Chapter 116 BONUS CHAP. 23 - EX MESS
\-CLEO'S POV-
After messing with Darlene, I wondered how Blayne would react when the news got out. Malik reluctantly came with me. I did not give him a choice in the matter. He whined pathetically that
escorting me to the fetish club might result in Blayne killing him. Additionally, I had breached confinement, which would be another scale of punishment for him. Nervously, he stood by and watched me serve the bitch up a torturous session.
See, I replied to her email and told her that I'd be at the fetish club and at what time. I figured that Blayne was very dominant in the bedroom and so I ordered her to make preparations for me. She had to inversely handcuff herself to the end of the bed facing down.
Wearing a mask, as directed by Malik, I arrived with a whip in my hand. Malik handled the bouncers at the front of the detached three- story building. I had on tight-fitted high-waist black jeans and a black corset top. My blonde hair was loosely down and combed back, and minimal makeup.
From the entrance, we walked down the dimly lit hallway leading into a crowded grand room where in the center was a four-foot rectangular stage with a red and gold cushion padded base, and two couples were wildly fucking on it. The rest of the space surrounding it contained individual sex booths. All were occupied with various people engaging in hedonistic affairs. We made the right turn up the bifurcated stairs.
Once we found the room and entered, the naked woman lying on her stomach with her head in my direction flipped her eyes to look at me. My stomach twisted in contempt.
Shocked to the core, she snapped, "Who the fuck are you?" Never expected to have me there to deal with her, the disbelief impaled her.
"I'm your worst nightmare, Darlene." With an evil smirk, I tapped the whip in my left palm and moved closer to the bed. Malik leaned on the wall closest to the door, wanting this to be over quickly.
"Get the fuck out of this room, now!" She shouted, yanking at the cuffs. Her black hair was caught in a high ponytail and her irate teakwood eyes met mine, daringly. "The Gamma is on his way and he'll....."
"Blayne won't be joining us today." I crouched in front of her and tapped her right cheek three times. "I came instead."
Her eyes blinked in confusion, looking me up and down. "Is this a joke?"
I pinched her nose hard, crushing her nasal bone and injuring the upper and lower cartilage. She shook her head vehemently in an attempt to get out of my grasp, forced to breathe through her mouth as my grip sealed her nostrils.
"Not at all," I told her out of spite. "I'm here to let you know that the Gamma has found his mate now and your services are no longer required." I pulled on her nose until my fingers slipped off.
"Ah!" She screamed. "Lies. You are a liar. He would have told me."
She claimed ignorance of my existence and I did not buy that for a second. All the warriors knew who I was. Blayne made sure of it. Plus, living in the pack house made the omegas aware of my identity and nothing spreads faster than omega gossip.
"Where's your mark?" She quipped as her eyes crackled with bitterness. "He must not want you then."
I laughed mockingly. "Whether he wants me or not, you won't have him either."
"We'll see about that," Darlene hissed in hindsight of the restrained position that she was in.
Her arrogance rifled my wolf. She wanted blood and so did I. Yet, we aren't murderers. The only time that I had to kill was when Hank's rogue attacked us. Therefore, this bitch will live to see another day.
My rage surfaced. Displaying a menacing smile, I palmed her cheeks and my thumbs eye-gouged her. I pressed hard enough until blood trickled from her sockets, down her lashes and cheeks, onto my hands. She writhed and screamed, shouting for help. When I felt that her eyeballs went back into her head far enough, I released her and stood.
Keeping her swollen black and blue eyes closed, she whimpered.
"My next action will depend on your ability to comprehend the importance of you staying away from my mate." I scowled impatiently, rising to stand with my eyes on her.
Embarrassment and anger cooked within her. Trembling lips stayed silent and her head bowed in a gesture of submission.
My brow arched, "I can't hear you, Darlene." I gripped her crown, pulling her head upwards to look into her face.
Malik sweated profusely from fretting under the creeping predator of fearing the repercussions of being caught. It was fun to mess with
her.
"I-I won't interfere with Blayne a-again." She sputtered out in a low voice.
"Good. This discussion is over." I dropped her head and combed my hands through mine before nodding to Malik for us to take our leave.
I needed fresh air and to get out of the fetid stench of cigars and smoke, booze, perspiration, and sex that suffused the building. Well, she got the message after I left and so will Blayne, and the other whores. I managed to keep myself from wanting to harm her even
more.
The next day, Ingrid dropped by daily to take Zoe to and from school. No longer housebound, my day was filled with joy as I was free to roam the premises. Blake informed me that Duke approved my emancipation and I reunited with my people at the border once Zoe was gone. They felt upset that they had to wait longer before our case was finalized.
"Sheldon, please keep your voice down and stop accusing me." I exhaled sharply while standing in the middle of the brown cabin tent
at the border.
"It's the Gamma that is distracting you, Cleo!" Sheldon would have none of my excuses. "You allowed our people to come here. We have elderly people, pregnant women, and children that are here with barely anything. They want answers!"
He believes that things should have been progressing faster. His concern was that with our people coming down from the mountains, they were sitting ducks at the border. We still had no better standard of living than where we were coming from. At least at Regant, we relied on ourselves and knew what we were about. Rather than being here and I'm unable to give any productive feedback or sense of
direction.
Pasco, stood at my side while Sheldon paced the ground. He does not understand what's the hold-up and that I was keeping information
from them.
"The hiatus was because Alpha Vance and Luna Sianna had to lock
down the borders as a National Security measure." I tried not to divulge too much, lest I end up breaking Blayne's trust in me.
The tent opened and Eldon walked lamely inside with his stick. " What is the raucous in here?"
Silence swelled to a compressing point until he looked at me for answers, so I responded, "We share a difference of opinion on the integration. Sheldon's being unreasonable over the delay."
Eldon harshly pointed his stick at him. "Sheldon, we are rogues. We have no jurisdiction here. The werewolf king has to give the decree for us to move into his territory. Even a child would understand that. Why do you give Cleo a hard time?" Sheldon paled and avoided eye contact with his elder.
"You knew that she'd meet her mate eventually," Eldon spoke the obvious as he walked forward to the set of chairs in the tent. "Cleo's responsibility goes beyond us and I know that my daughter is doing everything in her power to give us a better future."
"She literally has the Gamma in her palms. She could use him to get us what we need, faster." Sheldon stubbornly went on. This wasn't like him. He was obviously angry at me for something else.
"She's already done that." Elder Eldon gestures with his hand. " Though we camp here, they provide us with the necessary means to get by." He sat with his stick between his legs and his overlapping palms on the ergonomic t-hook handle top of the cane. "Should she override his command and use her new title to do as she pleased, which I am sure would get her killed? Is that what you want?"
"Stop talking as though the Gamma has marked me. It hasn't happened yet." I mumbled.
Sheldon snorted with a huff, "So all that time that you spent in his bed was for what?"
I gaped. Then I walked up to him and slapped him across the cheeks. Reeking of Blayne's scent highlighted every one of our closeness. How dare he assume that I was no longer level-headed to prioritize my own people?
The offensive glare that I directed at him caused his eyes to dull with repentance. Sheldon was uprooting unnecessary enmity. In his face was pain, hurt, and guilt. Several different emotions combine together as the mixture abruptly transitions from one to the next. It
was challenging for him because regret and guilt frequently bubbled
to the surface.
Disappointment was written on Eldon's face, and he boomed, "Now is not the time for this shit!" With a display of deep thoughtfulness, he added with his gaze on Sheldon, "We should be happy that our
leader has found her soulmate. Her position will grant us a greater future." He paused and cocked his head at me with an affectionate smile, "We have to accept that we must share her with the world." "I'm not abandoning anyone." I went up to Eldon and hugged him, resting the side of my head on his. I dimly grew aware that Sheldon
had thought of me more than a friend. "My heart is always with my people, but I'm entitled to have a private life as well."
Eldon tapped my fingers on his leg, "Yes you are. Zoe needs brothers and sisters and I'd like to see my grandkids before I die." Frowning at the thought of death, I grimaced and grumbled, "You
are strong and you'll be here to endure a few babysitting nights." He was like a father to me and I would hate to lose him. Sheldon seethed with the fury of a man imprisoned by a hopeless devotion. He turned his head away from us and stormed out of the
tent.
"He will get over you." Eldon soothed. I smiled and kissed his forehead.
"Here are the reports," Pasco handed me a pile of untidy loose
papers.
"Thank you, I'll review these and discuss them at a later date." I took the papers and tried to stack them neatly together and left shortly after a brief conversation with the two. The reports must be sent to Alpha Vance when I've finished my evaluations and any discussions I need to have with Sheldon and Pasco.
I headed directly to the apartment since Keisha warned me to stay
clear of the Luna. High Alpha Vance and Blayne were not home yet. I can't believe how much I missed him.
Unfortunately, Sheldon raised a subject that bugged me. My role and responsibilities were with my people, who obviously believed that I was too enamored with my mate to fulfill them. Hence, it was time to move out of Blayne's apartment.
"Urgh," I groaned, knowing that I would have to fight to convince Blayne to let me go. My disposition became depressed.