Page 83 of Caged Between the Beta & Alpha
The glass juice bottle that I had just taken out of the fridge slipped from my grasp, shattering as it hit the tiled floor, splashing orange all over. My heart was hammering as I stood there frozen. Goddess…
Fuck…Liam cursed.
If you two didn’t… I… thanks, guys,Damon murmured.
The same thing was going through all our minds.
What if I hadn’t heard the back door?
What if Liam hadn’t said to search?
After last night’sevents, and the fact that Aunty Monica almost got poisoned, I felt down. Through training, although Owen behaved despite the unmasked hatred in his eyes, I was in a morbidly gloomy frame of mind.
Liam had been out all night. I knew they were trying to look for more leads. I had mind-linked Damonasking if he wanted me over; instead, he asked if I could spend the night as he was going to be out, and I had agreed. Damon had gotten back late at night and was sleeping when I left for training.
I had returned to the packhouse and showered, although the boiling water incident remained in my mind. I got dressed in a maroon halter dress, leaving my back on display, black lace tights, and heeled knee-high boots. I applied some smoky eye make-up, paying more attention to my brother’s eye. I had never thought much of it but loved the fact that my eyes were different. It often made for a good conversation starter when people looked at me. I appreciated it so much more after learning where it came from.
I left the packhouse, wandering towards the playground, and sat on the grounds under a large oak tree, smiling at the few children that were playing, their parents watching close by. Once upon a time, there wouldn’t have been any need for an adult around, but everyone was told to be vigilant. I opened the small bag I was carrying, ready to fix Sparks, when my phone beeped and I took it out, seeing it was a message from Kiara.
She had texted to say they were delaying their wedding that was meant to happen in a few months. After losing Alpha Rafael, no one was in the mood for a celebration. It just didn’t feel right to have the wedding right then. I understood that, texting her that I totally agreed with it, and it would be better with the girls being a little older, too. I just hoped that the curse was gone, and we could all enjoy a royal wedding without any stress!
Although I would have loved to get Kiara’s insight on it, I knew she’d feel dreadful if she realised Dante’s birth was the triggering point of this curse. She had enough stuff going on in her life.
I sighed as I threaded my needle and began to patch Sparks’ body back up. I wanted to visit Renji again, but I wasn’t sure if it was the smart thing to do. I didn’t want Dad to get angry. I had been expecting him to blast me after what the boys did, but oddly, nothing. No hateful words or anything. I guess he learned his lesson. I planned to visit them today; I just needed to get everything off my chest and end it. I also wanted to ask Aunty Red if there were any pictures of Renji that I could perhaps have. I just wanted something to remember him by.
I sighed inwardly, carrying on fixing Sparks when I heard the sound of Liam and Damon talking from not far off. My ears instantly perked up as I tried to listen to their conversation. Okay, I was a bit nosy... but I couldn’t help it. I mean, if it was a secret then they wouldn’t be talking openly, right?
“…to Mom, it’s final,” Liam was saying coldly.
“I appreciate it, but I don’t know if she can handle the change.”
I could smell their intoxicating scents now.
“Then stay there with her. When I told Mom and Dad that I put security in place, Dad said it’s not enough. He wants her safe,” Liam said icily.
I frowned. Were they talking about Aunty M? They had gone silent. I tilted my head trying to listen.
“It’s rude to eavesdrop, love,” Liam’s husky voice whispered in my ear, sending my stomach into a fluttering frenzy.
I gasped and jumped in alarm. I spun around to see him crouching down just behind where I had been moments earlier, while Damon was standing there smiling in amusement. They both wore only sweat pants, displaying half their glory. I could tell from the thin layer of sweat that covered their god-like bodies that they had just had an intense run or workout.
“I wasn’t eavesdropping,” I denied, looking around for Sparks.
Liam reached over, picking him up and dusted him off before holding him out to me, a move that moved me greatly. Our eyes met and I tried to calm my palpating heart. I took it, our fingers brushing before I quickly got back to my stitching, trying to calm my emotions down as Damon sat down by the tree and leaned back against it.
“So will you two not tell me what you were talking about?” I asked. Damon chuckled, glancing at Liam before winking at me.
“So, you admit you were curious?” He teased.
“No, I’m just asking,” I replied.
“Uncle Elijah wants Momma to move in with them until this killer is found.”
“That’s a great idea!” I said approvingly.
“I don’t know, I’m not sure…” Damon said. He at least looked better than last night when I had gone by.
“It’s not up for fucking discussion,” Liam said firmly.
