Page 36 of Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire
Feeling like a creepy online stalker, I mute the images from the screen so the only one I can see is Azura’s, and sit back, still able to hear them perfectly. I know even watching her is fucking wrong, but I need to see her facial expressions. See what exactly she is planning to tell them. I light a cigarette as I wait for them to finish their mundane conversation. I want to see if I learn anything interesting from this conversation…
“Where are you, Azura?” Kataleya asks softly, obviously concerned for Azura.
“Yeah, we all know that you are not in Sweden,” Skyla adds.
“I’m… at his pack,” Azura replies quietly. I raise an eyebrow, my gaze flicking back to her gorgeous face.
“Shut the fucking front door!” Skyla snaps, and I hear a thud.
“But he… rejected you, right?” Song asks quietly.
“He did… but I don’t have a choice…”
“What do you mean?” Skyla asks sharply. Azura frowns and stares at her nails. I had never seen her so serious.
“He contacted -”
My phone beeps, and I take it out. It is from Emmet, a fucking image that makes my heart thud. An image of none other than Marcel below my apartment block.
The Alpha’s back.His voice fills my head.
Oh, shit, no, he isn’t meant to be back for a few fucking weeks. I need to get Azura out of here ASAP. I hit close on the window and head back up. I have to get her out before Marcel sees her.
His Return
Azura
“He contacted me, wanting to meet me. I just need a break.” I shrug, trying to fight my nausea. I am lucky it only comes now and then and that I’m not vomiting buckets, unlike Raven with Katara.
The girls know a lot of what happened with Judah since Kataleya and Song both had not wanted me to get involved with him, to begin with. I wish I had listened, but I never really ever do, do I?
“Fuck, Azura, you need to tell someone,” Skyla says, her eyes flashing a deep plum purple that turns darker the closer it gets to the pupil. Her anger is clear within them. “He needs to die.”
“Skyla,” Kataleya murmurs soothingly, placing her hand on her sister’s shoulder.
Skyla closes her eyes, exhaling deeply as she fights her emotions. Malevolent, her cat, meows, brushing her shoulder, and Skyla’s eyes open as she smiles down at her little fur ball. Those two have been together for years. Alejandro had gotten it for her when she was little; ten years on, they are still the dangerous green-eyed duo.
I am the eldest of us four, it is my job to take care of them and be there for them, but instead I am giving them more stress. Skyla has her own troubles to deal with.
“I do agree, you need to tell someone about him. What’s holding you back?” Song asks, raising an eyebrow.
“There’s a lot… I just wanted to let you guys know I’m okay, and if anyone asks, you spoke to me, and I’m perfectly fine. Song, can you get me some images of Sweden and email them over to me in case Mama or anyone asks me about it?” I can’t really tell them much when there is a chance that he has something in this room recording me. “Look, I got a new number, adding it to this chat right now. Save it and miscall me with yours. I may not have much data, but I have downloaded the chat app for emergencies, but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember your numbers.”
Besides, I have no idea if Judah is watching my social media accounts. I don’t want him to know I have access to anything.
“Oh, perfect,” Song says as Sky miscalls me straight away. My phone rings, and I smile.
“Okay, great, now we’re in touch again.” I also need something from Dante… but how do I ask him? I look at his sisters, and an idea comes to me. “There’s something I need from you, Kat.” She raises her eyebrows innocently and nods.
“Of course, anything. What is it?” I smile at her. They are only seventeen, but she is so mature. Probably the most mature of the four of us.
“Dante, I need you to ask him for something since he will trust you.” I hesitate, wondering if they’ll question me if I ask for it. Her face falls, and she looks at me worriedly.
“Azura, Dante’s not in England. He flew to Italy three days ago and won’t be back for a month.”
“Shit.”
“What is it?”
