Forgive me for the shorter chapters! my one chapter was far too long and I had to break them up sooo...Yay two chapters!
~Sebastian~By the time the sun peeks through the curtains, I’m still lying awake on my bed, trying to understand the angry feeling in my chest. I feel like a freaking child angry about having to share his toy, but the thing is… She isn’t mine to share. And for some unknown fucking reason, that just makes the anger grow. She isn’t mine at all, and why does that even matter? I don’t want her to be mine. I just don’t fucking want her to be Nickolai’s — or anyone else’s.Because she is a liar and a thief. It’s not because she has a smile that is contagious or a laugh that makes me feel like even the darkest corners of the earth can still find the light. No, I just don’t want her to make a fool of my pack, or Nickolai. Or me. Fucking hell.I push off the bed and rub my hands over my face. I’m fucking tired, but I know Nickolai is going to wake up in a panic about not being able to find the treaty. Which means
“Ring the doorbell again?” Nickolai asks, his finger already reaching out to push the tiny button. One of the double doors swings open and a nice-looking woman answers the door. Her skin is so pale that I wonder if she has ever seen the sun, but her eyes, her hazel eyes, look so familiar. The moment she sees us, her eyes go wide, and she nervously wipes her hands on her apron. “Alpha.” She says, turning to Nickolai. “I wasn’t aware that we were expecting you.” I quirk a brow. Side eyeing Nickolai, who stands there staring at her, more like gaping at her. “We were told the meeting for the peace treaty was moved to right now,” I say, speaking for Nickolai, who clears his throat and straightens his back. “Uh… I see. Give me one moment to verify and see where I should take you.” And then the door shuts in our face and we turn to look at each other. After a few moments in silence, the door swings back open and a red-faced Spencer stands before us. “I am so sorry about Elara’s rudenes
~Wren~ The remaining disappointed rebels filter out of our makeshift headquarters. We have been waiting for the fallout all day, just hoping to hear the news that war has been declared. But nothing happened. Every pack member goes about their normal day. Milling about and laughing like life here isn’t as terrible for them as it is for the rest of us. “Why do you think they even wanted the treaty?” Avi asks once. It’s just us. He takes his sunglasses off and saunters over to me, opting to pluck the treaty from my hands and look over the contents. I shrug. “You’re the educated one of the two of us. I could barely make out half the stupid words.” I mumble angrily. Avi groans in annoyance. “Wren, for the last fucking time, you aren’t stupid because you aren’t an excellent reader. You are a genius with planning. You have more common sense than half the alphas…” I groan and rub my temple. “Ok, you can stop now.
Sebastian clears his throat, his eyes staying locked on mine like a true gentleman, not trying to take a peek. I’m not sure if I’m impressed or offended by his lack of perusal of my naked body, but either way, I drop to the ground and grab my towel, clutching it to my chest. I try to swallow down my embarrassment with the reminder that he didn’t see any of me, but again, the thought crosses my mind that maybe I want him to be attracted to me. “Get dressed. We have some things to discuss.” He grumbles as he turns his back to me, affording me a small semblance of privacy to change. Unfortunately, my room is tiny and Sebastian is the size of a monument erected to praise someone in a park which means that he is, of course, directly next to where all my clothing lies, not by choice mind you, merely because there is literally nowhere else for his massive body to be. I stomp my way to his side and yank my drawers open, grabbing the first items I can get my hands up before slamming it clos
~Sebastian~“What do you mean by that?” She breathes, snapping her head at me.She is always guarded, shut off, or trying to keep emotions from her face, from her voice. Except for right now. Her voice is sturdy and full of questions, but her eyes tell me she is full of fear and dread. I have an inkling why she wants this war to take place. What I don’t get is the urgency.“Your alpha never showed up for the meeting, so they rescheduled it.” I watch her closely, trying to read between the line and the coolness she is trying to emit.“So he doesn’t know that the treaty is missing.” She says more to herself than to me, but I nod, anyway.“Birdie, if there is a reason big enough for us not to go into an alliance with this pack, I need to know.”She chuckles dryly.“Why would you care? You guys want a treaty
Nickolai paces across the worn carpet in front of me, his hands raking through his hair as if hidden inside his dark blond locks, is the key to all this shit going down. He is going to be sorely disappointed when he finally stops and looks at me, still not having an answer. I should interrupt him and tell him to sit down and shut up while I talk and tell him what he already knows, but I don’t. My mind keeps traveling back to that completely unplanned and unnecessary kiss. “Why are people following her?” He finally stops and saves me from my mind. “There is a lot she hasn’t told you,” I frown. “I know she isn’t some innocent guide, Seb. Give me some credit. I’m not a moron.” I smirk at him. “She leads a group of local rebels. I would guess that they are on to her or something along those lines.” Nickolai’s eyes go wide and he shakes his head. “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. “Leave it to me to fall for a rebel. “ His words hit me hard. The truth of his admission makes m
~Wren~ It’s not the darkness that will drive me mad, but the silence. The complete void of noise that is so quiet that it’s deafening. My ears ring as I strain to hear anything I can, yet… nothing comes. No one comes. Just like no one stepped up to help me. After Sebastian left, I realized I forgot dad’s meds, and his soft sobbing had filtered through our paper-thin walls, reminding me I needed to take care of him. No one else would, and if I need him strong enough to withstand the rejection, I’m certain he will want once he realizes what mom has been up to. I need to keep him in prime condition. I expected to get in trouble tonight, breaking in once again to the pharmacy for the meds and herbs he needs. What I didn’t expect was to be snatched by the people following me. I mean yeah; I knew I was being followed, that Alden had even come to supervise once, so clearly I was on their radar. But I don’t know how I got there, or why. What we do is so small in the scheme of things. We a
Waylon steps into the room after Alden exits, watching me with his stupid, sympathetic eyes. With the shake of his head, I know he is disappointed, but I can’t bring myself to give a fuck. He’s not why I’m feeling racked with guilt. No, my father is. They will completely rip everything he has ever loved from him. Because of me. My execution will kill him. The proverbial nail in the coffin lid sealing his fate as much as I have sealed my own. But then again, did I really have a choice? Not only had Alden used his alpha’s voice, but I was raised to be strong where others couldn’t be. To stand my ground like my father had, no matter the consequences. And I still have Avi. I know he will take care of my dad for me. Maybe Avi could just tell him I had got out. I finally left. That would make him proud and not depressed. Right? A heavy dread rolls over me. I should have kept my hot head cool. I should have found a different word instead of picking up the new word I learned from the peace