Olivera stilled when she heard Raul speak in her mind, torn between answering him in that the same sarcastic tone of his, and giving the woman a piece of her mind. Why had the strange woman dived at her? Was she trying to kidnap her? "I know you heard me, Olivera. What is going on there? Where are you? Why is your heart rate spiking up? What's the danger?" Olivera sighed again. If she answered Raul, then he would know that she was here, he would know that she knew of a secret room that he had no idea existed. She wasn't sure she wanted that to happen. He might ban her. So, instead she ignored him, and refocused on the woman who was standing still as a statue, looking at Vee this time around; Vee who was standing between her and the latter. "All this time, you were the one with the ring too? How had it gotten to your hand? Do you know how long the master has searched for this? How did you know of the ring and its powers?" Olivera kept silent to the woman's questions, her mind run
Raul watched keenly, curiously, as Roland stepped into the room where he was in a meeting with the other Alphas, with no distinct expression on his face. “What happened? Did you see her?” Raul asked through the mind link. “Yes, she is fine. There was no danger in sight. The only thing out of place was that she was in your mother’s room. When I asked her the reason, she had mentioned that it was because she missed the room. Do you think that you can reinstate her there, seeing that she is now a free born in the pack? And where would her best friend stay? In the Gamma’s residence?” Raul soughed, hearing Roland banter him with questions. Quickly, he closed his mind path and focused on what one of the Alphas was talking about. Yet, his focus was broken with thoughts about Olivera. Had his lycan missed his mark on the emotions that had assailed him? He shook his head. That was not possible. The only thing was that either Olivera was lying or his beta was hiding something from him. O
Raul made a sound on the table with his two middle fingers, his head remaining bowed, even when he heard the door of his office open and shut behind him. He already knew who it was, by scent. “Are they all gone?” Roland sighed, settling down on one of the seats facing the big mahogany table. “Yes. They have all left, down to the last one of them. Alpha Jackson had tried to cause a ruckus, by trying to convince Jeremy to go with him, but the lad is set on staying wherever Olivera is.” Raul scoffed. Those two; he was going to separate them. “..although I don’t understand why he is set on the lad following him? We both know that he isn’t going to treat him well.” Roland muttered, more to himself, then as if speaking with Raul. “Well, that is because of Jeremy’s strength. He will probably keep the boy as a pack warrior to boost his ranks. All things being equal, the lad should have been the alpha of the pack. His parents had been killed when he was still a teen, and so the uncle had
Olivera controlled her lips from spewing curses both at Raul, and Azeera. Had they planned this feast for to feast her eyes on? Roland had mentioned clearly that Raul had wanted to see them, so why would he be frolicking with his mistress right at the same time, if he didn't want to taunt her with it? She scoffed, folding her arms across her chest before taking a glance at Jeremy. Her best friend was in the same position with her; an aloof countenance on his face and his arms across his chest. But Roland was an entirely different story. He was shocked. Why? Olivera looked at Raul then. His face was sorely contorted in anger, and he was glaring at her. What had she done now? Was he angry at her for disrupting his love session? Then he shouldn't have sent for her! The idiot! She turned to leave, but Raul’s voice stopped her on her tracks. “Where are you going, Olivera? Did I send you away? Azeera leave, you know where t wait for me.” Olivera clamped her teeth so hard that she was
Olivera’s cheek colored in embarrassment as she heard Raul’s drawled words in her mind. She was more than grateful that he wasn’t looking at her. His eyes were rather on his blood trickling down into the cup. First thing when she got to the confines of her room, would be to ask Vee for help in blocking her thoughts from Raul. “Who is Vee?” Olivera clenched her teeth. “Get out of my head! Can't you observe the rule of privacy?” There was no answer to that. She sighed in relief when she felt his presence no more. At least he had respected her decision. “Okay, it is ready.” Raul gave the cup to Jeremy first. And after he chanted the ritual words of acceptance into the pack, Jeremy took a little more than a sip from the cup, before handing the cup to Olivera. Olivera hesitated, the cup feeling heavy in her hands by each passing moment. “Take the drink, Olivera, so that I can chant the remaining words, which would begin the transition.” Olivera heard Raul’s words, but her mind w
Olivera woke with a pounding headache, which dissipated when she felt a hand ruffle her hair. She sighed in satisfaction, keeping her eyes closed, shifting her head and body the more towards the source of comfort. That moment ceased though, when she perceived the scent of her benefactor. Raul. Instantly, she opened her eyes, and confirming her worst fears, shoved him out of her side with her whole strength, unperturbed when he landed his buttocks on the floor. She had pushed him out of his bed. She had realized with a sudden jerk. She knew this because after the push, she had taken in the royal colors of the room, and the hanging canopy over the bed. “What am I doing here?” She looked beneath the covers. Her clothes were still intact. Thank the goddess. But where was Jeremy? She thought, ransacking her mind for what had happened, her mouth dropping open in amazement when she remembered that she had fainted from the pain of transition. Was her body that frail? And if she had fai
Olivera angrily tried to slither out of Raul’s hold but all her efforts were futile. The man was like a boulder rock that refused to be moved, and when she met his gaze with undisguised annoyance, he was staring at her with an intensity that made her toes curl, and her heart to begin to beat out of rhythm. She swallowed nothing and looked elsewhere. Damn them both. She wasn’t up for these games. “Okay, I have heard you. I will stay in the room. Now, can you let me go to my room? My head is still playing around, and I think I am still sleepy. I am curious though. Why do you want me back in the opposing room? I thought I was banished from that area.” Her words were strained, the best she could manage in his hold. A sigh of relief escaped her mouth when Raul backed away from her, a relief that wasn’t shortened either by his grunt at her disapproval of his presence, or by the looks that he was bestowing her with. Now what? “Yeah, I thought so too, until I had felt your presence there
Raul swore when Olivera left his room, before finding home in his bed, his arms across his chest, as he began to wonder what to do with the situation that he had gotten himself into. Fight or flee. He wondered while shutting down the area of his mind which haunted him about the killings in his territory. After some minutes of making some debate and deductions which really weren't going anywhere, he tried communicating to Olivera through the mind path. He had forgotten to ask her how she had managed to learn the mind communication and barricading without a wolf. Of course she would ignore him again. No harm in trying though, is there? “Are you still awake?” He heard the thrumming of aliveness, and knew that she was awake-her mind defenses were still up and strong as ever. But she gave him no answer. She paid his question no heed, just as he had thought. Sighing wearingly, he let it go. There was enough time to play games with her. Right now, he should focus on the dire matter at