Carla's POV
Gently pushing the half-open door of Anthony's room, I took a step inside to find the lights dimmed.
As my keen eyes took into the dark room, I couldn't spot the familiar silhouette of the dark-haired Alpha. All I could see was the empty--void of any person--room and the deafening silence.
The whole day I haven't seen Anthony. He'd ditched food at the dining hall, preferring to eat in his room. All alone. From what I eavesdropped on Daniel and Ariel's conversation at the dining table, he didn't even show up to discuss about the rogues with them. Something was definitely up with him. And for some reason, I feel like it has something to do related to what Noah is. Since the moment Ariel said the little boy was a Lycan/ Demonic Witch hybrid, he'd been distant and aloof.
I sighed when I still couldn't find him anywhere in his room.
Looks like he isn't here. But I did see him entering the room. Where could he have gone?
Just as I was about to turn around and exit the room, my eyes caught sight of Anthony's figure seated on the floor with his back rested behind on the wall at a corner next to the door. He was doing a great job at hiding behind the shadows. I almost didn't see him. I would've actually thought it was a ghost looming in the shadows if I didn't recognize him.
His head was tilted upwards as if he were staring aimlessly at the ceiling but from the faint light of the moon illuminating his face, I could see that his eyes were shut.
I walked over to him and crouched down in front of him in a sitting position as I balanced my weight on my tip-toes. Not a great thing to do but I shall ignore it for now. His attention shifted---probably 'cause of me making too much noise---and he looked straight into my eyes with his brown, wait a sec, his eyes,
They look golden. . . .
Which means. . . .
Before I could conclude anything, they were back to their normal brownish-hazel colour as he stared at me wordlessly.
"Carla?" His husky voice murmured and it sent a thrill down my spine.
"Hey," I waved my hand cheekily, grimacing internally at my own behaviour.
"Hello," his lips broke into a smile but I could say it didn't reach his eyes.
"Uhm..." I began, casting my weight on my tip-toes as I inched closer to him, "You okay?"
Anthony's eyes looked bloodshot as if he'd been crying and his face seemed tired but he still managed to look devastatingly handsome. His jet black hair was falling on his forehead messily as he glanced at me through hooded eyes.
"Yeah. I'm fine, Carla." He sported a small smile which gave away his lie.
"Liar," I deadpanned and moved on my tip-toes closer to him, balancing my weight like an athlete, which I'm not.
And that just got proved when the second time I tried to do the same thing and edged closer, I lost my balance and my whole body lurched forward.
Oh shit!
I shut my eyes, readying myself for the impact of the fall but two arms grabbed hold of me at the end moment and engulfed me in an embrace. Long story short, I ended up on top of Anthony, in his arms with both of us slumped against the wall.
I looked up from his chest into his eyes and saw him smiling---a genuine smile this time, "You're a clumsy cat." His fingers gently brushed off the hair falling on my face and tucked it behind my ear.
I attempted to step back but he simply pulled me closer for a hug. I was stunned for a moment before hugging him back but then I heard him muttering faintly,
"I'm so fucking scared, Carla." He mumbled inhaling my scent.
I tried to pull back a bit to ask him why he was scared but he didn't let me go.
"Let me hold you for a while. Just a bit. Please. I could really use your hugs right now." His voice practically begged me and that broke my already broken heart.
You thought you got over him, Carla. Jokes on you. You never did.
The bitter-sweet truth settled in my gut but I brushed it off for now.
The next few minutes passed by with Anthony holding me close---my arms wrapped around his torso, his face snuggled between the crook of my neck and me seated on his lap.
When he reluctantly pulled back after a while, I stared at him intending to ask him what was wrong but he beat me to it.
"I found out something." Anthony's piercing brown eyes gazed at me and fixed in an intense stare.
"Okay...." I drawled, motioning for him to continue.
He looked away at a distance breaking the eye contact, "I'm not what you think I am."
"Huh?"
"I'm not just an alpha wolf. I'm what Noah is." he sighed.
"What do you mean, Anthony?" I tilted my head to the side, looking at him quizzically.
"I'm a Lycan/ demonic witch hybrid as well, Carla. I'm an ancient." He replied finally, looking forlorn.
"How..." I was short of words.
He was an ancient? A unique hybrid like Noah we never even knew existed until today. Was that why he got terrified when he saw Noah using his powers? Did he feel threatened that now everyone will know that the ancients existed? But most of all, how is that even possible?
"Would you believe me if I said I never knew I was an ancient hybrid? That I still don't know how I am who I am." There was a bitterness in his voice when he said it and I didn't question him on this one.
He was speaking the truth. I knew Anthony enough to know when he used that tone.
"But that isn't it," he avoided any eye contact and stared up at the ceiling before exhaling a long sigh.
"It isn't?"
"I...." His eyes connected with mine again as he looked back at me and I could see the insecurities lurking behind them,
"I think Noah is my son."
Wait what?!
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Unknown Person's POV
"How could you let the child slip out of your hands, you dimwit!" I growled at the pesky excuse of a man in front of me as my blood boiled in fuming rage.
These morons couldn't even keep a seven-years-old captive! How the Hell am I supposed to trust them to capture that damn forsaken Alpha.
"B-but...M-Master...t-there was a person who c-came out of nowhere and massacred the w-whole place and took away the girl and the boy." He stuttered, avoiding any eye-contact, "I-I escaped before he c-could get to me."
How could I be so stupid to make this idiot the Ancient Rogue's leader. I lost a hell lot of those ancient wolves 'cause of this dumb moron. Who was this person that was able to kill those ancients anyways?
Wait a second!
"You mentioned there was a girl too. Who's that?" I asked raising an immaculate brow at him, suddenly too curious to know.
The middle aged man went visibly pale at the question and looked like he would piss his pants.
"T-that...M-master...."
"Who?!" I demanded, my voice booming as he fell into a daze at the compulsion lacing in my voice.
Sometimes, compulsion did come in handy. I'm glad I stole this gift from one of those ancient vamps. It doesn't always work though. Atleast, not on certain people. . . .unless they're in my territory.
"Princess Carla Rodriguez." The Rogue leader replied robotically getting me out of my reverie.
My blood ran cold at the mention of that name and I stood up from the throne I was sitting and grabbed the rogue leader by his neck.
"How dare you touch her?" I gritted out angrily, "Do you know who she is? She's a royal, you dimwit! What if the royals get to know about us and hunt us down 'cause of your stupidity?!"
He thrashed beneath my hold on his neck trying to be free but I held him on a tight leesh. The idiot was not getting away with this.
His body continued to thrash violently while he muttered apologies as I tightened my grip on him more before he finally gave up on his attempts and his body went limp. The man's corpse landed on the cemented floor with a loud thud after I twisted his neck and released my hold on him.
A sardonic smile grew on my lip as I kicked the man out of the path and gestured my clumsy assistant to come over.
Jayson, my assistant, walked towards me with nervous steps as he pushed the glasses laying low on his nose back up to his eyes.
"Yes, Master?" He asked, gulping a lump.
"Prepare the wolves. We have a princess to get." With that, I dismissed him and the other few wolves in the court room with a wave of my hand.
I was alone now in the entirety of the courtroom. A slow grin etched onto my face.
Carla.
It's time you come to me, my princess.
I shall keep you forever.
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An added Part to the chapter.
Who do you think this mysterious 'Master' is?🧐
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Surprise! Surprise!
Is Noah Anthony's son or not? You'll know in the next few chapters;)
I know most of you must be confused about what's happening but the confusion will be sorted out in the upcoming 2-3 chapters.
Also, I know this is a super short chapter:(
I initially added a Rogue's POV to the chapter as well which got deleted somehow and now I'm too lazy to write that again. So, I'll add it in the next chapter instead.
Hopefully, next update on Monday!
Bubye, for now^.^
Have a nice day:)