¬Isaiah
I stare at the drink in my hand, swirling the red liquid around the glass.
The room is silent, aside from the faint snap of burning wood from the fireplace, and the growl of thunder above me. It's late, nearing on midnight, yet I still sit in my office. There's no way I'm going to my bedroom, with everything that's going on. I will sit in this chair until exhaustion hits, and that will be my night.
A knock on my door, followed by it being open rouses me fully. One of my guards leans in, a concerned expression etched into his otherwise serious face.
"My hours for work have passed," I mutter, turning my gaze back to the fire, watching it glow threateningly. If I have to deal with another Alpha like duty tonight, I might just rip my hair out. It's always the same, mindless, endless work.
The guard clears his throat. "Sir, I just came to alert you that an unauthorised person has entered the property."
I regard him tiredly. "Have the guards at the gate not dealt with it?"
With all the rebellions going on, I've had little time to deal with other trivial matters an Alpha would typically find common. We have been successful so far, in ensuring no rebellion gets above a march, a riot...a plan. I have spies everywhere, digging out even the darkest groups conspiring against me.
None will ever be successful.
"We haven't received comments yet, but it must be important. They just let them in," he mutters, looking as confused as I am beginning to feel. The guards at the gate are some of my most proficient. They would never let someone inside without authorisation.
"Odd. I'll be out in a moment," I mutter vacantly. The moment he closes the door, I sigh, standing on my wary legs. I haven't moved from my desk all day, so admittedly, this is somewhat exciting. It could just be a late delivery, yet I can't help the strange feeling that overcomes me.
Walking out of my office and to the foyer, a few guards are scattered around, looking through the windows with apprehensive expressions. I eye the weapons at their hips, slung over their shoulders, ready for any retaliation.
It was my father who demanded this much personal protection. As if being a powerful Alpha is not enough.
Stepping to the window, I look past the tendrils of rain which skim down the window, trying to see past the glare on the light against the glass. "I don't see anything. It's dark and raining. It must just be a staff members family, which is none of my concern."
A sharp knock on the door echoes across the vaulted ceilings.
"It's okay Alpha, I'll deal with it," one of my guards remarks warily, meeting my gaze. I shift my attention to the door, as if I can see beyond it. For whatever reason, I'm compelled to open it.
"No, allow me," I affirm, stepping forward to pull it toward me.
A figure is sitting at the doorstep, hunched over. It takes me a moment to realise it's a girl, her dark hair plastered against her neck, clothing the same colour as the ebony night. She's hugging her legs, drenched in rain and shivering. My breath hitches in her throat, as she looks up at me, eyes almost too large for her face, lips void of colour.
"Please....help me," she whispers.
"What's wrong? Are you injured?" I ask.
Hunching down, I examine her. Her foot is stuck out in front of her, like she is favouring it. She's shaking almost uncontrollably, teeth chattering violently to the point I nearly wince. I can feel the presence of my guards behind me, ready to strike if she becomes a threat.
But by the looks of it, she's just an injured girl in need of our help.
"My ankle, it's hurt," she shudders. Her eyes are red and swollen, like she's been crying. I reach out, wanting to touch her, but I hesitate. I don't want to freak her out, and by the looks of it, she's wary of me.
"Someone get her a towel. Now," I demand over my shoulder.
"I'm so sorry, I saw lights and the vehicle I was travelling in broke down and I just..." she claims, suddenly flustered.
"Don't apologise," I assure her. She seems frantic, but not afraid of me like she would if she knew who I was. She doesn't look as though she is from this Pack, so maybe she was passing by and truly has no idea who I am. "Someone call in the nurse."
Summoning a deep breath, I stand, reaching my hand out to the girl. She stares at it for a long moment, before she swallows. I realise then that there is no where she is going to be able to walk, so I stoop down, sliding my arms underneath her, feeling her rain drenched clothes presses against me.
Instead of panicking, like part of me expected her to, she allows me to carry her inside, her injured leg hanging limply. Despite being covered in rain, she smells wonderful, like citrus and sugar.
My last guard who hasn't run off to get this girl help stands close by, following me into the next room. A fire blazes inside, warming the room as I rest her down on a nearby couch.
"I'm in so much pain," she winces quietly, looking at me with such earnest brown eyes, my heart inexplicably flutters.
Who is this girl?
"Just breathe. The nurse is on call, and get here as soon as she can. For now, you need to relax and have some water," I tell her, motioning behind me for the last guard to get her some. "What is your name?"
"Kenna. My name is Kenna and I'm from the Love Pack," she explains. That makes sense, as her features remind me a lot of the Love Pack. It's the large eyes, dimpled cheeks and dark hair.
"What brought you to my Pack?" I ask, as a guard walks in holding a few towels. Kenna wraps on over her shoulders, starting to shiver a lot less now. The tension still lingers around her, which I can't blame her for. Not only is she injured, she's also in a strangers house, with a lot of men standing around her.
She frowns slightly, gaze sweeping over me. "Your Pack?"
"You don't know? I mean, I was wondering what brought you to this Pack? There has been a lot of dangerous things going on around here. No place for a someone to be travelling alone," I tell her softly. She doesn't know that I'm Alpha, which is a strangely invigorating. Usually people meet me and already have assumptions about me ready.
"I came for the beaches. I suppose there's not going to be much of that now," she says, laughing as if she finds herself pathetic, motioning down to her ankle.
"You're welcome to stay here for the night. The nurse should be arriving soon," I assure her.
She smiles weakly, before wincing, grabbing at her ankle. I flinch, having to physically stop myself from reaching down to help her, knowing that I'm not capable of that. The last thing I want to do is scare her.
"Thank you for your hospitality. I'm grateful for your kindness," she tells me.
"It's been a long time since someone has said that to me," I admit, lowering my gaze. Regular citizens can't stand me, which I don't blame them for. I would hate me to.
The girl smiles, hopelessly motioning down to her foot. "I wish I could stand."
"Here, let me help you to your room." I stoop down, reaching under her legs and back to pick her up. She's soaked, her wet clothes seeping water into my own clothing, but I'm hardly bothered. The last thing this poor girl wanted was to end up here, in my home, so the least I can do is make her feel welcome.
"I didn't ask your name," she says lightly, as I carry her up the stairs. Her dark eyes are searching, examining my face with careful precision. In my arms, she remains tense, which I imagine is from the pain, and not because she is frightened of me.
"Isaiah," I tell her.
Choosing one of my guest bedrooms, I pop open the door, wandering inside. I watch the girl's eyes look around the room, taking it in. It's a simple room, but it will do fine for one night.
"Well, thank you Isaiah. Will I see you in the morning?" she asks hopefully. I glance at the nurse as she walks in behind me, taking a wide step around me. I've never instructed my staff to not stray too close to me, so I imagine they do so purely because they don't like me.
"I'll be the first thing you'll see," I assure her, backing up and out the door.
She gives me one last smile before I close the door. I stare at the polished wood for a moment, realising I never got her name.
I stare at myself in the mirror, admiring my clothing.I'm in. I'm finally in.This moment has been meticulously planned out for over a year now. From the moment I conceptualised this, I would never have imagined I would actually be standing inside Alpha Isaiah's manor, the perfect place to slowly dismantle his reign without anyone determining it's me.Twisting my ankle around, I test my limp. Last night, it took a lot of gri
~AviaIt didn’t take me long to debrief everyone on what happened.They figured that if I was alive, everything had gone to plan, which it had. So much of this has been meticulous thought out, and yet so much of it working out is up to chance. We doubted many people in the Passion Pack know about Kenna, which is why we chose her...She also happens to look a lot like me, which is why I was picked to enter the estate in the first place.I’m also most willing to give myself up to prison. I’ve committed enough crimes against this Pack that I can’t go back into society with my real name anyway.
¬AviaI walk down the hallway toward the dining room, still trying to gather my bearings in this place.Through research with the rebellion, we attempted to map out as much of this estate from some personal accounts from ex staff members, but it wasn’t enough for me to feel comfortable walking around by myself. I woke this morning to a note on my side table, summoning to the dining room for breakfast with the Alpha. How it got in my room without me waking isn’t something I want to linger on for too long.Rubbing my eyes, I try not to think about how late I stayed up last night, talking to Malin and Kadrick, reluctant to co
¬AviaHis arms wrap around my body, tugging me closer against him.The feeling of Kadrick’s lips against mine, his body pressed so close to me, scent evading my senses, is delightful, and yet I can’t keep my mind from wandering. It’s getting late, but I needed a moment with Kadrick, to make sure everything between us is still okay, that he still isn’t bothered by my mission. He isn’t, as far as I’m aware, but it doesn’t make me feel any less guilty.At the very least, I’m glad I’ve been able to sneak out most nights to come to the compound. It’s not realistic to do it every night, but seeing Kadrick and Malin makes me feel
¬AviaI barely have a chance to grab my morning coffee before Isaiah approaches me."Kenna, good morning," he says, smiling tightly at me. He can be so effortlessly polite, conditioned his whole life to assume the role of someone whose best asset is to hide their true intentions. "I wanted to introduce you to some people."I’m already aware of exactly who I’m expected to convene with, but I appear none-the-wiser anyway. "Who?"
¬AviaTonight, I’m feeling brave.I’ve noticed since I’ve arrived that no one hangs around past midnight, so instead of going back to the compound to see Kadrick and Malin, I’m going to explore. If I get caught, I’ll just blame it on general curiosity, or perhaps I’ll blame it on home-sickness that is making me want to learn the layout of this enormous manor so I can feel more comfortable.Avoiding the Alpha’s quarters, I begin my exploration upstairs. Most unmarked doors I avoid, worried I may open one and it’s someone’s room. So I just
~AviaI’ve decided not to stay long at the compound tonight, wanting to finally get a proper night's sleep instead of gallivanting all about the city the whole night long.My hands tightly grip the window sill to my room here in Isaiah’s estate, as I pull myself up. I’ve gotten quite good at coming in through this window, as leaving through my door has recently become too much of a risk. Mercifully, a trellis laced with climbing ivy aids me in my climb up to the second story, even if I can feel the soft bend in the thin wood as I make my way up.Wincing, I pull myself through the last part of the window, ducking my head be
~AviaVoices and rushed footsteps outside my room forced me to rise early this morning.For a moment, I’m confused, as I dress quickly and stride downstairs, avoiding frantic staff who hardly have time to murmur vacant apologies at me as they pass. The main foyer downstairs is far more busy, many people separated into small groups as they talk fill the space, none bothering to look up as I join them, looking for anyone I know who can give me answers.Spotting Isaiah at the other end of the room, speaking to some unfamiliar face, I walk to meet