We stayed there a while, simply holding each other in silence, until Saxon sighed heavily, reluctantly pulling away and redressing himself. "Alpha duties?" Haden asked, as Saxon reached down to pull my underwear and jeans back up too, gently caressing my legs as he did. He sighed again, "Yeah, Abigail is here, and already throwing a fit, apparently." I tensed immediately, turning pale at the mention of her name, "She's here? I mean.. already?" I asked, feeling sick at the thought of seeing her again. Haden frowned at me, looking at me with concern as he re-buckled his belt. "Yeah, most should be here by tonight," Saxon said, and Haden's eyes went blank for a brief moment. Silence followed, before Saxon suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, nuzzling his face against me. "She has no power here, pup. Or anywhere," he whispered softly, "She can't hurt you anymore." Haden nodded agreement, reaching up to cup my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb, "And if she tries,
I heard her cry out, and the sound of someone hitting the floor, along with the familiar metallic clink of thick, metal chains, and immediately pushed my way through the crowd. Haden tried to call me back to him, but I barely noticed, my whole being focused entirely on finding her. And I did, sprawled on the ground in filthy rags, a collar around her neck, attached to a heavy chain, the other end of which was wrapped around Gamma - or I suppose Alpha, now - Byron's thick palm. Most were standing around, watching with looks of horror and disgust, except for those from Silver Waters, who seemed far less bothered by this sort of scene. Some even looked mildly satisfied, Abigail especially, until she looked up and saw me, and her expression turned to shock, then anger. "You!" she screeched, raising her hand to point it at me, "So this is where you ran off to, thinking you could escape your duties to our pack," she sneered, then turned to Byron, "She should be in chains just like her use
I watched Susanna calmly walk back inside, and turned to Haden, "What did she mean, about not being what she expected?" I asked, and he just shrugged again, though there was a hint of amusement on his face. "Haden?" I prodded again, as he took my hand and began to lead me around the enormous building, and he sighed softly. "Susanna is.." he began, seeming to consider his words thoughtfully, "well.. she doesn't miss much. And she doesn't let on even a fraction of what she's noticed. She understands more about the people and happenings in this pack than anyone could ever know." I frowned, thinking of my first impression of her, and wondered how many others saw her perfectly preened appearance, and dismissive, haughty kind of attitude, and saw little else beyond it. Haden glanced at me, then gave a soft laugh, "You'll find a lot of people aren't quite what they first seem here," he said gently, "Like Saxon, and his reputation. Hell, even his demeanor with most people.. it's not who he r
The pack house was much calmer when we returned, and Haden led me straight upstairs, seeming to understand that I didn't want to be around people right now. Especially those from Silver Waters. I had no doubt that Abigail would retaliate, for being dressed down by both Saxon, then Haden and Susanna. I could only imagine her fury at being stripped of any rank and demoted to Omega, and I had to admit, it was a little bit satisfying to think of. I wondered briefly what she had expected, coming here. Did she think she would take Byron as a chosen mate, to keep some kind of rank and privilege? Or even Saxon? Somehow, thinking of the latter made me feel angry. Jealous, even, and Haden noticed the sudden change in my demeanor, giving me a questioning look as we reached the third floor landing. I kept walking though, heading straight for Saxon's suite. Pushing open the door and walking straight in, I suddenly froze, seeing him and Serana standing in his living area, her hand on her chest
I woke up a few hours later, snuggled tightly between them, with one of each of their arms draped over me, and realised I must have fallen asleep almost immediately. It wasn't all that surprising, really, given how thorough they seemed to like being when it came to giving me pleasure. And how skilled they were at it. I sighed softly, trying to gently wiggle my way out from between their sleeping forms, to head to the bathroom. Haden stirred sleepily, his arm curling around me tighter, holding me against him, and I sighed again, trying to move it. He lifted his head then, frowning at me, until I hissed at him to stop and let me get up. "Where are you going?" he mumbled, still half asleep, then reluctantly released me when I told him. Saxon's arm was easier to move, though he still stirred slightly as I pulled away and climbed off the end of the bed. Slipping away while they slept might not be all that easy, I thought to myself as I used the bathroom, pausing to wash my hands and face
Haden and I finished drying and dressing, managing to both keep our hands to ourselves, and headed downstairs to eat. Marta seemed to give us both a knowing kind of smile as we reached the kitchen window, telling us she'd have some food out for us soon, and I gave Haden a questioning look as he led me over to the seperate, higher table again. I took the seat beside his this time, and he smiled, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. I blushed, looking up at him, "I thought you and Saxon wanted to keep this all a secret for now," I said gently, and he shrugged, smiling. "I think people are noticing the way you keep touching me, holding my hand.." I continued, thinking of the way Mitch had noticed at the hospital yesterday. Haden's smile widened, a hint of mischief in his eyes, "The mate part we'll keep to ourselves a while longer," he said quietly, "but that doesn't mean I can't let people know that you're off limits." I raised an eyebrow at him, and he laughed softly, "
"No," I whimpered, shaking my head again as tears began flowing freely from my eyes. He nodded sadly, "I'm sorry, Ava, if there was anything we could do.." he trailed off as I broke down into sobs, burying my face into his strong chest, clinging to him as he wrapped his arms tightly around me. He held me for what seemed like forever, his head rested lightly on mine. When my sobs finally ceased, and I lifted my head, wiping my red, swollen eyes, he dropped his arms, nodding towards the bed and Mama's sleeping, frail form. "Would you like to stay, until.." he asked, and I frowned up at him. "H..how long?" I asked him, not realising it would come so quickly now, and he gave me another sympathetic look, "Not long now, I think." I nodded, and he pulled a large armchair closer to the bed, and I sat in it, taking Mama's hand again, while he grabbed a chair for himself, bringing it in and sitting himself next to me. He placed a hand on my back, rubbing it soothingly as we sat for most of t
Saxon did as he'd said, escorting me up to his rooms, and leaving me with another reminder to stay there and only let him or Haden inside. I nodded my agreement, thanking him again, though I struggled to meet his eyes. I hoped he put that down to grief, or embarrassment over what he'd seen downstairs. Either way, I was finally alone, and I immediately headed for the walk-in wardrobe, searching for some kind of bag or pack I could throw some clothes into. I didn't have anything else much to take with me, and I couldn't bring myself to steal anything else, so it would have to make do, because I sure as hell couldn't stay here. I didn't dare wait around a second longer than I had to, not knowing how long Saxon and Haden would be, and began throwing as many of the clothes they gave me that would fit, into the first backpack I found, stashed right at the back of Saxon's wardrobe. I slung it over my shoulders, and headed for the suite doors, but hesitated, glancing towards the window.It