MESSIAH JORDY'S POVI rang the doorbell again, rubbing my arms as the morning breeze swept past me. No response, again. I checked my wristwatch, it was 6:45 am. Maybe I got here too early. I might have to go and come back later.The thought of leaving got my heart racing in uneasiness. The same uneasiness that kept me up all night, and had me tossing and squirming through the night. I was all hues distracted, and it had to do with Zach's text message last night.He'd sounded too serious over the text, leaving me in horrible suspense. I spent hours trying to figure out just what he knew and how much I had to say. It was the worst feeling, and I just wanted to get it over and done with. Whatever he had to say, I needed to hear them today. Now!I pressed the doorbell ring, stamping my feet nervously. How could they still be asleep till now? Where the heck were the Omegas? Someone had to be up, goddammit!I slammed my fists on the glass door repeatedly, hoping that would cause enough nuis
MESSIAH JORDY'S POV"I'm sorry," Zach added, after a bit of awkward silence. "I mean, it sounds ridiculous. But I got this hunch, and I can't shake it off. So yeah, tell me. Did he fall in love with you or am I just being an idiot?" He said amidst a chuckle, sitting with his legs crossed.Sweat broke through my forehead, cascading to my neck and down inside my shirt. The room was chilly. I had no reason to be sweating that much. Suddenly, I began feeling too suffocated, wanting nothing more but to rip the door open and run off. But I couldn't. I felt glued to the spot I was sitting."Jordy?" He called with an arched brow. "Are you alright?""Y–yeah. I'm good." I muttered quickly, nodding vehemently. "Why would you think Jamal fell in love with me? That's ridiculous." I forced a smile, trying not to act so damned affected."Well, for starters, he went on and on about how someone shattered his heart. I thought it was the alcohol when he kept referring to his assailant as a male. But the
MESSIAH JORDY'S POVSeeing Arlo standing there plunged me into another nervous wreck. His silver hair was sleek and falling to his face. His black tux gave him a darker aura and his pose screamed authority. I could smell the alluring scent of his aftershave and it put my insides in a frenzy. I would have opted to feel him close and run my fingers through his hair if the air between us didn't seem so tense.The sidewalk was quiet with almost no one walking on it. It was a good thing though, 'cause I wouldn't want passersby eavesdropping on our conversation.I took slow steps to meet him and he turned and started walking ahead. I followed him quietly, as we left Gamma Micah's area. We walked a few more blocks before we got to some random convenience store. He went to one of the tables and pulled out a seat for me. I sat and he sat on the opposite seat."You want anything?" He asked in a cold tone, sending chills down my spine."Nah. I'm good." I shook my head, keeping my gaze lowered.
THIRD PERSON'S POV"Let me go!" Zoey yelled maniacally, repeatedly hitting her fist on Zach's well-shredded arms. "Dammit! Would you keep it down?!" Zach hissed, grabbing her tighter, despite her relentless squirms."I'll count to three. And if you don't let me go, I'll kick your nuts." Zoey threatened through heavy breaths."You're just bluffing." Zach scoffed."Am I?" Zoey flashed him a sardonic smile and put up her fingers in a count. "3…2…1…""Fine! Jesus!" Zach hurled her onto the bed, retreating to the other end of the room, just in case she decides to go through with her threat. "I thought you said I was just bluffing. Why then did you let me go?" Zoey mocked, standing from the bed. Her fingers ran through her disheveled blonde hair. "You're a piece of shit, Zach.""Gee. Thanks a lot, Zoey. But can I ask why I'm a piece of shit? Clearly, it can't be because I held you back from chasing after Jordy, right?""What else is it about?!" Zoey snapped with a yell. "And why the fuck
KING ARLO'S POVI chased after the spy but the damned creep had such quick legs and good knowledge about the area than I did. His tricky maneuver into small routes gave me a hard time catching him. Still, I was never giving up on the chase.We ran through sidewalks and alleys and fences and buildings. He wouldn't stop running, and I sure as hell wasn't going to stop chasing. We got a lot of speculators, and he bumped into a lot of people and stuff, but he didn't seem to mind. I, on the other hand, avoided creating any mayhem as I raced after him. It got really crazy when he ran into busy traffic, causing cars to screech off lanes and almost causing an accident. That was when I realized I was after one hell of a crack. I was getting rather too damned pissed having to chase him around the pack. When we got to another alley, and he was heading to hop over another gate, I did what I had to do. My powers were strictly for my pack affairs and Important matters. But what could be more imp
THIRD PERSON'S POVJamal let out a struggling breath as Arlo's hand tightened around his neck. He tried taking his hand off, but Arlo's grip was made out of steel. Impossible to get it off his neck."What the hell are you doing? Put my son down right now!" Luther yelled. His eyes flickered from how unnerved the situation was making him feel."I will, right after I've choked the last breath out of his body!" Arlo threatened, tightening his grip. He wasn't exactly sure if he could really carry out his threat of killing Jamal. Despite how much he hated Luther and everything related to him, he had to remember that Jordy had a bit of a soft spot for Jamal. Killing him would be putting her in a lot of pain. And that was one thing he'd never do to her.But the threat was necessary to make Luther reflect on his wrongs and realize that he wasn't someone he could trifle with and get away with it."Put Jamal down right now!" Luther raved, trembling from the tide of rage that enveloped his body.
THIRD PERSON'S POVStanding on her balcony, Zoey was restless. She'd been pacing for almost an hour and there was no stopping. Not when she was feeling super agitated and anxious. After the abrupt end of the call, she couldn't get in touch with her spy.She's been redialing his number but he wasn't picking it up. She had to know what happened to him. She had to know if she was safe or not. She had to know if Jordy already found out about her schemes. She had to know if that idiot was dead or not. She had to know if King Arlo would file for a trial, 'cause he found out about her plans. She had to know if she was going to spend the night here in their mansion or the dungeon. There were a lot of things she badly needed to know.She needed a lot of answers. Her mind was jumbled with thoughts and there was no downplaying how scared she was. If Jordy and King Arlo found out about her, she would be disgraced and stripped of her nobility. She would be imprisoned and become like one of those d
THIRD PERSON'S POV"Pass me the salt, please." Gamma Micah demanded, halfway into his plate of pasta. Zach reached for the salt, just the same time as Zoey did. They both grabbed it, but Zach was quick to take his hands off. The back of his hand had brushed against Zoey's, and he discreetly rubbed it off on his pants. A gesture Zoey didn't miss. She gulped down her discomfort and stretched the salt to her father."Thank you." Gamma Micah muttered. He went on to sprinkle a bit on his food. Then placed the salt next to his plate.Zach fixed his eyes on his plate, refusing to look up. Zoey was right opposite him, and the last thing he wanted was to look into her eyes. Her emerald eyes were glistening with dirty little secrets. They made his heart race. They made him uneasy and left him wondering just what she's gotten herself involved in.Her emerald eyes which used to be the most enchanting thing about her were now haunting him like a ghost. They now left him with goosebumps and a mil