7

Aria’s POV.

Stepping out of the bathroom with steam still coming out from my skin, and just a towel wrapped around my body, I saw two omega's arranging what wasn't scattered in my room.

It had been days now since I woke up here, and even though the room was unfamiliar and the people even more so, I was starting to get used to the feel of it all.

Too used to it, if you asked me.

“You guys should leave,” I told them, and I made my way to the floor length mirror in my room.

The omega's exchanged glances.

“There's nothing to do in here. Unless you guys are here to spy on me,” I gave them a pointed look.

Even though they both looked innocent and genuinely confused at my accusations, I still wouldn't put it past them to be spies.

I haven't met everyone in the Pack but given what happened with Keira, I'm sure as hell that she has enemies-how many, was what I didn't know…yet. And until I figure my way around here I wouldn't just trust anyone blindly.

The both nodded in unison, and in no time slipped out, the door closing behind them softly.

It was as soon as they were gone that I released a breath I didn't realize I was holding. But I guess that was due to the fact of what I planned to do next.

I looked at my reflection.. Keira's, and even though the body was her's, the thoughts behind her eyes were mine. And they were very dark.

I had to prove myself to Zie. I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to think about it. But every minute that passed without action was another minute Lyra stayed locked away, silent, fading. Lyra was more important than all the alphas in the world to me.

I couldn’t lose her.

I wrapped the towel tighter around my chest and walked over to the small cabinet beside the bed. I pulled open the drawer, half expecting to find nothing but of all things, there was a pen and a leather bound notebook inside.

I took both out and sat at the edge of the bed. My fingers trembled a little as I opened the cover. The first page was blank.

I swallowed.

“How to get away with murder…” I wrote, referring to killing Jaxon.

Dear goddess. What the hell was I doing?

My hand hovered over the page as I penned things down.

Poison. Stabbing. Arranged murder. Push down the stairs.

Gosh! This was pathetic! Pushing down the stairs? Jeez Aria! You've lost your touch.

You used to be smart but now you're as dumb as a potato. How in the world would pushing someone, not just anyone an Alpha down the stories going to kill him. For fucks sake!

I tore out the page I wrote on, crumpled it in my hands and threw it into the thrash can.

Good thing I still had a good aim.

But what has my life turned into? Is this the price for having a second chance at life? Plotting to kill a man who hadn't even hurt me?

I shuddered at the thought.

“This isn’t me.” I muttered. “This is insane.”

I exhaled sharply.

But it was me now. Because if I didn’t do this, if I failed, Zie would kill Lyra. Or worse.

I closed my eyes and reached out through the mindlink, hoping against hope.

“Lyra?” I called gently. “Please,say something.”

But I got no response, like she wasn't even there. But I knew she was, no matter how faint the connection was I could still feel a piece of her.

“Lyra, I need you.” I whispered, pressing a hand to my chest. “I’m scared, and I don’t know what I’m doing. I need you here.”

Still nothing.

I let out a deep breath and sat back.

“Fine.” I muttered. “Zie?”

“I don’t like being summoned,” Zie growled through the mindlink.

“Well, too bad.” I snapped. “If you want me to kill your mate, then you better be answering when I call.”

She scoffed.

“You sound bold for someone who’s failing so badly.”

“I’m trying here.” I hissed. “You think this is easy? I'm writing murder plans on notebook paper like a psychopath and I don't even know where the hell I’m going to get poison!”

“Then ask Evelyn to help you with it.”

“Who the hell is Evelyn? How do you expect me to know these people?”

Zie didn’t respond right away. Then she said, like she was rolling her eyes at me.

“Evelyn is Keira’s personal omega, and Keira trusts her with her life,” she said. “We both do.”

“Qas she one of the omega's I told to leave?”

“Those airheads? Hell no,” she scoffed. “The one with cut big brown eyes, and copper-brown skin.”

“Oh,” I muttered, as I realized who she was talking about. “But how do I ask her to help? It's not like I can just ask her to get me poison. That's not something you drop into a casual conversation.”

“Figure it out. That’s what your clever little brain is for, and she was willing to do anything for Keira, so you have an advantage.”

I nodded, thinking it over. I had only read about women like this in books, and now, I was becoming part of them.

“Why are you always so angry?” I asked suddenly.

There was silence after that. Guess she wasn’t interested.

I stood, still holding the notebook, and walked over to the window. My towel had loosened, but I didn’t care. I just needed air.

Suddenly, the door flew open, and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.

“What the hell?!” I snapped, clutching the towel tighter around my chest, as my eyes landed on Jaxon who was standing by the door, his expression stoic.

“What do you want?”

His eyes narrowed, and he walked into the room, closing the door gently behind him.

“You,” he muttered.