Chapter 35 Thirty Five
Elara's POV
Allan's matter was over at least for the moment. I had just received a call from Darius who had informed me that there was an emergency meeting. Am urgent gathering at the old cathedral because of the Kordova's warehouse looting.
In as much as my syndicate wa a behind it and I was happy with the great loss the Kordova pack sustained, I felt devasted that they had to call for an urgent meeting out of the blues just to inconvenience me.
I groaned under my breath while running my fingers through my hair as I paced the hallway. My mind racing.
An emergency meeting?
At night?
At the old cathedral of all places?
Geez!!
The werewolf community were crazy. Just because the Kordovas pack cried over their looted warehouse, they decided to hold an emergency meeting at 10 pm?
Do they think we didn't have jobs to do or a pack to cater for?
The warehouse looting was our doing. My team had done well. I was proud of them. The Kordova had to be thought a lesson. Their guts were becoming too alarm and something had to be done and something was done.
But now I had to act innocent. Like I wasn’t aware of anything. Like I wans’t proud of my men. Like I wasn’t secretly jubiliating about their immense loss.
Now I had to sit across from various alphas and elder, pretending like I gave a damn about the Kordova loss. Sitting around a round table sympathize with them. Attending this meeting felt like a punishment. Torture. A distraction. A complete waste of my time. My night. Deep down, I had no choice. I didn't want to drag too much attention. I didn't want to have people tailing me.
I fetched my black coat from the chair I had draped it earlier on. I will fiixed my hair into a large bun grabbing my boots from underneath my table.
My face settled into a calm, unreadable facial expression. A kind of mask I always wore when I wanted to play nice. Even though my blood boiled inside me, my heart raging, I had to compose myself and walk into that cathedral like a saint. A stern look on my face like a concerned leader.
Like someone who cared who cared about the shit going to be discused.pIt was the role I hated the most. But this was the price of power I had to play. I had to Pretend. To Smile and to lie if needed.
Keep your hands clean even it is covered in dirt. In guilt. This is the how you survive in a world like mine.
I slammed a button on my table and it communicated me straight to Darius.
“Get my car ready for me. I'll go with the Porsche.” I said flatly, my voice holding no emotion. “I will be heading out in five minutes.”
“Yes, Boss,” Darius replied without questions
I ended the call and slipped my arms into the coat. It was a cold cold night today so I decided to stick with my denim jacket.
The fabric hugged my shoulders like it was my second skin. Comfy . Warm and gentle. I glanced at myself in the mirror, smiling at my reflection. I was a proud leader. That was who I was. I applied a thin layer of pepper red lipstick on my lips. I had reasons for wanting to look highly presentable. Lucas was going to be there. I wanted to give him the impression that despite the fact that he had my little secret I still dared to show up dashy with a daring look. I had to prove to him that his threat meant nothing to me.
I glanced at the mirror across the room, checking myself out for the last time. Not a strand of hair on my head was out of place. I had no emotions on my face. Just the calm and focused look that portrayed my seriousness.
Tonight, I had to wear two faces. Make them see two of me. The real me face and the one they expected me to wear. The sympathetic one. The one that showed my condolences. And as always, I would wear both well.
I walked out of my room, the soft thud of my boots echoing down the hallway. The night air hit my face the moment I stepped outside. A cool sensation rushed through my body. I made my way to the parking lot and there stood my black Porsche already waiting for me. It was ignited already with its engine humming low like a beast ready to pounce on a squirrel.
Cyric stood beside it, his arms crossed, his eyes locked on me as I approached him. “Darius said you were heading out to the old cathedral alone?” he asked, arching his brows
“Yes,” I replied shortly, expecting him to give way for me to enter but he didn't.
“I’ll drive to the cathedral, Boss” he offered, stepping forward to take my purse.
I narrowed my eyes, hiding my purse behind me.“That won’t be necessary, Cyric. I don't need an escort.”
“Boss?,” he said, tone firmer now, “let me come with you as your driver. Just in case something happens. There might be danger out there. Why would the werewolf community call a meeting so late at night? It could be a trap.”
I hated how soft his voice turned at the end. I hated how much I actually considered it. I didn't want to put my men in harm's way. I was competent enough to protect myself without their help m
“I don’t need a babysitter, Cyric. I can handle anyone that tries to get in my way.”I muttered, confidence laced in the tone of my voice.
“Please, Boss.” Cyric pleaded.
After a few seconds of silence, I finally agreed.
“Fine. You can come with me.”
He grinned and opened the door. He took my purse before sliding into the driver’s seat.
We drove out of the gates without another word. The car interior provided warmth. A stark contrast of the cold outside.