Nick looked at the silent interactions between Olivera and Leonard and smiled.Better they had met each other, without having a bad rapoor. It would make the upcoming journey easier, and his worries deeply taken care of."We should get going then." Leonard stated.Ever straight to the point. Nick mused, gesturing Olivera to get up. It was time to go back. He was going to miss her.Olivera nodded, before picking up the bag which contained food from the floor first, slinging it on her shoulder. She didn't want to forget it. Even though, she knew she wouldn't. Who forgets food?But before she could carry the bag which carried the clothes, Leonard intercepted her."Don't worry about that. I will carry it." He said, carrying the not-so-heavy bag in his right hand, before motioning that she should take the lead.All the while, communicating with Nick telepathically (mind link). The latter had told him everything the Beta had mentioned when he had come that night.It seems that his work of p
Leonard was reclining on the outside walls when Olivera stepped out of the slaves house, firmly holding the bag which was slung on her shoulders like it might fall off the next minute."Finally..." He muttered, standing up straight, and walking off in the direction of the second field, expecting the amused Olivera to follow him."Are you okay?" Olivera asked, now walking side by side with him, after almost running to meet up with him few minutes earlier.Leonard soughed. She must have noticed his discomfort.Not trusting himself not to snap at her, he hummed a positive reply, hoping that she wouldn't push further with her queries till they got to her cell.Olivera bit her tongue to keep from talking as she heard Leonard's reply. She knew something was up with him, but she also knew that he didn't want to talk about it. He would prefer she kept quiet. And keep quiet, she will. She decided, allowing silence to rein around them. They walked wordlessly through the second field to the hil
"Be careful Leonard." Francis growled, letting his hands fall away from the girl's waist. How could Leonard talk to him like that in front of his sex slave?Did he want to fight? Olivera thought, feeling the surge of fear in her guts. She almost pleased with her companion to apologize but for his next statement."Be careful Leonard..." Leonard mimicked, shaking his head side to side in a funny way (unknown to him though), that Olivera let out a giggle, before she could stop herself."Did you just laugh at me?" Francis thundered, pushing the slave girl away from him, before taking mighty steps towards Leonard and her.Olivera felt her breath seize, as she watched Francis saunter towards them. She could already sense her body quaking; a promising onset of a seizure attack.But she managed to calm herself down, remembering Nick's words. She had to act brave even if she was feeling completely opposite that. She couldn't afford the others knowing too about her seizures attacks. They will s
Opening the prison door, a short smile slithered across Olivera’s lips, brightening her facial features which had been subjected to inconsistent emotions intermittently since the night had begun. Jeremy was awake. He was sitting down, his knees up, a balance platform for his hands which were dancing on each other; and he was smiling up at her.He had been waiting for her, and it pleased her no small deal.“Olivera…” He called, standing up from the ground more quickly than she would have thought. Shouldn’t he be tired from the day’s work? Although she had been absent from the fields;the pack doctor had given her an earfull on the workings of the entire slave klatsch. Her soul had reached out to Jeremy even then. That had been the the second reason why she had stocked the food in the bag for him(the first been that he was her best friend); to replenish his strength for the next batch of work tomorrow.She watched as he paused in his movements. She had braced herself for a hug already.S
Jeremy’s eyes fastened on the plate of food which Olivera stretched out to him whilst his mind processed the information he had just gotten. Despite his warranted curioristy, it was obvious to any unseen force out there that the young lad was hungry.Accepting the food with a grateful nod, he took one of the spoons which was laid out before him, and dug in, deciding to talk while he ate.But Olivera shut him up with a raise of her index finger when he tried to broach the topic again.“I will tell you everything when you are done eating.” She replied, before beginning to consume food too in a smaller plastic plate.“Is this food fom him? You know, a guy has to know where the source of food is from…you know…to prevent…” He was saying but Olivera was having none of it.“Jeremy, shut up and eat. If you are not satisfied with the food, or you think it is poisioned, then be my guest and drop the plate down. You know what, give me that plate…” She demanded, stretching out her hand to collect
Olivera raised her index finger, stopping Jeremy who finding out that the wicked Alpha would be coming for her the next day, had wanted to say whatever he wanted to say. He should wait till she was done. She thought. After all, whatever he wanted to say wouldn’t stop the bad man for coming for her the next day.So, she stopped his intrusion, and continued her tale.She told him about the doctor’s advise to her-the fact that she had to act king kong in the face of the others in the palace to protect her sanity and dignity, to protect her from being bullied and cast around like rag.She mentioned the bag of clothes that Nick had gifted them, citing that it was in the stalls, in her lockers,at the same time, giving him the spare key to her locker, since she had two, so that he could have access to the clothes when the Alpha comes and takes her away.Then, she talked about the acts of her taskmistress and the bulky man from last night, Francis.She spoke about their callousness, and the p
The sound of prison doors being unlocked and opened widely, woke Jeremy up. Taking note of the pale yellow light that had meandered its way from the corridors of the prison yard to his cell through the little openings on his prison door, he was sure that it was morning, and the noises made by the other occupants of the prison yard confirmed his notion. Another day as a slave. Another day to labour. Until when? He asked himself, turning aside to gaze fondly at Olivera who was sleeping beside him, her face void of worries like she had no care in the world, like she wasn’t going to be picked up today by the infamous Alpha known for his ruthlesness across the regions.He thought it better that she wasn’t allowing her seizures to control her. He acknowleged this feat of hers as an effect of the doctor’s advice; and for that he was grateful to the man whom he had not yet seen, for taking in his best friend as his daughter. He was immensely grateful.A smile found its way across his lips as
Olivera’s POV:I eyed Leonard badly as I watched him rattle his mouth. Seems he was in a good mood this morning. I thought, taking my lips in, my mind besieged with thoughts about the dream I had just had, before he interrupted me with his frog voice. It was the same dream like the others; the lady and the man who seemed to love standing on the mountain’s apex, and overlooking the regions beneath. What was that about? And till when would i stop having these stupid dreams? Perhaps, I should ask Nick? Nah, I don't think so. He is a doctor, not a dream interpreter. But still, someone out there should know what is happening to me, and why I am having such dreams repeatedly. I don’t think it is a mere fantasy or something. Perhaps Jeremy was right, perhaps this was a message from the goddess. But why me if that was true? I don’t have a wolf. Worse, i have seizures. I’m not worth her attention. “I might just prefer Francis one of these days…” I finally said, placing my hands on my waist, w