling. "Can you imagine that?""I guess it makes sense," I comment. "I felt the same way," she claims. "I guess it was just an immature thing for her to do, but she apologized and it's over now. I didn't think I'd forgive her as quickly as I did, but it happened."I grab the bar of soap and start to scrub my body. It has a hint of vanilla scent. I breathe it in as I lather the soap between my hands, and Paola keeps
Delaney Pollux walks ahead of the two of us, and stands in front of us, almost like he’s acting like a shield between us and this predatory looking man. Behind him, Ingrid looks like she might be sick, and the look she gives us is apologetic. I don’t know what’s going on, but I don’t like how the suspense is making me feel nauseous while at the same time, making me feel like I should run far away from this place. “What’s going on?” Pollux asks, his voice thick with command. Ingrid takes a shaky breath, and says, “This is Matteo, and he’s just leaving.” “No, no, no,” Matteo says in that same deep voice that cuts through the air. A wicked smile is curving his lips, and he gives all three of us a good look. “This is what we need, like I told you. You three believe in the cause, don’t you? You’re rebels.” Nobody answers his question, and he steps closer to us in response before saying, “My name is Matteo, like Ingrid said, and I’m the head of the rebel force up here. We do th
AlecI straighten my bow tie in front of the mirror, and Carla appears behind me and wraps her arms around my waist. “You’re a sight,” she says with a soft smile. Ever since our argument yesterday, she’s been in a much better mood. I guess it’s because I lied to her about Delaney, and now, she’s more assured about our relationship and the way I feel about her. None of this is honorable. It’s merely necessary. I hate having to lie to her, but I can’t tell her the truth. The situation in itself is just downright tragic. She has always loved me—since high school, to be precise—and my mind has been on the redheaded Omega that paid for my crime since the day we found out that we were mates. My feelings haven’t changed since, not even after the rejection.The same protective feeling that overpowered me when I saw Trevor trying to kill her is still within me, forcing me to protect her from these people who want to see her dead. And I can’t tell this to anyone. It’s my cross to bear. I
DelaneySo far, the night has been calm and pretty uneventful, at least for me. I’m being kept in the sidelines; I’m here mostly to fill the shoes of someone else, so not a lot of duties are expected from me. Matteo made sure of that. We were to steer clear of the main room; Pollux has other duties that don’t involve us, and of course, he didn’t mention what they were. He’s mysterious like that, and hates to give explanations about what he’s doing. Paola and I are keeping a close eye on each other. We mostly just fill trays with canapé’s and then send them out, even though we’re in waiting uniform. The mask covers my face pretty well, but I haven’t found a way to cover my hair. The worst part is that I’m the only redhead among the servants, so that does complicate things a little bit. Even so, I try not to be nervous about it. It’s unlikely that anyone will look too closely at me. Why would they?I’m just a simply Omega. Nobody ever looks twice at us. Knowing that the bomb will e