Page 70 of Her Destined Alpha
“…is smart to decide that,” a man was saying.
“But to bring her here? Samson, how do you think I feel with that scum living here?” A woman’s voice riddled with jealousy could be heard. They were talking quietly; no human or witch would have been able to hear it.
“Reginald has a plan. We just need to win her over. Elinai, she is just a pawn in this. Don’t push her too far; we need her,” a man’s cold voice came.
“Fine, but I don’t want her here for long,” the woman complained before I heard footsteps and a door banging.
I frowned as I carried on, following the faint scent that was growing stronger. My heart was thudding, and my wolf was going crazy. She was close! I saw an open window and made my way towards it quietly. The wind was blowing viciously, and although we didn’t feel the cold much, it was below zero degrees. The windows were icy, and my breath appeared in puffs of white clouds in the air.
I slipped inside, staying as silent as ever, putting my backpack back on as I slowly walked through the room. I opened the door quietly, pausing to listen or see if I could sense anyone nearby. The coast was clear, so I crept out of the room, closing the door behind me.
“I hate her.”
The same woman I had heard moments earlier was speaking to someone, making me stop. Although no one could see me, I could see myself, it felt odd and was unnerving knowing others wouldn’t be able to. Her next words made my anger flare.
“I just wish she’d die... it seems someone above just wants to trouble me by sending that bitch back here.”
“Yes, Mom, I know, but relax. We might be lucky, and she’ll die from pneumonia. There’s no heating on the second floor anyway.” I recognised that voice; it belonged to her so-called sister…
My anger was raging, and the urge to rip them apart threatened to overcome me, but I fought to keep my aura subdued. Even if I was under a cloaking spell, I had to be careful. I would get revenge on all those who have hurt her, but for the moment, I needed to reach her. The second floor… which meant she was at least given a bedroom, even if it was without heating. I had been worried she was in a prison cell or something.
I silently made my way upstairs, making sure the floor didn’t creak under my feet, and followed her scent. It was clear no one else stayed on that floor; the hall was cast in darkness, and it was indeed colder compared to the lower sections of the house.
The entire house was morbid and dark. Despite the size, it was nothing like the luxurious mansion I had grown up in. The walls were stone with a few tapestries upon them. The lower ground floor was paved with stone, yet the stairs were carpeted, and the upstairs halls were wood. The doors to the rooms were thick, solid oak, and I didn’t miss the many runes carved into the walls. I wondered for a moment what their uses were, but I guessed that in the same way werewolves have their own lifestyle, magic was a part of a witch’s daily life too.
I could smell them. There were seven other scents in the house besides my kitten’s, but I was only able to focus on hers. My heart raced with every step I took.
I didn’t care what we had to face, I was not leaving here without her.
Delsanra
“So… here yougo,” the young man said hesitantly.
Ames… my half-brother. He was fifteen. He had grown a lot and towered above me. He didn’t know how to react upon seeing me, and I wondered if he hated me just as much as the rest of this family did.
“Thank you, Ames,” I said quietly.
I had been bandaged up and sent to Samson’s house. I didn’t consider him family… and I didn’t trust him, but something told me he would obey the Council… or I hoped so at least. But Amoria was there too, and probably Dawson. Just the thought of those two made my stomach churn.
Ames gave a small nod as he looked down at me.
“I’m glad you came home… I wish you had never run away. All this could have been avoided,” he whispered. My heart skipped a beat. What did he mean? He had been there... he saw what had happened. I suddenly felt cold,So they had spelled him too…
“I didn’t run,” I said quietly, but the truth was so far away in my head that I was beginning to forget what actually happened. The false memory that had been placed at the forefront of my mind was taking over, and it almost felt real. Almost.
He ignored my remark, jerking his head towards the room.
“Mother made sure you have clothes and essentials,” he said, opening the door to the bedroom that was supposedly meant to be mine. It was weird to be given a room when I used to sleep on the floor in the bathroom at the end of the house before I was sold. What was the purpose of these fake acts of kindness?
I remembered going to that bathroom after a long day. Sometimes it would stink of urine, and I would find my thin blanket soiled. Courtesy of Amoria, who used to make the dog piss on my blanket. On days like those, I had to wash it, leaving me with nothing to protect myself from the bitter cold. The suffocating feeling of being trapped consumed me. I just wanted to leave this place. I wanted Rayhan… his gorgeous grey eyes… the way he looked at me.
I sighed softly. At least he was safe, wherever he was. I wondered how soon he’d forget me. I had been a bitch to him, but what was the point of regretting that now? If I had been kinder, perhaps he’d have gotten more attached. It was better this way. Hopefully, he returned home and was safe.
“Thank you,” I said quietly to the boy I no longer recognised.
He nodded before I closed the door and looked at the room before me. I didn’t trust this or them…Could I perhaps request the Council to move me to a new location?I wasn’t sure, but I could try. I placed the bag they had given me with some bandages and ointment in it down on the bed.
The room itself was simple. A double bed stood against the wall in the centre of the room. A pair of large windows looked out onto the vast forest spread behind the mansion. I walked over to it and looked out. There was no way I’d be able to escape from there. We were on the second floor as well.
