A small package wrapped in a brown paper bag sat on her porch. Puzzled, she picked it up and tested its weight. Light, compact. A cubic. Her fingers found the note on the other side. She went inside to read it.
'These are the freshly made set of keys of the villa. And my number, should you need it.
Mikhail.'
Written in block letters, with less space than needed between the letters, so it looked like a congested print.
She drew the drapes close. Still wondering why she got the keys to Noah's villa, she felt uneasy. More so, coiling and uncoiling the paper with Mikhail's number on it. He was expressing familiarity she hadn't expected. Unlike Noah, that is. He didn't scare her. But he did make her nervous. She can’t quite put her finger on it, but Mikhail Ryder was inadvertently making up for something. Perhaps for firing her, but that seemed too pale a reason. She’d ask him what his deal was. For now, she could feel her bed beckoning her.
Her only friend, Abigail, demonstrated her concern by taking Vanessa for long runs along the territory borders, parallel to Naira river. Hoping that when Vanessa reached her limits of staying awake, her body would physically shut down. That never happened. Abigail didn’t know the reason, she was better off without it.Vanessa grabbed her tunic nightwear, that reached to her knees. It took her ten extra minutes to dead bolt and double lock the doors and windows before she went to sleep. She tried to relax, from roots of her hair to the edge of her toe nails, to capitalize on few hours of sleep. Noah Abel steered his silver McLaren on the right curve to a path he, until yesterday had not known about. He regretted asking Mikhail where Miss Flynn lived. Deeply regretted. Because once he saw the debacle, or rather, the small wooden house, standing so forlorn with the shadow of vast jungle, his jungle, behind it and the gritty road where his car came to stop. He found a solution to his bothersome obstacle. For some reason, he couldn’t lay it out in his demands that she, a staff underneath him, must stay at the villa like every other staff member. He wanted to persuade her into doing it. If it was a power trip, be it damned. If he was testing waters, he registered no guilt. His wolf senses were on auto alert at night, sharp, very attuned to their surroundings, the familiarity did not guarantee comfort. He learnt that a long time ago. Stretching in his seat, he noticed no rattling windows or moving curtains, not even the slightest trace that this house was inhabited by someone. He had only planned to see her living conditions, because he was so aware of her financial ones. And find out a weakness he can use to his advantage. At least that’s what he told himself when he climbed out of his car, silently. Counted the steps to her bedroom window and traceda clan path to avoid making any noise.Scent of citrus, like the summer was just around the corner and that of green pastures in delta belts of eastern region enveloped his brain, trickled down to the spine. This is what she must smell like, thought his wolf. And you are not going to find out for sure, said the man. Who had their bedrooms on the ground floor? Someone who can’t afford to construct the first floor of her already small house? He pocketed his hands in the front of his jeans, the situation seemed more in his favor now. Courtesy of the moon, he could peek inside and comprehend what comprised the bedroom.A small whimper put a stop to his casual inspection. The source oof it looked very much asleep, and all he could trace was contours of her back. Her pale legs in perfect symetry, bent at the knees. The curve of her behind despite havingheld his attention didn’t do much because her blood turned acidic, the soothing citrus now sharp and tart. He had an uncanny ability to gauge feelings of fellow wolves and humans by how their blood rushed . Right now, she was in distress. He didn’t smell any intruder so the reasonable explanation said it was her dreams. When she kicked her feet and struggled to turn in her sleep, he saw her hands were tied together, even the fingers. Intricately, so only the tips were visible. He reckoned it was self-tied, the knots clumsy, irregular.
He longed to know now. He could enjoy a fair bit of distress so long as he wasn’t in danger. Maybe the restraint was so Miss Flynn didn’t sleep, wander into the jungle or stand in the middle of the highway. She represented layers of labyrinth he, with his childish whims, found interesting. Already set on what plans to put in motion, his soon-to-be Alpha duties now held an addendum of amusement he can’t refuse. Miss Vanessa Flynn, the only daughter of Genar Flynn,whom he was going to need to be proved to be quite the flare in his life. Vanessa woke up sharp at four, she didn’t have to glance at the clock. In her peripheral vision, she saw the tail-light of a silver car pulling away.Slick in her beige clothes the next morning, Vanessa contemplates covering the distance from her house to the villa on four feet but chickens out. Not in the habit of running around as a wolf in front of others, she settles to walk. Even when it takes approximately an hour.Today morning, she’d have no time to admire the place all over again. It was a double-edged sword anyway, to want to pet all the animals living inside, including the owner. She was still in trepidation over her role here. She understood management but knew nothing of the bureaucracy within the halls to know where her boundaries lay. Was she to manage the mundane in and outs of his day or did he want her here the whole time? Still making her way upstairs, keys jingling in her left hand, she heard his voice, cursing on the phone. Already? It was seven in the morning, and it was Saturday. Alphas didn’t take the weekends off, of course. But how in contrast to his father he appeared, Rourke Abel, the presiding Alpha of
Indignant, her anger swam forth. Where was she? In a boarding school? What was he threatening her with, imposing all these rules?“Last time I checked. I was here because I am not a pack member. I don’t care what they say because I don’t associate with them. There is no reason for your distrust. But if you still feel that way, you can fire me. Better yet, I will leave.”He was enjoying all right. Way too much, even though Mikhail was scolding him in his brain.‘Stop pushing her Noah. It really isn’t fair.’‘We need to know if we can trust her. Let me do what I am good at.’Mikhail rubbed his chin with the palm of his hand, a nervous gesture only Noah caught on. But Noah knew he was making sense. If he were to find out why different smaller clans were at each other’s throat for past six months, he needed to know his information gathering was not known to anyone. He trusted his pack members, his close confidantes, especially Mikhail. But pack members knew very little of pack politics
Vanessa’s wolf was lazy compared to her panicked state. The beautiful animal, husk brown coat with white patches on hind legs lingered to take in the forest. Tress swept past, mud and snow cackling beneath, its paws digging the ice. It felt like any other run. Until a canto of heavy thuds, almost like the horse hooves but softer resonated behind. At first, she thought it to be another wolf running but the scent gave him away. Intense, titillating aroma like the green-tinged fumes of absinthe, getting over juniper covered snow. That’s how she knew Noah Abel was stalking her. Her panic promoted to hyperventilation, she could hear the wolf right beside her now. His breathing was easy, languid while she panted. What was with him? The man was gorgeous but the wolf was striking. Signature alpha genes physically manifest into the sharpest black colour fur covering the vast expanse of his body. The sheer size of him made Vanessa feel her own wolf was a pup only. She focused on him as he clo
"I didn't do this. It still looks inflamed. How did this happen?" His fingers wouldn't leave the scar alone, tracing its outline, poking in the centre. Vanessa was more aware of his skin against hers, and had to focus on his mouth to discern his words. Which was all the more, a bad idea. His eyes found it offensive. "It's a blister. Happened few months ago." Why was he asking her this? Care aside, he didn't seem all that interested in knowing the origins of it. Just that it interrupted his slow measure of her exposed skin. She felt the blood rush to the surface when she acknowledged this little fact. Vanessa was blushing. Again. And looking anywhere but at him. He stopped when what he really wanted was to trace a small vein, visibly blue under the moonlight stretched along the column of her neck. Pulling the jacket up and over, he ushered her to walk ahead. The wolf was lurking in the recesses of human restraint, and his stance, walking around her at this time of night was one of pr
"Wait!", she cried, desperate now that they were going to be among others, under the scrutiny of white lights, nothing like the moonlight. He whirled. It was hard to say, looking at him, whatever his thoughts were. "What did you mean I did a good job of tying myself up?" She had to know. Her pleading had no ounce of effect on him. He looked every bit the Alpha he claimed to be. Looking down upon her."Exactly what you understood, Ms.Flynn."She was horrified. He could see that. And his wolf lept to do some damage control. "I reckon you have a problem with sleepwalking. So you bolt the doors, windows, anything that grants access out of the house, and tie your hands so you can't open them even if your unconscious state wants to. It's not rocket science." His words came out, strangled. Like someone was forcing him to explain himself. All Vanessa felt was air passageways carrying the oxygen as they ought to. He was right, only in the action of things. He didn't know sleepwalking was
Mikhail paced inside the office at Right Vices. The club downstairs boomed and quaked, vibrating the floor. His last lead didn't pan out, his current ambush so carefully crafted broke apart at the last minute. When Tourke had been poisoned here, it might have looked like a prank to everyone, because really the man was fine. The idea of pulling this on someone from a different pack, especially if there were disputes between two clans, wasn't newly invented. Quite the opposite. Mikhail had hated his mother's brother, the Beta of Erais Clan. And got into all sorts of trouble for annoying his father and his uncle. Never had he crossed the limits. Noah had figured out something was wrong the moment Tourke had insisted on meeting outside the clan territory. One of the unspoken protocols among them was, wolves were better protected in territories. Why would then Tembrook choose to meet here on that day when he had been officially sent on a visit by his Alpha Rudiger? Alpha Rudiger of Lunar
Wind whistled, swirling inside the chimney, knocking against the bricks. Vanessa paid eeri attention to it. Anytime now, she'd drift off to sleep. Whatever had happened, she had not invited it. She used that sentence to remind herself that things happened. She wasn't always a train wreck. She wasn't always a problem-magnet. She had her good moments, maybe the unkindly events outshone them sometimes. But she still had good moments. Her faith tested her right after a session in self-efficacy. Someone pounded at her door. Not loud, definitely urgent. She focused her ability to smell on the stranger. Mikhail. Peony fields and gentle mint. That was him. She first had to wrangle her hands out of the tie, all the while he kept knocking."A minute Mikhail!" If he was in trouble. She didn't know what help she could be. She sensed another presence, but she could only smell his blood. Lot of it. First right, then left. She looked down at her feet to feel they were moving still. On autopilot, sh
She breathed in a deep lungful of cold air, back in the room, the three men had left her scarce of it. In order to avoid menial troubles, like money and debt, she planted herself into a big one. Joke’s on her. Literally. Other people had bullies growing up, some external force throwing their normal life into chaos. With her? She did it to herself. If her mum could see her right now, she’d be hanging a ‘I-told-you-so’ on her forehead, and Vanessa would be none the wiser for it. Mikhail sewed his brother’s skin with thin white absorbable suture, Evan grunted every time alcohol was poured to disinfect his skin. The sutures were the worst part. He shoved a couch pillow and bit it in half. After destroying three such cushions, his head lolled to the side. Noah kept an eye out on Vanessa. Her sudden disappearance made him irrationally angry. For some unbidden reason, he wanted her to see this. See, and realize, how ugly things get. How sheltered she and the rest of the pack members are, ev