~Abella
I grit my teeth, trying my hardest not to roll my eyes.
I’m almost tempted not to open the letter. Why should I? He might be my Alpha, and now my boss, but I could simply claim’s that I never received the letter in the first place…I just don’t understand what everyone’s obsessions with writing me letters is recently. Cian, and now Noah?
Despite my current feelings on the matter, my curiosity overpowers my stu
~AbellaI have a lot on my mind as I sit here, sorting through mail.So far, I’ve come across two pieces of mail from the pile that come from the address Noah stated on the letter to me. Just thinking about that letter makes my cheeks flush with heat, and not because the Alpha wrote to me directly, but because of how I was publically embarrassed last night in front of everyone.I’m not sure what they wanted to prove. Maybe they are jealous, however, I know he only wrote to me on a business
~NoahWhy did I do that?I stare at her, completely unconscious and unknowing of what I did. Here she is, my mate, a victim of my own mistakes. How could I let this happen? It’s not often anyone falls charm to any of my abilities. I’ve sworn to keep them to myself, and not let anyone fal witness to what I am possible of. Yet here I am, standing in my mate’s room, telling myself to walk away and let it be.
~AbellaI’m struck by a moment of confusion.All this raises, is the question of whether or not I should believe him. This small room has no windows; no way of letting me know that he is telling me the truth of not. It seems like such an absurd idea, but how can I explain away that feeling of falling and suddenly appearing here as one of Cian’s many manipulations? Even he isn’t capable of something so convoluted.My back hits the wall as I keep backing away. I feel the frame of a picture behind me, which I can already tell by looking at the other pictures in the room, that it is beyond expensive. Mayb
~AbellaMy mouth goes dry.The rational me would immediately assume he is taunting me with some kind of joke to make this situation even worse. However, I stare at him, as he gets back up to his feet, I see no falter in his expression. He doesn’t burst into laughter, and he doesn’t immediately crack some kind of joke at my expense. He is completely serious.Fear fills my veins like thick poison. The
~AbellaI’m not sure why I’m so nervous.The note is clutched in my hand, in case this is a sick ruse put together by the girls in the house. How embarrassing it would be to come here, and assume Noah wants to speak to me, but it was put together to make fun of me. At least with this note, I have an excuse if it doesn’t come together.Maybe it’s just me doubting why he wants to see me again. I hardly remember our conversation from that one night I found him burning all those letters. Everything after our first introduction feels like a blur, and as much as I try bring it back, nothing comes to me.
~AbellaThe persistent nudge of paper against my cheek wakes me.Blearily, I blink my eyes open until I can fully see. I slept like a baby last night. After my meeting with Noah that morning, I worked all day with a genuine smile on my face, which is a change from my usual attitude. Noah didn’t mention anything about my promotion, but I’m sure I’ll start by next week. It might not be such a good idea to spend more time around him…
~AbellaThere’s no reasonable explanation for this.I’ve spent my entire evening pouring over these drawings, trying to decipher what any of it means, but not being able to come to any conclusions that don’t frighten me. I’ve considered that maybe he’s just lost, alone, and these are a dark representation. Or maybe he is struggling with the loss of someone close to him, or maybe he has terrible nightmares each night and is looking for an outlet…I’m truly reaching at this point.
~Abella“Going somewhere?”Pausing in my step, I glance over my shoulder to see who has interrupted me. Evening as set in to its darkest point, so I assumed I could sneak out of this building without alerting the other girls. The last thing I need is for them to know I’m going out to dinner with Noah. I’ll never here the end of it.