~Alaya
I'm not sure how to feel about Sinful.
When I look at him, I feel a mixture of emotions, each one swirling around my mind that can't come to a conclusion on what to feel. Warnings ring loudly in the back of my mind, as I remember everything Asher, Aspen and Fate had told me. Yet I don't see it. I know that is part of his manipulation, but it is as if all my fear expels into the air, and I feel nothing but comfortable around him.
If anything, it's Asher who is making me more nervous as he stares me down, waiting for me to react to Sinful. I'm meant to be scared.
So I flinch away from him, appearing visibly stressed by the sight of him. Any mortal would be with those lavender coloured eyes that are oddly expressive. He looks genuinely worried about me as I sit here, dress bunched around my legs in c
~AlayaI press the sheets against my chest, mortified."Have you ever heard of the term knocking? Or as an Alpha, is that not in your personal rule book?" I growl, narrowing my eyes on him. He dressed the same as he was when I last saw him, which must mean that not much time passed."I had servants coming in and out of here for the past hour. This should be the least of your worries," he says coolly, nodding toward the dresser at the side of the room. When I glance at it, is see the top draw is open. He got me clothes, like Sinful told me he would.It doesn't make me feel any less violated."I would much rather sleep right now then walk around with you," I mutter, not moving an inch from
~AlayaI woke up a little dazed the next morning.My sheets are pooled at my feet, my shirt hiked up above my stomach. Clearly I slept well last night, and despite my lack of covering, I'm pleasantly warm. Sitting up, I stretch before wandering over to the dresser, pulling out some comfortable clothes before entering the bathroom.Even the showers here are different. The water is as silky soft as the soap left for me to wash myself down. It smells like jasmine, which makes me shiver.Once I was done, I walked back into my room to see my bed made and the clothes I had discarded were folded and placed upon the dresser. I stare at the clear space, trying to fathom what angels came down to clean my room. Or rather, servants with light steps that managed to get this clean before I got done.
~Alaya"You need to look innocent, so if he does catch you, then you have an excuse saying you simply wandered into his quarters by accident."The look I'm giving Asher isn't easy to sum up into words. His plan involves me somehow making ig it into Sinful's room undetected, which apparently Asher has never been able to achieve. I've sported the same expression all through lunch, which luckily wasn't questioned. It's one of utter disbelief, with a touch of fear.Asher is insane. That's my conclusion.Now we stand in my room, with me wearing the most ridiculous dress. It's soft, pretty and the same lavender colour as Sinful's eyes yesterday. Apparently it makes me look innocent, with the flowy skirt that comes out from a small band that wraps tightly around my waist. If I had eaten a bite more at lunch, I
~AlayaThere's no real way to describe how much fear washed over me at that moment.He doesn't seem at all angry, which is the surprising part. In fact, he only looks amused, which is probably directed at the look on my face right now. I'm mortified. In reality, I'm just wondering how he figured out I was in his room on the first place."I don't understand," I say carefully, although I most definitely do, and he knows that. For now, I'll feign innocence in hope my brain will be able to come up with some excuse to why I was in there.Sinful raises an eyebrow, clearly catching on to the ruse I'm trying to pull. Evidently, he's not falling for it.
~AlayaI take a step toward the door."Nope."I turn back around to the comforts of my room. This has been an ongoing process for the past twenty minutes. Not once have I managed to convince myself to step out of this room and face whatever the morning has in store for me. Both Asher and Sinful's eyes are ones I don't want to look into today.I'm mortified. Painfully, blatantly mortified. So much so, I've contemplated crawling back into my bed to spend the rest of the day wallowing in my own self pity.How could I kiss him? How could I let Asher see?Taking a deep breath, I mutter, "get it together Alaya, you have a job to do."This time my hand
~AlayaNot only is the forest we walk into dark, but it's cold. Ice cold.Asher walks in front of me, no part of his gait suggesting he is worried about what he just did. He killed someone. No, he killed one of Sinful's workers.There is no direct path Asher follows. He just walks blindly into the darkness, that swallows us whole. The crunch of our footsteps on fallen leaves is the only sound I can hear, the entire place drenched with an eerie feel. How Asher can even see in this darkness is beyond me, as it gets to the point where I have to fist the back of his jacket in my hand as he blindly leads me forward."Care to explain?" I question breathlessly. His strides are much longer than mine, and the more I walk, the more I struggle to keep up. Soon, his s
~AlayaI'm not really sure how I should react to this strangers statement. He knows me?If he hadn't spoken, I would have assumed he was an Alpha of some Pack I have never come across. He has the stature of one; the looks. Yet when I look at him, I see something dark and sinister, something that I can't begin to explain. When I look into those brilliant blue eyes, I see a hint of a look of 'you have no idea what my secret is.'Reminds me of Asher."I'm sorry, but how do you know me, exactly?" I ask warily. A brief shudder of terrors tremors through my body. What if he knows about the entire plan Asher and I have fabricated? If so, then we are done for."Oh, sorry...I'm a friend of Sinful's," he explains, and I feel comfortable enough the exhale the tense air I was holding in. "He mentioned you to me. He's very fond of you."
~AlayaI woke as if I had been sleeping for twelve hours sleep. Refreshed and content.My body has silken sheets draped over it, as I lay comfortably in bed. As my eyes flutter open, I notice absolutely nothing familiar about the room. Then everything comes back to me like a slap in the face.My last memories lay in the eyes of Cyprian, the stranger. He had convinced me he knew Sinful, which may still be true, since apparently they are both as sinister as each other. He kidnapped me. He wrapped his hands around my neck. He had given me a look that should be reserved for some of most wicked people on this earth.Now I'm here, in a fully furnished room that is nicer than my one back home. It's even nicer than my one back in Sinful's territory. And that's say