Page 44 of Caged Between the Beta & Alpha
The door opened, and none other than Taylor entered. I hid a smirk, seeing the way Zack tensed.
“Actually, I take it back. Some men are perfect. Hey, Taylor!” I said, swivelling around in my seat.
“Hey, girl,” he said, coming over and giving me a hug. I hugged him back before we both turned towards Zack.
“Hey,” Taylor said, looking at Zack.
“Hey…” The sexual tension between them was so obvious that I was surprised I didn’t notice it before.
“You know… you two really need to just give in. The sexual tension is suffocating me,” I said, pretending to gasp for air. Taylor gave a small smile, but Zack seemed conflicted. His eyes met Taylor’s, and I didn’t miss the way they softened. I wondered what exactly was going through his mind.
“Zack... can I ask a favour of you?” I asked, making him drag his gaze away from Taylor.
“Sure,” he said, going over and finishing off making his coffee.
“As you probably noticed, things with Damon and Liam haven’t been great…” I began, glancing at the door in hopes no one heard.
“Yeah, I think we all have,” Taylor added, grabbing two cans of Coke from the fridge before opening one for me and sitting down on the seat next to me. I smiled appreciatively at him as Zack frowned, nodding.
“Yeah… I noticed that. Being stuck as Delta with a beta and alpha who don’t get on fucking sucks.” He came over, resting his elbows on the worktop as he leant over. “You got a plan?”
“Of course, I do… I just need you to get Liam there. The rest is on me…”
“I’m all ears,” Zack said, his gaze once again going to Taylor. I smiled internally. It was only a matter of time before those two got it on, I was confident of that.
“So, what’s the plan?” Taylor said, gulping down his coke.
“The plan…” I leaned forward as I began telling them exactly what I had in mind…
Liam
Everything else wasgone from my mind. I didn’t know how many hours had passed since I had begun to read the book. Some of it was far too worn to read, yet it was preserved well even then.
Some of it was what we already knew; how the Deimos was one of the first four werewolf lines, alongside the Asheton and Solaris, and the new piece of knowledge was the name of the fourth line- the Volkov. This was the line that the very first Lycan was born into, but unlike the other three who were like royalty, the Lycan was shunned and ousted from the inner circle of the other three lines, as it was feared by the werewolves. It was interesting, considering it was the Lycans who were destined to be the kings who would rule over us whenever born.
The story was otherwise the same as what the witch Janaina had once told Kiara and Alejandro, with perhaps a few minor additional details. The book was mostly about the Deimos line: how our line had moved away first and been one of the strongest, conquering many lands and spreading our territory far and fast. The Deimos line was gifted with the ability of speed, to see the future, a sixth sense, and the ability to foresee disaster, traits that Kiara held, being a blessed wolf. Along with the Deimos traits and abilities, Kiara also had the Asheton ability, the gift of healing.
When it came to light about Kiara being a blessed wolf, I had a lot of judgement from the pack- how the Alpha should have been gifted something, not the secondborn daughter. It annoyed me, considering Kiara was no less competent than I was. She was my twin and equal. Obviously, the pack didn’t see it like that. Although they tried to be subtle, not daring to say anything in front of Dad, I heard it enough.
“The future Alpha is ordinary, but the Blessed Princess has found a mate who is already so strong, making his pack even more powerful.”
Yeah, apart from being one of the fastest and having a stronger sense of auras... I was just a strong alpha. I just didn’t get why Grandma Amelia didn’t leave the book to Kiara. Why me? I was ordinary. She was the blessed wolf of two strong bloodlines, that all skipped me.
I was halfway through it, or what I could read anyway, when the next section piqued my interest, and I sat up straighter.The Prophecy of Light and Darkness.
I’m so fucking tired, though. I’ll continue reading this tomorrow.Sighing, I snapped it shut, coughing as another puff of dust hit my face. Groaning, I shoved the book and card under the sofa before resting my head on the seat, my legs sprawled on the ground in front of me. The image of me ripping Raven’s shirt off flashed in my head. I fucked up… I owed her a fucking apology, but it wasn’t enough. What the fuck was I thinking? I can’t treat her like fucking shit. I needed to control myself, I closed my eyes.
Have I ever considered making it work? The three of us? Yeah, and the entire fucking idea doesn’t sit right with me. But we are stuck in this fucking deadlock…Maybe this fucking talk is needed because I sure as fuck am not going to let him have her. The same anger began rising within me and I exhaled sharply.
Breathe, Liam, and don’t fucking think of it…
I glanced at the clock on the wall, but it no longer worked. It was almost as if everything in the cottage had stopped in time along with its original owner.
“The future is still undecided; you are in control of your destiny.”
I don’t know what Grandma Amelia was referring to when she wrote that, but I would decide my own destiny.Raven is mine…
Deep inside, the doubt that perhaps I wasn’t what she wanted clawed at my chest, but I pushed it away. I couldn’t go on like this, I fucking couldn’t…
