Surveillance
Knox's POV
I stood in the hallway, watching Melissa's beautiful curves disappear through the grand doors of the festival hall.
The mere sight of her walking away stirred something deep in my chest—a feeling of longing and frustration. I wanted to follow her, to keep talking, to fix the mess that was our relationship. But I knew better. I knew Melissa wouldn't let me in, not now, maybe not ever.
That chapter of our relationship was closed.
My fists clenched at my sides, and I let out a long, slow breath, trying to calm the tumult of emotions swirling inside me. If Susie found out I even thought about following Melissa, she'd probably scratch my eyes out. But it wasn't just Susie.
It was also the fact that Melissa had made it clear where she stood. She was trying to move forward, and so was I—or at least, I was trying to convince myself that I could.
After a moment of standing there, stuck in my mess of thoughts, I decided it was best to retire for the night. I headed back to my quarters, half-expecting Susie to be waiting for me, ready to bomb me with another round of insults. But when I stepped into the room, it was empty.
It seems that She had decided to sleep somewhere else tonight, probably too pissed to even look at me. Thank the Moon goddess!
I sighed in relief. The peace and quiet were welcome, but it left me alone with my thoughts—thoughts I'd rather not face right now. I tried to push them aside as I changed into something more comfortable for bed, but as I lay down, the events of the evening kept replaying in my mind.
The sharpness of Susie's words, the way Melissa had stood her ground, and the look in her eyes when I finally apologized. It was all a lot.
I closed my eyes, hoping for some rest, but sleep didn't come easily. When it finally did, it was filled with dreams—vivid, unsettling dreams. In them, Melissa was in my arms, soft, curvy and warm, her eyes filled with that familiar look of strength and vulnerability.
I was just about to kiss her, to pull her closer, when she suddenly slipped away, her body becoming slippery, like a shadow in the night. She urged me forward me, her smile teasing, but no matter how much I ran, I couldn't reach her. She was always just out of reach.
I woke with a start, my heart pounding in my chest. The room was dark and silent, but the dream clung to me, lingering in the edges of my brain. I couldn't shake the image of her, couldn't stop the ache that settled in my chest as I realized how far she really was from me.
With a sigh, I got out of bed, knowing there was no chance of falling back asleep. I needed to clear my head. Maybe a glass of water would help. I wandered through the quiet halls, the echoes of the dream still haunting me.
The mansion was eerily silent at this hour, the usual hustle and bustle of pack life having long since died down as people went to sleep
As I passed the security room, I noticed a faint glow from inside. The guards were always on duty, monitoring the surveillance footage of all the pack's properties. My footsteps paused , and an idea formed in my mind—a reckless, irrational idea, but one that I couldn't ignore
Curiosity, or maybe something more, drove me to step inside the room. The guards looked up, surprised to see me, but they quickly stood and greeted me with a respectful nod.
"Alpha," one of them said, his voice low. "Is there something you need?"
I glanced at the monitors, all showing different angles of the pack's territory. My eyes were drawn to the screen that showed the guest house where Melissa was staying. Without thinking, I made a decision.
"Leave me," I ordered, my tone leaving no room for argument. The guards exchanged a quick glance but didn't hesitate. They knew better than to question me.
Once the room was empty, I approached the monitor, my eyes fixed on the image of the guest house. I knew we had surveillance on her property, but I hadn't checked it since she arrived. It was part of common courtesy —privacy in exchange for her cooperation. But tonight, I couldn't resist. Fuck courtesy!
The screen showed nothing but darkness at first. I hesitated, my finger hovering over the controls. I knew it was wrong. I had promised myself I wouldn't invade her privacy, wouldn't stoop so low. But something inside me, something primal, needed to see her, to know she was okay.
I pressed the button, activating the camera feed. At first, there was nothing unusual, just the darkened living room. But then, a faint light flickered on, and I saw her.
Melissa was in the kitchen, moving gracefully as she prepared a late-night snack. She was wearing something simple, casual, but to me, she looked as stunning as ever. Her hair was pulled back, and her face was relaxed, a soft smile playing on her lips as she spoke to her sons, who were seated at the table.
I couldn't hear what they were saying, but the sight of her like this, in such a domestic, intimate moment, made something twist in my chest. She looked so…maternal. So different from the woman I had known all those years ago. This wasn't the timid Omega I remembered. This was a strong, capable mother, someone who had built a life for herself despite everything.
My eyes were glued to the screen as I watched her play with her children, her love for them evident in every gesture, every smile. But then, the children said something that made her pause, her expression shifting slightly. I leaned closer, trying to make out what was being said.
"When are we going to see Sam, Mommy?" one of the boys asked, his voice muffled but clear enough for me to catch.
"Yeah, we miss him," the other added. "And the wedding is close!"
I stiffened at the mention of a wedding, my mind racing. Sam. The kids were calling him Sam, not Dad or Father. It was a small detail, but it struck me like a blow. If Sam was their father, wouldn't they be calling him Dad? Why the formality? What was going on?
Melissa's smile faltered, but she quickly composed herself, nodding to her sons. "Soon," she said softly, her voice almost drowned out by the thumping of my own heartbeat in my ears.
I leaned back in the chair, my mind whirling with questions. Who was this Sam? If he wasn't their father, then who was? And why was Melissa so evasive about it?
Without thinking, I pulled out my phone and dialed a number I hadn't used in a long time. It rang twice before a gruff voice answered on the other end.
"Alpha Knox," the voice said, sounding surprised. "It's been a while."
"Blake," I replied, keeping my voice steady. "I have a job for you."
There was a pause on the other end, then the sound of rustling as Blake shifted. "I'm listening."
"I need you to dig into someone," I said, my eyes still fixed on the screen "And Blake? Make sure this stays between us."