Chapter 20 020
Danica's POV
I took in the sight of the room properly for the first time since I got here. It was— special… big… bring more words. The room was everything I'd imagined growing up and even more. It was at least three times bigger than the balcony they leave me to sleep everyday; My family I mean.
The cold ground soothed my bare legs as I strode towards the built-in closet. I pushed the classy looking door open and beheld the sight of my dream closet… straight out of a fashion commercial.
Did he say he got them for me? This was a whole shiny collection that screams something I'm not… and probably would never be. I couldn't stop myself from going into the closet that was in every way better and more accommodating than the back room I was given in my own father's house.
Two steps were all it took to come back to my senses when I recalled where exactly I was and why I was here in the first place. It made no sense that the Alpha… Not just any Alpha but Alpha Alexander would do all this for a mere omega. The more he did this— any of this, the more I couldn’t help but feel like it was his way of making me fall into the grave he had already dug out for me.
He did say he got everything I would need in three days but all these… right here was in every way too much for a girl with zero class like me. He might be good to me, act like a perfect gentleman in front of me, defend me when his doctor bullied me and made me feel better when I was hurt, but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s still the rumored ruthless king and the mate I’ve been trying so hard to hide from.
I spent over thirty minutes touring the room… my room for three days. And when I was done, I couldn't help but think about Bianca.
What is she up to? How has she been? Did she eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner? Was she worried about me?
I lay curled up on the bed, thinking of my last moments with Bianca and how she'd made me have all the best fun two girls could have in a locked up room. According to her, having fun with the people you love would probably erase all forms of regrets when you feel life slipping out of you.
“Why does it feel like you're saying your last prayers dear friend?” The strangely familiar voice of Bianca interrupted my thoughts and I froze, curling up even tighter.
Now I'm beginning to hallucinate and hear things. Perhaps, it was one of the countless signs of my death day that I kept escaping in one way or another?
That was what I kept telling myself until I heard a few shuffles at the window. And yeah, I forgot to shut it. If anyone has a grudge against me right now… like Scarface. They would slaughter me without much effort of breaking in.
I slowly eased my limbs in the bed, my heart racing at my impending doom. My eyes roamed around the room, looking for a weapon… anything but there was none. I couldn't look back towards the window, lest a bullet be planted into my head.
Was this it? Hearing my best friend's voice from nowhere because this was probably my last day?
“Help a baddie, would you. This window is higher than the one back at the Grayson's!" The voice spoke again and I frowned, turning to the window, only to see Bianca right there, clutching the edge of the window for dear life.
“And it's laced with silver” she added, pouting and blinking like a lost puppy.
“What!?”
“Hurry up, it burns” she whispered under her breath and I rushed towards the window sill, wondering how I became friends with this pretty psycho.
“What am I supposed to do now when you're clutching the sill with your life in your hands? You're literally going to fall to your death the moment you let go!” I muttered calmly, mimicking her tone when she talked about death like it was absolutely nothing.
“Are you trying to get back at me right now when my life is in danger?” She half yelled, trying to avoid catching the attention of the guards on patrol.
Right… that too. How the hell did she escape them?
I can't listen to that if I don't help her into the room. So I did. I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her with everything my frail energy could do.
She landed inside… on the ground with a thud, her butt landing hard into the tiled floor. She winced a bit, before sprawling her entire body on the ground in an exaggerated exasperation.
Typical Bianca.
I giggled. “You look good when you're looking half dead… kicked in the ass by a truck” I told her but the moment the words left my mouth, she glared at me, muttering something under her breath… probably a warning to get even but I wasn't listening. My brain has taken a 360 degree turn towards everything Alexander made me feel within the range of twelve hours and also when he said the same words I just said.
Bianca was by my side in a blink and I almost jumped out of my skin when she took my hand in hers, blinking up at me like a cat wanting to listen to a lullaby.
“I’d be glad to tell my mate how badly you treated me but first things first, Dani. Now what's with that blush, darling friend?” She muttered in a sing-song voice and I instantly covered it with a serious frown.
“What blush?” I denied immediately, pretending to be clueless but it was pointless with Bianca… obviously.
Especially when she had that hawk-like glare on her face.
“Fine. Fine. I'll tell you…”
I explained everything to her. From when I got here, to when I'd run into the older doctor and how Alpha Alexander defended me. I left out the fact that I knew he was my mate or the fact that we made out and I planned to keep it that way but who am I kidding.
“You smell like you had a quickie around a corner of this wide palace, babe. You CANNOT lie to me or leave anything out” she muttered calmly, her weird smile telling me she knew there was more to the gist I gave her.
“Fine! I didn't have a ‘quickie’— whatever that is. But I figured Alpha Alexander was my mate at the mating night party” I blurted at once, waiting for a judging look, a condemnation or a freak out but none came. Her lips simply parted in a soundless scream as her wide eyes landed on my face .
“OH. MY. CABBAGE, Danica. This is literally the best news I've heard all my life” she exclaimed and I gaped at her like she'd gone crazy.
“Are you seriously saying that right now, Bee? You know how people say the Alpha is. You know how I am. You know what I've been through…”
“Doesn't that explain why he isn't slaughtering you right now?” She chipped in, still not seeing the picture I had in my head.
“More like he isn't slaughtering me yet because he has no idea yet?” I corrected and she frowned hard.
“What!!”
“He would probably put me out of my misery silently, the moment he finds out instead of putting me through any pointless humiliation that would point at him too”