Chapter 26 Helped by his wolf
Asha
I stretch my legs under the table, finally feeling alive. It's been days since I've had a stagnant routine.
Auren's house, his excruciating missions, his house again.
I've never really had the chance to breathe properly since I've been staying with him; that's why I literally had to beg him to come to this pretty cafe.
The barista comes in with my cup of caramel macchiato, and places it on the table.
"Yay, thank you so much," I smile at the pretty redhead.
She smiles right back at me, "Sure. Enjoy!"
I take the cup to my lips, and take a long sip. The warm, milky smoothness hits my mouth, caressing my tongue. The caramel adds this buttery sweetness that makes me want to plunge myself in more macchiatos. The espresso does kick in a little, making everything so balanced in my mouth.
"Ahh," I moan, throwing my head back in pleasure.
"I need to leave that place more often. This is wonderful," I mumble, taking more sips.
"Care if I join you, miss?" A gruff voice interrupts my bliss.
I cock my brow, raising my head to meet the intense gaze of a man towering above me. He's dressed in a black trench coat, and a black pants. A black mask covers half of his face, so I can't recognize who he is.
"Uhh, I don't know who you are. Why should I do that?" I grumble.
He shrugs, and sits on the chair opposite me anyway.
"Hey, if you don't leave this table, I'll scream, and draw attention to you," I warn.
He scoffs, taking off his mask, "Do you really want to do that?"
My jaw drops.
Blond. Icy blue eyes. A small scar below his right cheek.
"Rheagar?" I almost scream, but my hands fly to my mouth stalling it.
He sighs, "Good thing you still remember my face."
Chills run down my throat, dropping to my stomach, and turning into heat.
My legs freeze in their place, color draining from them. The cold in my legs spread upwards, to my chest level. I'm shivering— really bad.
What does he want? I thought he was hiding? What should I do?
I meticulously whip out my phone, proceeding to text Auren.
"You wouldn't dare. I will rip you into two if Auren ever knows I was at this place."
A lump catches in my throat. My heart leaps to my mouth, trapping all the words I wanted to say.
He rests back in the chair, "Now, let's discuss business," a lazy smirk teases his mouth.
"Wh- what do you want?" I swallow as the lump as hard I can.
"I learnt because of your big mouth, Zarven was killed," he places his hands on the table, "You just couldn't keep shut, hm?"
The smile in his eyes is now replaced by stone cold iciness; it freezes my soul.
"I-"
"Now, Auren has aggravated his search for me because of that incident. You fucking bitch," he grits his teeth, his eyes blowing wide, "You better fix this."
"What do you want from me?" I gulp down.
"Make Auren stop searching for me. I don't know how you intend to do that, but make it happen."
With shaky hands, I reach for my coffee cup, and take another long sip. This time, the buttery, milky smoothness does nothing to calm my nerves.
I place the cup down, still thinking of how to reply him.
"What do you say?" He asks again.
"I can't do that. There's no way I can change his mind," I manage to reply.
He throws his head back, and laughs for a long while.
"You can't do anything, you say?" He laughs in between his words, "But you were the one who made him kill Zarven, weren't you?"
Those words press down on me like a weight. Was I really the reason Zarven was killed?
"You want to be smart?" He leans over the table, "I know you're an outcast from the silver crest pack."
Fear paralyzes my soul at that instant.
"There's no way!" I shake my head in disbelief.
He sneers, "I know I'm not wrong. You're body language is only proving me wrong," he shrugs his shoulders.
"H-how did you know?" My voice drops to a whisper.
"That's not relevant. What's important is that if you don't do what I want you to do, I'll grab you little self and drag you back to your Alpha," a wicked grin lights his eyes up.
"After all, he is desperately searching everywhere for you."
I bite my fingernails, still trembling. If he found out I'm here, other people might also know I'm here.
Oh this is bad. This is really bad.
"You can't do that," I choke on my words, tears blurring my vision.
"You'd have to watch me because if you don't do what I want, I'll make sure the Alpha of silver crest pack knows about your whereabouts."
My teeth begin to clatter from a strange cold invading my bones.
I don't want to help him, at the same time I don't want to go back to silver crest pack. Whatever Orion would do to me would be worse than death."
"Please, don't do this," I clasp my hands together, "I don't want to go back there."
His lips turn downards, "Then you do as I say."
I sniffle, "Wh- what.. should I do?"
He licks his lower lip, then holds his chin with his arm propped on the chair.
His eyes study my face for a while, his brows slightly knitting together.
"Now that I've properly looked at you, you're actually a really beautiful lady. Auren does know how to shoot a shot."
My insides coil with disgust, rage, and helplessness.
He dips his hand into his trench coat, and brings out an envelope, "Give this to him. Make sure he reads it. If he asks how you got it, just tell him you found it along the road."
I knit my brows, "How does that even make sense?"
He hardens his face, "You don't have the intention of telling him you saw me here, do you?"
I shake my head, "Uh.. n-no."
"Good. Be a good girl," he stands up from the chair, "Don't make the mistake of throwing that away or misplacing it. I have easier access to you than to Auren, killing you isn't a hard thing to do."
I slightly narrow my eyes. The highest thing he could do to me is kill me, but then wouldn't that be an end to my misery?
He gives me a little wink, and walks out of the cafe.
I clench my fists, my eyes falling on the envelope, "Fuck!"
Do not listen to him, my love. You can handle this without him finding out.
"Damon?"
Let's take down the bastard together. The fool won't know what hit him.
"Do you have a plan? What if he does find out?"
I'm assuring you he won't. You don't like the idea of helping him indirectly, do you?
"Of course not."
He's just trying to use you to get to Auren. I doubt you'd live the rest of your life in peace, knowing you indirectly caused his downfall.
I bite my lower lip, "Do you have a plan?"
You trust that I do.
"Then let's do this."