“Nothing,” I tell her, and she nods her head.
“So, this witch, Freya, you said you met her after Scarlett left you. What took you all the way to New Orleans?” she asks me.
“I needed to go somewhere where people didn’t give a damn that I was an Alpha, and that place was New Orleans,” I tell her.
“That’s where you met Freya?” she asks.
“That is actually a very long story,” I tell her.
“Well, we’ve got nothing but time,” she replies.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
Time to open up about the darkest time in my life.
Alpha Leo’s POV
Lena gets up and takes the seat opposite me, so she’s facing me. I guess there’s no getting out of this.
“Are you sure you really want to hear this? I don’t think it’s a good idea, Lena,” I tell her, hoping she’ll say no and I’ll be able to get away from this.
“Nothing you say is going to hurt or affect me. We’re friends, right? We agreed to be friends, and friends talk to each other about stuff like this. Also, I need to know a little more about Freya before we meet her, so I know what to expect,” she tells me.
“Okay, but remember, friends also don’t judge,” I remind her, and she smiles.
“Fine, no judgment. Now spill,” she says, looking like a kid in a theater. I mean, all that’s missing is the popcorn.
“Okay, after Scarlett left me, I was a shadow of myself. I didn’t want to feel-I was basically just existing. I knew I couldn’t stay back at the pack. My father was still alive at the time, and he was seriously disappointed in me. He couldn’t understand how his son could be brought to his knees by a woman leaving him. You didn’t meet him. You should thank the goddess for that. My father never knew love, so he never showed love. Yes, he and my mother were mates, but he never loved her. She did, though. She loved him till her dying breath.” I look up at Lena, and I can see the sadness in her eyes. I know it’s for me.
“But anyway, I digress. I couldn’t stay in the pack. I needed to go somewhere no one knew me, or where, even if they knew me, they didn’t care who I was. There’s only one place like that for us supernaturals, and that’s New Orleans. It’s basically like Switzerland-all creatures are welcome there. So, I packed my bags and left. I was there for about five months, but to tell you the truth, I don’t remember the first two months. It’s all blacked out. I partied, really, really hard. I don’t think there’s a type of alcohol or drug that I didn’t partake in.” I stop and look up at her.
“Remember, we said no judging. You have your judgy face on,” I tell her.
“No, I don’t. This is just my shocked face,” she says.
“Okay then. Anyway, I partied so hard one day that I woke up alone in the woods. I was naked, and my wallet was gone. That’s when I met Freya. Not necessarily met her, more like I heard her. Her voice guided me to where she was, and it turns…”
“Turns out she was trapped. She had been trapped for over a hundred years,” I told her, and now she had a shocked expression on her face.
“Hold up, wait a minute. How old is she?” she asked me.
“I don’t know, but she’s really old and knowledgeable. Anyway, her voice led me to a cave. She was buried alive, and it turns out she’s been trying to reach out to people for years. That’s why no one goes that far into the woods; they thought it was haunted.”
“And you don’t remember how you got there?” she asked me.
“No, I don’t. All I can think of is that I was robbed and then dumped there, thinking that whatever was hunting those woods would finish me off. Long story short, I freed her. They used a dark object to trap her there, so I destroyed it, but she hadn’t aged a day. She looked like an eighteen-year-old. She was so confused. Imagine going to sleep and waking up a hundred years later to find out that everything you knew had changed and everyone you knew was dead. It was a shock to her system, and I couldn’t just leave her there all alone. So, I took her to the apartment I was staying in, and for the next three months, I helped her get acclimated to the world as it was, and she helped me get over Scarlett,” I told her, and a dark look passed over her face.
“No, no, no, not like that. No, nothing ever happened between us. She’s like a little sister to me. I meant with me taking care of her, I was slowly healing myself too,” I clarified.
“Oh, okay,” she blushed, and I could tell that she was embarrassed that she got caught.
“So, slowly, she started getting her powers back, and she was as acclimated as she could be. The rest, she’d get used to as time went by. I wanted to stay there with her, but then I got the news-my father had died, and I had to go back home and take my role as Alpha. I didn’t know how I was going to break the news to Freya, but it turns out she already knew. One of her special gifts, apart from being able to perform magic and spells, is divination. She gets visions of the future. Sometimes she can control it, sometimes she can’t, but she already knew my dad was dead and that I had to leave. She understood that she couldn’t come with me. So, the week before I left, I made sure she had everything she needed, and I got her a credit card. But she was still finicky with electronics. So we came up with a system to know that she’s good. I send her a postcard every month, and she sends me one back. On every one she sends back, she writes about what she did that month. I’ve kept every one until she stopped,” I told her.
“What do you mean she stopped? What happened?” she asked, and this is the part of the story that I didn’t want to talk about.
“It’s a very long story. Just know that, as usual, I screwed everything up. Can we just leave it at that?” I told her, hoping she would see that I didn’t want to talk about it.
“Yeah, sure. But if you guys haven’t talked in a while, how are we supposed to find her?” she asked.
“We’ll start at the apartment. She doesn’t like change, so I’m pretty sure she still lives there,” I told her.
“Okay, one more question, and I’ll drop the subject,” she said.
“Okay, what is it?” I asked her.
“When was the last time you got a postcard from her?” she asked.
“It wasn’t a postcard. It was actually a phone call, and it was six years ago.”
Lena’s pov-
After he answers my question, he closes his eyes, and after a few minutes, his breathing evens out. I don’t know if he’s actually asleep or if he’s pretending so I don’t ask him any more questions.
He hasn’t talked to the girl he saved, the girl he considers his little sister, for six years. What could he have possibly done? Six years. So, they were still talking while we were together. All that time, and I had no idea she was in his life.
I guess it just shows even more how much I really didn’t know him. He never really opened up to me, never showed me all the parts of him. He just showed me what I wanted to see, and I fell for it.
I just stare at him. How can one person inflict so much hurt and pain, yet also be capable of so much love and kindness? How is that even possible?
“I can feel you staring at me, Lena,” he says, but he doesn’t open his eyes.
I quickly avert my gaze. “I wasn’t staring, and I thought you were asleep,” I tell him.
“I wasn’t. I have this thing where I can’t sleep on planes, no matter how long the journey is. I was just resting my eyes,” he says, then opens his eyes, smirking.
“Admit it, you were staring at me,” he says.
“In your dreams, Leo,” I tell him.
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