“I’m the Delta, Leo, if your dad so much as questions me -“
“I put you in that position, Emmet, we both know the truth. You work for me, not Marcel,” I warn icily, lighting another cigarette. He sighs but nods.
“I know, man, but the Alpha said if you settle down and shit, he’ll pass the title to you. Are you going to mark Nikki soon? Do it. She’s hot, and I’m sure she’s good for you. You haven’t been in any relationship longer than a year before her.”
“Yeah, but I have a plan.”
“Marcel will be back soon, right? What is your plan?” Marcel… yeah, he will be.
“I’m sure he’ll visit his precious brother before returning home,” I reply, ignoring his comment about Nikki. “My plan is of no concern to you. I’ve got a shitload to do.” He understands the dismissal and stands up.
“Well, I hope he doesn’t come back here and act like you owe those Elite anything. All they fucking did was ruin our lives,” Emmet says coldly, his eyes filled with hatred. I nod.
“Yeah. He can try. Nothing can change me.”
“Good man. You know they’re all manipulative and fake. Oh, yeah, all okay with you and the visitor? I heard shouting last night…”
“Did you? Then why are you asking me?” He simply shrugs and nods.
“Well, I don’t know what the deal is between you two, but if you need someone to talk to, that’s what friends are for, right, mate?”
“Right,” I say, standing up, thinking,
She hasn’t left her apartment today…
Emmet leaves, and I lock the door after him with the touch of a button before I walk over to the wall behind me. Placing my hand on the small square panel on the wall, it instantly lights up, and my hand is scanned by a blue light. A keypad shows up, and I thumb in the twelve-digit code before the wall opens, and
I step into a lift. Closing it after me, I key in a third code before it zooms downwards towards one of my favourite places. One final code and a handprint opens the metal door that covers the entrance to my cave.
The room is dark. Only the lights from the screens and the blue led lights fill the dark room. My main desk is a curved one, which contains three screens hooked up to the main monitor. A touch screen with maps is on the far wall whilst the wall opposite has twenty screens, each displaying different things, connected to a tower computer block. I have a few tables covered with things I am working on, including one of the latest weapon designs. In the wrong hands, these would be dangerous, but they are made only for the Sangue Pack. A screen near the lift looks into my office up in my apartment, so I know if anyone knocks. Two doors lead off from here, one to the underground car park, my secret passage away from the pack, and the second is a bedroom.
I walk over to the far table where I have been working on the psycho’s phone, picking up the decoder just as my watch beeps. Will you look at that…
I press a button, making one of the screens flicker on, and I turn to see none other than Azura sitting on the bed. She leans down as she keys something into the laptop I had left in her room. Her breasts catch my attention in just her blue sports bra. She is fucking fine, I can’t deny that.
So, she has finally decided to use the laptop I have given her. Who is she about to contact?
I walk over to my desk and sit down, turning the volume up and splitting the screen, bringing up the screen that Azura is looking at. She is video-calling two people. It takes me less than ten seconds to check the IP addresses. One is from down towards London, and the other is from Midnight Academy.
She sighs, and I look into her blue eyes as she waits for her call to be answered. I can tell from her eyes that she hasn’t sleptwell, and she almost looks upset. She tilts her head, and my attention falls to her neck. My mark is fucking beautiful… and it sits perfectly on her smooth skin…
She looks into the webcam, and for a moment, she seems to be staring right at me. She doesn’t look away until I hear a sound as her call is answered.
“Hey, hey, Zu!”
The green-eyed girl on the screen is none other than Alejandro’s daughter, Skyla. Next to her is her twin, Kataleya. The two are opposites, with Skyla having black hair and several piercings, while Kataleya has sandy blonde hair and is by far the gentler one. She waves at Azura as a fourth girl joins their conversation. She has short, dyed hair. I know her, too, from when I did a background check on Azura. Song Daquin. She is Azura’s age and one of her friends from the academy, a witch.
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.
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