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PENELOPE It was almost eight o'clock by the clock on the dashboard when I finally lifted my head. I realized that I had been sitting in my car in that parking lot for several hours. My eyes were dry now because there was nothing left in them to shed. I started the car without knowing where I was going and I just drove out. I stopped at a small pharmacy on the edge of town to pick up the prescription I had been ignoring for about a week now. Any distraction would be welcome now for me before I drowned in sorrow. I was inside for maybe ten minutes. Somehow, I dragged around dreading going back home to see Duke sitting there. When I came back out, the parking lot was darker than I had remembered. Two of the overhead lights had gone out while I had been picking my prescription. Also, for some reason, it was odd that there were no other cars near mine anymore. But I was too caught up in my own world to pay attention to my gut feeling. Too drained to make sense of everything that was going on in my surroundings. I was reaching for my door handle when a firm hand suddenly grabbed my arm. Jumping back, startled, my eyes met with those of a tall muscular man. "Do not make noise," the man said. I instantly made a lot of noise the instant my survival instincts kicked in. "Let go of me!" I yelled. I began to scream as loudly as I could in the situation while trashing around. I pulled away from him shrieking and threw my elbow back as hard as I could. It connected with his chin. He grunted in pain and loosened his grip just enough for me to act. I dropped my bag and ran. They gave chase and I realized then that there were actually two of them. And they were fast. But I cut between two cars parked at one corner and kept running toward the far end of the parking lot where the trees started. "She is faster than they said," one of them called out to the other one. Of course I was. Petra was begging to be let out but I couldn't shift in a public space. Someone could see me. If I were in wolf form, none of them would be able to see my back anyways. I might be the fastest person alive. "Alpha Crest wants her alive," the other one answered. "Circle around." My chest tightened. But I kept running until I found cover behind a wide tree trunk. I pressed myself against the trunk and covered my mouth with my hand. My whole body was shaking. Alpha Crest. I knew that name. He was the man Duke had been in a long dispute with over territory lines. This had been going on between the both of them for the past year. "We have to find that bitch," I heard one of them say as they moved around. I held my breath hard. "Alpha Crest needs her as collateral to win this pack war you know?" He added. "She couldn't have gone far." Realization was painful. These men had not come for me because of anything that I might have done. They had come for me because of Duke, to use me as something to bargain with. I was collateral. That was all. It was all Duke's fault. The cheating bastard. That didn't change the fact that I terribly needed his help in that dire moment. "Call Duke," Petra was bugging me. I listened to her. Thankfully my phone was in my pocket because I used it to make payments for my prescriptions back at the pharmacy. It was also on silent mode at the moment. My hands were shaking when I pulled out my phone and began to call Duke. He picked on the second ring. "Yesss?" Duke's voice was impatient. "Duke, I have to speak with you. I might currently be in danger. I have—" The tum tum sound of the line being cut off made my heart leap in my chest. How dare he? Especially when I needed him the most? My hands were shaking badly as if ridden with cramps as I dialed his line again. It rang six times. Continuously. I had almost given up when someone finally answered the damn phone. Thalia's voice was velvety and almost amused when she spoke. "Penelope? Really?" He was with Thalia? Didn't he have shame? I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind because it wasn't important now. "This is what we are doing now?" She asked me with a condescending tone. I swallowed. "Lying about danger just to get Duke's attention isn't going to work." She thought I was seeking attention? I wasn't an attention whore like her. But I didn't say that out loud. "Focus Penelope," Petra whispered. "Thalia is not the problem right now." Still I wanted to blow my top. Instead I inhaled and exhaled. "Thalia, please. I need to speak to Duke right now. I am not lying. I am not playing games. I am actually in danger." She laughed softly. I pressed the phone harder against my ear to prevent sound from escaping. "You are unbelievable. He rejected you hours ago and you are already trying to pull him back with some sob story?" Anger rose in me alongside the fear already rimming every corner of my soul. I pushed it down because this wasn't the right time to go back and forth with her. I need help now. "Please Thalia, get me to Duke." My voice was desperate. She made a tsk sound. "He went to the loo." I swallowed. But before I could speak, I heard a door open and close in the background. Then it was followed by Duke's voice asking who was on the phone with her. "Your rejected wife, of course," Thalia was quick to reply to him with a laugh. And I could hear the smile in it. For a nanosecond, my mind processed the fact that he didn't even seem a little bit that surprised she had taken his call. Meaning she did it occasionally. And he wasn't bothered by it. Something that he had prohibited me from doing ever since I had met him. "She says she is in danger and is being extremely dramatic too." There was a pause. "Give me the phone," I heard him say to her and Thalia moved towards him. My breathing stilled. Hopeful. Then his voice came on the line. "Penelope." I spoke fast "Duke, listen to me carefully." "Go on." Relief washed over me at the fact that he was now willing to listen to me. "I was just attacked in a parking lot of the pharmacy I usually go to by two men." "And?" I ignored the impatience in his tone. "They mentioned Alpha Crest. They said I was to be taken as collateral. You have to come over her and hel—" He cut me off. "Stop." His voice was flat. My brows raised in confusion. "I rejected you Penelope, remember?" He asked me. "That means you are no longer my concern, my problem or my mate." My eyes widened. He did not just say that. "Whatever you are going through right now has absolutely nothing to do with me." He was going to abandon me? My heart broke to smithereens. "Duke, please..." The fear I had felt before then doubled and neatly crippled me on the spot. I finally allowed the tears which were lurking around the corners of my eyes to fall. "Do not call this number again. I want nothing to do with you woman." I opened my mouth to beg him because that was what I had been reduced to. "Duke, no, I—" "We are finished." He did not hang up. But he stopped talking. And I could clearly hear him on the other end as he set the phone down. "Take off those clothes Thalia. I can't wait to be inside you," he teased her. Just then a branch snapped loudly somewhere to the left of me. My heart rate skyrocketed. I turned slowly. I knew quite well that I must have surely been discovered by my pursuers. One of the men stepped out of the shadows between two trees before I could act. My breath hitched. His eyes found mine without any trouble. I froze completely. The smile he flashed me was one people gave when the hard part was already over. I stood abruptly. Petra was more than ready to take over from me and bolt in the other directions. But that was when large hands suddenly closed around my waist tightly from behind. My phone slipped to the ground as I jerked violently from the suprise in his arms. "Found you," the other one said softly with his lips gently resting against my ears. I knew then that it was over.CHAPTER TWENTY NINE THALIA The door closed a moment after and the entire apartment went so quiet that I could hear the subtle sound of the ventilation system which was running quietly right there in the ceiling. If a pin dropped now, I was sure the sound would reverberate too. A deep sigh left my lips as I sat back down on the sofa with a plop. Though I had always known, deep down, and somewhere underneath everything, that Marcus was the floor. He was not the ceiling. He was not the walls. He was the floor—the base that was simply there so I never had to think about what was below it. Always there to hold me if I ever fell off my high horse with Duke. I had run every risk with Duke and every other calculation in my life on the sole assumption that the floor would hold regardless of what I did above it. Now, I wasn't sure because the floor was gone from my life. I pulled up my phone from my hand bag and began to call Duke who eventually answered the damn phone on t
CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT THALIA Marcus set the gun down on the table between us without a word. My heart was beating fast in a way that told me I could have been a goner now that it was not pointed at me and just placed there, flat against the table, just sitting between both of us, present and acknowledged. The silence in the room just became different, the kind of quiet that made plenty goosebumps crowd around the surface of your skin. “You have two choices, Thalia,” he began to say in that composed voice that had not changed at all. I swallowed in fear. “You can either willingly sign this very papers or you can choose to sign every one of them with my assistance.” Cold shivers ran down my spine at those worss but I didn't move. “Just be well informed that both of your choices would probably end in the same way,” he added, his dark eyes lifting to be staple on my face. He looked at me steadily. “If you want a third option, that is also on the table,” he continued,
TWENTY SEVEN PENELOPE Diane arrived exactly when she said she would. And her punctuality told me something about her before she had even opened her mouth. She came with one camera operator and a small recorder, also no entourage. “Mrs Callahan,” she called me by my name when she came, shaking my right hand with the directness of someone who considered pleasantries shared as a necessary formality alone. Nothing more. I appreciated that immediately. “Thank you for coming,” I told her with a pleasant smile. She nodded. We sat across from each other at the small table near the window. I was silent, watching her as she set up the recorder she brought between us. Then she looked at me when she was done with setting up everything. “Shall we?” she said. I nodded. “Go ahead,” I said. We began after that and she asked me only good questions—not soft, stupid ones that were designed to flatter. Neither was it those aggressive ones that were designed to destabilise. She asked the
TWENTY SIX PENELOPE When Hanna knocked at five past nine in the morning, she was with her small tablet, holing it in one hand alongside a printed list in the other hand. “What’s that?” I asked. “It is from the media. Many of them are sending interview requests in,” she said after she had closed the door and covered the space between us. I watched her approach me. “Ohh,” I mused, leaning back in my chair. “How many are there?” “I have had about seventeen requests sent in since yesterday evening, and just four more today. They came in this morning, just before eight o'clock.” I nodded. “Let me see them.” She stepped forward and placed the list in the table, before me. Then, she took a step back, and waited for me to take it, holding onto her tablet. I leaned forward to pick up the list, and then, I slowly read through it. The names were from outlets that I could recognise—financial columns, business supplements, and even two television programmes that covered investment and
TWENTY FIVETHALIAI had spent the entire day trying to reach Duke—physically, or online, via phone or text—all to no avail.So, I went to his work place with the hopes that he was just busy there and we could see and maybe talk. But I had not even managed to be able to see him, even once, and that was solely because his assistant had turned me away, instantly, at the lobby, when I arrived at his place of work. And his stupid phone? That damn device had gone to voicemail multiple times before I stopped calling. I had gone to the parking lot and sat in my car, outside Blackwood Tower, for more than forty minutes, waiting for him to come down once. But he had not come down.Not even once.Eventually, against my will, after more than six hours of waiting, I had to drive back home with all my fingers firmly gripping the steering wheel tightly until my knuckles became white, and my jaw also set tightly.The apartment was lit when I arrived, and that told me before I had even closed the
TWENTY FOUR PENELOPE “Old geological surveys, that is the main reason," I said with a small sniff, handing his phone back to him. "And a little bit of financial pattern mapping too.” And it was not a lie—not exactly, since I had just simply rearranged a bit of the truth into a fine shape that answered his question without still answering it. His brows raised. “If you manage pack finances as long as I have been doing, you will develop the ability to read land the way other people find it easy to read balance sheets.” Lorcan took the phone, eyes shaking, and looked at me for a moment. “I had been tracking those areas quietly for a while before last night,” I added to hard cement my half truth further. He had a lot to say—I saw it in his eyes, and in the way his lips kept opening and closing without a single word. But, he eventually chose not to push it. Though he did not look entirely settled either because there was still something behind his eyes that had gone to rest
FIVE PENELOPE One moment I was plummeting straight into the horrid darkness below. The next moment I was being pulled up by an invisible force towards a bright light. I gasped as I came to life, sitting afore my makeup table in a pearly white robe. My heart was beating loudly with force as if
FOUR PENELOPE A few minutes after they caught me, they knocked me out cold with a palm to the neck. When I had roused in the boot of a moving car, my wrists were tied tightly behind me. I kept twisting my hands anyway. Not because I thought it would work, but because staying still felt like gi
TWO PENELOPE The hours flew by in the time I hung around thinking of what exactly to do.Left to me, I would have pretended I didn't see the damn message and move on.But not Petra.Not my wolf.She was livid inside of me, screaming and pleading to be let out of me.Petra couldn't believe that ou
ONE PENELOPE "When exactly are you going to give birth to a child, Penelope?" My chest tightened. I turned away from the stove to take a look at my husband, Duke. He pushed his breakfast plate away from him with disgust on his face. “Didn't you hear me?” He demanded after a soft tsk sound.







