Chapter 49
Chapter 49
Chapter 49
The assassin comes back to
me–it is obvious to me that
I am his target. I don’t have time to worry about anyone else but I do hear fighting
and see what seems like a
mess happening around
Warrick and over at Colt’s
area.
The assassin lunges at me
and I notice the other
assassin trying to get to me too but Victor and Serge immediately intervene.
I dodge but this time I also
deflect the knife and then
immediately throw a punch, hitting him in the the jaw.
He stumbles back but
quickly recovers. I scoot back trying to get away from his oncoming grip but hit a table with a vase and without
thinking, I grab the vase and
smash it on the assassin’s
head. It staggers the man and
I take that moment to kick
the man in the stomach. He
doubles over in pain and then I knee him straight on
his face. The man falls on the
floor holding his nose and
that’s when Victor appears
and kicks the man on his
face again but this time it
knocks him out.
Taking a deep breath, I look
around and see that Colt is
fine and so is my father. We
were the targets.
“Are you okay!?” Colt asks me from the opposite side of the
table. I can see how much he
wants to jump over it and come to me but he doesn’t.
He realizes how concerned he sounds then he repeats in
a more subtle manner. “Are you okay, princess?”
I give him a nod. “Yes.”
I inspect him and see that he
is not hurt which makes me
feel relief. Then I look at my father. “Are you okay?”
“Of course I am. But I am
angry. These men infiltrated
us so easily…”
Two of the assassins are
dead. The other three are
subdued or unconscious.
“He’s bold that Alpha Ezra.” Alpha Oliver says
pating–cleaning his clothes.
“I was not the target but I was
caught in the middle of it, and that is unacceptable.”
Warrick nods. “Let’s go talk
war.”
The three assassins are taken
to the dungeon and five
minutes later, we are in the
war room. The men discuss
war and alliances while I am
throwing ogling eyes at Colt
and he does the same back. It
is so hard to be in the same
room and not be able to
touch him or to be near him.
I can also feel Warrick
watching us from time to
time. Maybe we are being
too obvious?
“You see…I like your terms
but…I am sure you can
sweeten the deal.” Oliver
says.
The man is a businessman at
heart. Even I can tell that.
Suddenly, Warrick looks back at me before he speaks
again. “Let’s go talk in a more private area.” He tells Oliver.
I narrow my eyes at Warrick and with just my stare I am telling him that he better not
sell me to this man.
Warrick instructed us to stay here for the time being so
everyone lingers around
talking and waiting. Unable
to resist it, I scoot over to
Colt.
“This is so hard.” I whisper.
He looks out the window, pretending not to have an
interest in me. Some of
Oliver’s men are still here.
“I f**king hate it. I hate how he looks at you. I hate when he talks to you. I hate how he calls you.” I can see his jaw tensing up. “He likes you and I f**king hate it.”
“But I want you. I want you and no one else.” I tell him.
He finally glances at me. He still doesn’t look happy but his eyes soften. “Are you
okay? Did you get hurt at
all?”
I give a small smile. “I am
okay.”
He nods but we both quickly scoot away when the door opens and Warric walks in
with Oliver.
“Meeting is over. We’ll pick it back up again later.” Warrick
announces.
Hmh…what is he up to?
We all start walking out
while he watches us. As I
walk past him, Warrick
speaks to me. “You, stay.
I lift a brow. “Stay?”
“Yes.”
When everyone is out and
the doors are closed, he
finally speaks.
I had a talk with Alpha
Oliver.
“And?! What did you tell
him?” I ask with warning.
“Drop the attitude first of all.
We came to an agreement on
a few things and as I had
anticipated, he asked about
you. I told him you were
available but I could make
no promises. I told him that the choice would be yours.
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I nod feeling okay with this. “Alright. So now what?”
“I want you to escort Alpha
Oliver. Show him around the
pack. Be nice to him. That is
all.”
“And… that is it?”
He sighs. “Alpha Oliver is the Alpha of his own pack. I am not stupid. If you were to be
his mate, this man would
make you his Luna, not his
equal and that is
unacceptable. You are not meant to be just a Luna, Casseopea. You are meant to be the queen of a pack. You
are meant to be a ruler, not a follower. All I want you to do is to just keep him
interested. Don’t give him
any promises.”
I slowly nod weighng what he just said. For all this man’s flaws–and he has many–I
am impressed that he can
see a woman as his equal, he
can see a woman as an
Alpha.
“Okay.”
“Good. Now go…and keep
away from Colt. I mean it.”
That’s when I grunt. “Yeah, yeah.”
I had every intention to go secretly see him but it is like he can read my mind.
With a huge sigh, I start to
walk out but have to stop when he peaks again though it seems that he is speaking to himself and not really me.
“You were born fighting and your mother said once that you were meant to be great.”
He stares out the window as
he says this. “She was right.”
Sometimes I wish that we
had a relationship where I could just ask him about my
mother.
Before I do what my father wants to show Alpha Oliver around–I head to see James.
He is in the same state I left
him. I hate seeing him like
this. A man who used to
radiate joy now sits almost
lifeless.
I kiss him on the head before
I leave. “I will get revenge for her,” I whisper. “And for you.”
***
Colt’s POV.
My fists hurt. My nails dig
into my skin, unable to relax my hands.
Soon my teeth will be dust with the way I keep grinding them. It is pure torture to watch Cass prance around
with that man. Four times I
tried to walk away from the
window but I couldn’t. I am
glued here watching her
show that man around the
pack.
Cass is not for him. She is an
untamable goddess. She is
not for any man that wishes
to tame her.
I almost can’t believe what I
see. He moves his hand to her back as he urges her to go in front and it lingers.
I dig my claws into the ledge of the window denting the
wood with holes and scratch
marks.
“You are about to pop,” Dash says from behind me.
He puts a hand on my
shoulder. “Damn.
Dude…chill. How tense are
you? Your shoulder is like a
rock.”
“You are very close to getting
your face mauled.” It comes
out without any emotion.
He puts his hands up and
backs away. “Chiiiilll. Shit,
man.”
I point out of the window.
“That’s MY woman. This
f**ker thinks he can just
touch her like that.”
“Well…in his defense, he
doesn’t know she is your
woman.”
That does not make me feel
any different.
“Look, you know you are the one she wants. Just back away from the window and
trust her.”
I close my eyes and try to think with my head instead of my emotions. He is right.
She wants me. She said it.
“Come. Have a drink with Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.
me.”
”
I reluctantly follow him out
as he leads me to the bar
room. It is empty at this time of day so it is just the two of
us.
“Let’s forget about
everything man.” He goes behind the bar and starts
serving us. He then sits next to me and we carefully clash our glasses together and get
lost in conversation.
“So, you really are telling me that that man changed so much just because of Cass?”
“I don’t know why and I don’t know how but yes. I am not joking, Alpha Warrick has surprised us all.”
“Wow. I would probably be
dead right now if not for
Curls then.”
“Yes, yes you would.”
“Well, she’s a good one, so don’t worry so much. That girl is crazy about you.”
A smile creeps onto my lips.
“So you and Curls really
know each other since you
were kids?”
“Yeah. I was about seven or
eight when she arrived at the
pack. I have known her ever
since.”
“And to think that asshole
brother of yours ended up
her mate.”
“Uh, let’s not talk about that
shit-”
“Can I speak with you?”
We are interrupted. Dash
and I both turn and see
Skye.
I’m surprised to see her
because I completely forgot
that she was still part of this pack.
She has casual clothes on
which is a bit odd to see her
1. in. Since she has been with
Warrick, she always wore dresses and
expensive–looking things.
She always had her hair and
nails done as well
accompanied by a pound of
makeup on her face. She
almost looks like a
completely different person
now.
“I don’t think you are supposed to be here at the
main house,” I tell her.
“I am if I am cleaning.” She
looks between me and Dash and then wiggles the dirty rag on her hand.
With an exhale, I give Dash a nod. He chugs his drink, taps the glass on the bar, and
walks out.
“Let me talk. Don’t say
anything.” She immediately
says and I allow it giving her a nod.
“First of all, I don’t expect anything. I know what I did. And I know it was wrong. I
am sorry for it. I am sorry for what I did and I am sorry for hurting you. Yes, I am paying for it now and I know I deserve it. I don’t expect your forgiveness and that is okay. You have every right to be angry at me.” She pauses
and then continues. “I make
no excuses, I did it for two
reasons. The first one is that
I am a selfish person. I
wanted more. I
wanted…power and what
that power brought me. The second reason was that I was
afraid. I was afraid of the
uncertainty, of the position
that we were in at that
moment. I didn’t think
rationally and I was selfish. I
am sorry for the pain I
caused you. That… is all I wanted to say.”
I stay quiet pondering what
she just said.
I can’t say that I forgive her. But I do understand being afraid. She was tortured just
as I was. She has the scars to
prove that too. She made a
choice based on fear but also
selfishness.
I give her a nod telling her that I understand but by no
means does that mean I
forgive what she did. She
nods back and then I watch
her walk away.
I was not expecting that at
all. It is also nice to know
that she is remorseful now
that she is in the position she
is in.
I take a sip of my drink with
a smile on my face.
Karma is definitely real.
I walk up to the window but can’t see Cass anywhere anymore. I grunt and finish my drink before I walk out.
Stopping my way through the halls, not really knowing what to do with myself, I stumble on Julia who I have not seen in several days.
She looks like she just woke
up, completely unkempt
which is not like her. Her
eyes are red and puffy.
“Ale–Colt…” She wraps her
tiny arms around my neck
and hides her face.
“Julia…what is wrong?” I ask
her but I have a feeling that I
know.
“You. I can’t do it. All I want
is you.”
I pull her hands away, pushing her gently from me.
“Julia, how much more clear can I make it?”
The last thing I ever want to
do is hurt her but I have to
be direct. I can’t give her any
thought that there is any
chance.
“I am in love with Cass and
even if she wasn’t around, I do not have feelings for you.
I never have and I am sure
never gave you that idea.”
“If it’s not you then there is
no one else for me.”
“You have a mate
somewhere, you know that.
You just haven’t met him yet.”
She vigorously shakes her
head and latches on to me
again.
“Enough, Julia!” With a stern voice, I grab her arms and pull her away.
“I won’t! You are not mated
to her just yet so there is still
a chance!”
How delusional is she?
This is when I realize that
she is unstable. This is not
normal.
I decide that it’s a good idea
to have a talk with her father.
Maybe he can get some
sense into her and if all
fails…Warrick might be my
answer but I’m not sure if
he’d even care to help.