I strutted behind the bastard and his guards, one of them carrying Max on his shoulder. I felt so helpless. It was like I had lost the fight before even entering the ring.
You didn't expect this to be easy, did you? Amara mocked after about an hour or half of silence.
Oh god this creature in my head.
I can hear you ya know?
You don't say
Bitch
You're the animal!
Pissed, Amara cut off the link. She was so moody at times.
I trotted behind my captors unwillingly, the sun had set in the sky leaving the perpetual melancholy behind, accompanying the gloomy night in the outskirts of the city.
I scanned the halls of the extravagant prison and tried my best to memorise them.
The place was in fact an illusion, in reality it was the opposite of a common southern household. In comparison to our humble abode the grand mansion stood tall capable of providing a roof to at least ten families.
But there was something about that place, it looked like- I don't know, death?
Silence rang in the empty hallways where his pack members could have been.
Who knows what his highness did to his own pack.
This could be his house, who knows maybe he wants to keep his mate close by? Amara purred suggestively.
Okay listen here, don't ever and I mean it, do that creepy shit again. I threatened and an involuntary growl left my throat.
The burly men along with Creed stopped in their tracks, well shit. They turned to the source, who had attracted attention for no apparent reason. Creed's jaw ticked as his stormy eyes stared daggers at me.
Am I annoying you, Eddy? I wanted to ask but bit my tongue to refrain myself.
Instead, I hoisted my hands up on my waist arrogantly, popped my hip out, and looked at them with a bored expression. I quickly switched it with my arms crossed over my chest because the former posture made me feel like an unpaid hooker.
Edan saw right through my confident façade for he rolled his eyes at my apparent childishness.
I scoffed at him in return.
The burly men kept on walking and were way ahead of us so I picked my pace in order to catch up to them, walking past their fuming alpha. And I may have even shoved him to show him my distaste.
The man carrying the sleeping beauty that was my best friend, lowered him crudely onto the mattress. The queen sized bed dipped under my beta's weight. I took the position between the nightstand and the bed, my hand tracing the side of his face affectionately. Ah, poor Maxy.
I heard a growl from behind which kind of startled me, followed by a cough to probably conceal the unnecessary growl.
Of course he didn't know that the gesture was my way of apologizing for what I was about to do. Picking up a glass kept on the nightstand beside the bed, I cruelly emptied it on top of my best friend's head.
His eyes shot open as soon as the water hit his face. Max sat up breathing heavily through his mouth resembling a fish out of water. My mouth curled into a smug smile as I watched him dramatically sucking in air and then choking on it.
My eyes drifted from my struggling friend to my mate. He stood near the doorway, the burly men dismissed, creepily watching me. Despite admitting the fact that it was creepy I found my cheeks heating up under his hard gaze. I felt self conscious, and hated myself for giving him this control over me.
He killed my brother, I reminded myself.
That was enough for me to drop my eyes to the carpet. I burned a hole on the poor fabric from my gaze as he continued to stare at me, making me uncomfortable.
I turned my head to Max who was breathing harshly through his mouth and the noises that came out sounded like those of a dying pig. "Not very sexy, is it?" Max asked meeting my eyes.
"Mhmm" I scrunched up my face and shook my head in disapproval.
Our heads turned to the door when we heard commotion. Edan had finally decided to bless us by his absence. I watched in satisfaction as he turned on his heels and left the room.
I went around the bed and collapsed beside Max. My eyelids curtained my tired eyes as soon as my back touched the mattress. A yawn escaped my mouth while turning to face Max. I lazily raised my leg and kicked him lightly. He glared at me making me grin.
"You're sleeping on the couch." I said, my grin unfaltering.
"And here I was hoping you'd want to share the bed with me." He remarked, a creepy smile plastered on his lips.
This pig, Amara commented.
"You hoped wrong." I said unzipping my boots and removing them the traditional way, throwing them across the room.
"How about this, you sleep on that edge and I, this. No one looses comfort?" He proposed. I tried to find a flaw in the arrangement but agreed when came up with naught.
Rummaging through the closet in the room, I found some male clothing items. I shrugged off my leather jacket and loosed the skinny jeans. My legs were finally able to breathe. For some reason the only article for lower body in there were swimming trunks.
Guess the color?
Red.
My head hit the pillow and I awaited sleep to engulf me in my tired state.
No matter how worn out I was, sleep eluded me. An almost sinking feeling filled my chest as I so desperately tried to fight back the tears. My stomach twisted into knots as my brother's face haunted my mind.
I choked on a sob and looked to my side hoping if by any chance Max was awake. Alas, he wasn't. I was left alone with my thoughts.
His voice rang in my head like a broken record, no matter how hard I pressed my ears. My whole form shook as I suppressed my sobs.
Everyone I ever held dear left me, why was I still here to roam the earth with no purpose? Why couldn't I be taken with them? Why didn't I have it easy? All I am left with is pain and hatred and-and rage. Everyone of which burned me out everyday, but I was never given the easy way out. It felt like my destiny was to be killed at a torturous pace.
Is there something wrong with me?
No one's whole family just goes up into flames in a span of months. Nobody is fated to love somebody who is incapable of giving them happiness.
Maybe it is just not for me, you know the whole 'happily ever after'?
I mean, come on, my one shot at happiness, my mate, is a fucking murderer. Not one I can redeem with my love, and hope to change just for myself. No, he killed my brother right in front of me, probably had something to do with my parent's shady accident as well, because I wasn't buying that 'too dark to see properly' alibi. But it hurt too much to think about it, so I let it be.
When I was finally drained and my whole body felt numb, like I had no tears left to cry, I prepared myself to slip into a dreamless abyss.
But my brain seemed to have other plans, it said 'Your throat is dry. Just a small distance to cover and you can quench your thirst.'
So I escaped the warmth of the comforter begrudgingly and set out on the quest of water in my lifesaver avatar. It was weirdly fitting.
I revisited the great hallways, which were eerily calm scaring me to no end. The cold marble tiles beneath my warm feet made me regret not bringing my jacket.
Suddenly I heard something move, but it was so swift that almost imperceptible. But my heightened hearing hadn't betrayed me was confirmed when I heard the motion again.
If I attacked first, they could probably get away. I wouldn't even be able see their face, so instead, I opted for disguising as an easy prey.
I stayed still, admittedly seeming scared. The predatorial figure roamed in circles, is what I concurred from my hearing. But it was so fast as if didn't want to get caught, just harmlessly watching. I have a guess of who it might be.
Adding on to the act, I urged myself to feel an emotion strongly and what better than anger? My eyes shone brightly in the dark hallway as my predator's circles decreased in length. As expected, in a swift motion, he came at me and pushed me against a pillar. He pinned my hands on either side of my head, locking me in my position.
It always amazed me, how diabolical and accurate I was.