Dove
Sebastiancomestomy cell, and to my surprise, he tells me to follow him up the stairs.
My heart soars, but I try not to get too excited. For all I know, he could be leading me to the woods where he plans to shoot me, and my anxiety spikes.
My scent spikes too in the process, and not in the good kind of way either. My fear gives my coconut scent a sickly, bitter tang, and I hear Sebastian growling ahead of me.
So I try keeping my emotions in check lest he sees fit to kill me.
It’s okay. I have Whitney. If he tries to stab me, then I will take him by surprise, being the one to stab him first. That’s if I’m quick enough, that is. He’s a professional hitman. I’m just some escaped omega.
I close my eyes, going back to my happy place. There I am eating dinner with Grandma and Grandpa again, and then I see Ravyn teaching me how to defend myself against the other omegas at the OCC.
I open my eyes again, peering around. While I may not have enjoyed my stay inside this cell, I still gaze at my nest sadly. I arranged my blankets just how I like them, and I almost don’t want to leave them behind.
But perhaps I will get nicer sheets and a bigger bed too.
One can hope.
“Are you coming?”
I flinch at the sound of his impatient tone, and now I climb the stairs after him, following him outside. It’s a gray, drizzly day, but a few rays of sun break through the clouds, and I take a moment to stop and stare.
I haven’t seen the sun for a while...
Sebastian walks me toward the house, and I glance back at the woods. So, he’s not going to kill me after all?
Unless he means to kill me inside the house?
No. I don’t think he does. I think I can trust him. I feel kind of drawn to him somehow, and I don’t understand what is coming over me. I don’t know him; he’s a stranger. Yet he did feed me and give me blankets.
Maybe I can trust him?
Sebastian stops a few feet ahead, glancing at me warily. I expect him to bark at me with an alpha command, yet he waits for me patiently, and I don’t know how to take his new, strange behavior.
He’s a walking contradiction. While he looks and acts cruel, he has all the patience of a saint, and I’m not sure how to handle his newfound kindness.
A lump lodges in my throat. It’s the first act of kindness someone has shown me in years, and maybe the alpha with the cold black eyes isn’t as mean as he looks.
It’s hard to believe that I was still sitting in my cell at the compound two days ago, yet here I am following an alpha into his mansion.
I’m hardly dressed for this place. I still wear my awful camisole as I cover my breasts. My cuts and scratches have closed up, but I’m in serious need of some TLC.
Also, I need a bath. I stink.
My self-consciousness gets the better of me next as Sebastian leads me through the front foyer, and I’m too afraid to look around. I peer down at the floor, never taking my eyes off my dirty feet, and to my relief, we don’t bump into the two other alphas. Thank God.
Sebastian leads me up a set of stairs, and once again he has all the patience of a saint, giving me time to catch up.
We reach the second floor, then turn down a shadowy hall. There are no lights down here, and I wonder why they haven’t been switched on.
Sebastian leads me to a room at the end of the hall, and I look up and down. There are two rooms in total, and I wonder who they belong to.
“Welcome to your new room.”
I whirl around, gazing at him in shock. One of these rooms belong to me? He’s not serious, is he? It’s hard to tell since his voice is so robotic. His face betrays no emotion, and I almost want to demand what’s going on.
But my omega instincts get the better of me, and I look away from his penetrating eyes. Those bottomless eyes seem to peer deep into my soul, assessing my every worth, and I hope he isn’t too disappointed.