My possessive alphas

16. I am being watched.

         “Hey, who’s there?”  Someone called out. 

         I jumped out of my skin in fear and swirled around to find a guy in a familiar uniform.  My breath whooshed out as I jogged towards him, I couldn’t look at his face clearly from far away as he was wearing a rain court but as I reached him I could see that he resembled the guy who saved me from the wolf, the first time, the gun shooter.

            “Sylvia, is that you?”  He asked his voice laced with surprise. 

        “Yeah,”  I whispered as he opened an umbrella and handed it over to me. 

         “Oh my god, you are alive!”   He cried out and ushered me towards the side road, where the city’s forest range office was located.

          The minute I stepped into the heated office, I started shivering.  My teeth chattered and I didn’t welcome the heat at all because it felt like I was going into a sauna after an ice bath.  Not pleasant at all. 

     There were cries of surprise in the lobby but I couldn’t concentrate on anything as many people surrounded me asking questions.  I frequently looked back at the entrance, waiting.  I didn’t know what I was waiting for but my subconscious was not letting me live in denial for long.  I know I got my freedom but I couldn’t help but think that if I would get taken back again.

      My body jolted at that thought, not because of fear but because of anticipation.  I have gone mental, that is the only reason I was thinking like this.

       I was covered in blankets within minutes and a few of the officers who lingered near me was looking at me in awe and concern.  But I just found a spot on the floor to look at and did it without moving from the chair I was sitting in, like a statue. 

         A few minutes later I heard a chorus of sirens outside and a couple of cops came inside, hurriedly. 

          “Hello Sylvia, I am Officer Amber.”  A short-haired woman gave me her hand and it took a great effort for me to shake her hand in return. 

         “Can you tell me what happened, dear?”  When I said nothing, she just gave me a soft smile and continued.  “Your friend, Livya, filed a missing person report on the 21st morning the month before and we took a valiant effort in searching for you and when we found your thrashed motel room after a day, we knew that you didn’t just go somewhere without informing your roommate.  I... I know this is not the best time for you to speak about what happened right away.  But if you were kidnapped, it would be good to have the details of the event, while your memory is still fresh.” 

          I bit the inside of my cheek and tried hard not to cry.  I don’t think the memory would ever fade.  And I don’t think I could escape this reality how much ever I wished, I was back in the room inside the palace.  Waiting for the man, who haunted my dreams.  And to know more about the man with the blond hair.  The literal shock I felt, when I laid my eyes on him again after days, it felt right.  Seeing both of them in the same room felt right.

        Like I was whole, again.

    Even when they were trying to rip apart each other’s guts out, I couldn’t help but feel that I had arrived at my destiny and it was up to me to take it further. 

        Is this what you call Stockholm syndrome?

        At least I remembered everything and I thanked the magical witch who might have botched the spell for it to go wonky.  But grief immediately got hold of me.  I was never going to see them again.