SIXTEEN:A Few Weeks Later

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I had been were-lawfully declared a flight risk before I was sentenced to live at the Alpha compound until our Oracle received instruction from the gods on how I could be dealt with since my head was out of question. 

I could easily sense everyone else was curious to hear the motivation behind my decision not to accept my gods' given mate but Sir Victrolli was all about prioritizing the pack's safety from outside forces higher in comparison to interrogating me.

It was relieving at first but four weeks later with no word from the witch or Mr. Hannez who still regarded me with no acknowledgement I found myself always on edge, for Dani and I had pledged ourselves to yet another plot against Brady, yet another sea to drown in heavy secrets. 

This time though our secret was much worse than the first and I definitely dreaded the feelings Brady would show towards me after the truth came out.

I don't know what I owed it to-was it age or time? I don't know but Brady had been nothing but kind in his respect and hospitality when and where I expected him to be short with me. We weren't close but we talked and each time I found myself considering outing Mr. Hannez for his less than desirable brown nosery.

Throughout the weeks into the end of a season, the Alpha compound was filled with busy people who either came wounded, with gold barred trucks that stored cuffed witches in the back and scurried hurriedly across the compound lips tight with secrets only those in the military, council and hunting departments had the executive privilege of knowing.

I was in neither and had been required to apply before I was allowed to volunteer at the clinic where they could best appreciate my skills in medicine.

From time to time I'd run into Brady, we'd bant a little about the weather and sometimes about politics and pop culture we skimmed almost every topic except talk about the other night. In all my time spent with him or spent watching him proved that up close he wasn't the person I saw him as, he'd grown up and he was so fucking hot but above that I liked his intelligence, strength, patience and everything.

He treated me with a kindness that sometimes crossed to flirting and I found it attractive.

Needless to say, I felt childish, I felt as if I was too emotional...I felt worse about myself.

As the days turned into night for weeks the echo of the witch's threat would ricochet my mind and leave me on the verge of tears, on this particular Sunday after my volunteering time at the clinic I felt dejected yet again especially after I pictured the smug look Mr. Hannez had given me as I passed him in the hallway on my way up the stairs.

On my way up the stairs I passed by a family portrait of the Victrolli's, Brady caught my eye.

"He does look majestic doesn't he?" someone spoke

"Alpha" I shifted from one foot to the next in place, despite living in the same quarters I didn't run into him often. "I'm sorry am I in your way Sir?" I bowed slightly, moving closer to the walls so he would pass through freely, but he seemed glued to his spot as he stared at the portrait I was looking at.

"Don't worry; I was coming to find you to let you know that we'll all be out until midnight on some official business." He spared me a glance before he pivoted ready to leave. He paused, cleared his throat and said "Whatever my son did I apologize and I pray you forgive and see how happy he is that you're the one."

He didn't wait for my reply the Alpha left. He left me with the thought of his son on my mind.

Brady...

A sharp shiver ricocheted down my throat, through my heart and settled in my stomach where it sat circling and mounting with the exciting residue feeling of Brady's hands on me. I decidedly took my shirt off to cool down and closed my eyes as I lay on the cold floor counting sheep in an effort to fix the problem that was rising down south.

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