Chapter 88 Alphas orders
Alpha orders
Milo’s POV
I didn’t know how I made it back to Damon’s chamber alive.
One moment, Damon was breathing down on my neck, very close to tearing his sister apart. The next second, he just left without saying anything to anyone.
Leaving me alone with the two most vicious women on earth, in the same room.
I managed to lock the door with a click, before my legs gave way under me and I crashed to the ground like a sack of potatoes, while trying to catch my breath as if I had just escaped a terrible storm with my last breath.
The silence of the chamber enveloped me. It was too quiet, but at least it was better than sitting in between two ravenous beasts.
Selene’s words continued to ring in my head,
“He has bad taste.”
The way she said it, with a sharp and mocking tone, and even though she said it just to spur me, and prove her point to her brother, her words had sunk deeper than I wanted to admit.
Bad taste… like I was nothing but a passing distraction Damon had picked up on a whim. And because I was nothing but just an omega boy, that might probably die alone because of my status.
The very first day I became a pet, I had damned my coming years of a happy union with anybody. Nobody in their right state of mind would marry a pet, no matter if they were soul mates. I was nothing but a pet. Meant for his or her master, and one day, when the master gets tired or doesn't fancy me again, he might decide to get a new pet, or worse, still get rid of me.
Hot tears blinded my vision, as they flowed non stop, for minutes or hours, I couldn't count but when tears couldn't come out anymore, I decided to drag my tired body up and wash myself.
I headed straight to the bathroom, and within seconds, hot steam filled with the whole room. I let myself sink into the warm water, letting the hot steam do it to work by flooding all my pores and tense muscles.
I had added the herb that Daphne had kept for me for this very moment, according to her it sooth the mind and calms the soul, and without realising it, i sank deeper, allowing the herb to do it work by sipping into my bones and clearing of my head of every impure thoughts that kept on running inside my head. The sting of humiliation, and the bite of Damon’s temper, and even the hunger that kept on biting my stomach, reminding me of the consequences of abandoning my food to run away…, all of it just blurred beneath the heat and for a fleeting moment, I had a moment of peace. I was no longer a prisoner or a pawn in the game I knew nothing about. I was just a boy floating in the midst of steam. It felt like I was in an empty space. Weightless and untethered.
But then reality awaits. It always does.
After soaking for hours. I was forced to come out when the water started running cold, and I wasn't prepared for the reality that smiled at me like a cruel joke. With droplets of water falling down my skin, I entered the beautiful chamber that was only fit for kings, the carved expensive wood that reflected the soft glow of the room, the soft velvet sheets, the heavy drapes, everything suddenly became too much for me. It felt like I was being slammed with the reality of what I am and what I can never escape from. was a palace compared to the life I came from. I should have hated it. I should have spat on every piece of luxury that mocked my captivity.
Instead, I found myself… tidying the already tidied room. Straightening the velvet sheets, aligning his stacks of books that could make a semi library, folding all the dirty clothes that were sprawled on the floor with careless abandon.
I paused…
What was I doing? Acting like some loyal little luna waiting for his Alpha to return.
I caught myself staring at the unfinished cloth I tried to stitch for him, as if Damon needed anything I could offer.
I laughed bitterly, amazed at my delusion. I had let his little action of care and attention get to me. But thank God that his sister has opened my ignorant eyes to the real truth of everything…
At that moment, Daphne’s voice floated inside my head. “There’s something unique about him, There’s something about Damon he hides, Something he doesn’t want the world to know”
But what could that mean?
I pushed the thought aside and instead found myself opening a drawer, searching for where Daphne had kept the threading materials, but then I found something else… That was when I found something.
A paper.
My chest tightened as I found a wrinkled paper under the drawer. I froze, remembering that fateful day I was dragged out of my fathers house. The words blurred where my tears had stained them there. I will escape. I will see my family again. I won’t let this place swallow me.
I didn't want to remember,
My throat tightened the moment I recognized it. The one I had written the first day I arrived here, my hands brushed over the faded letters that were drowned with my own tears. My desperate vow:
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I will return to my family >>
My fingers trembled uncontrollably as I stared at the paper. I hadn’t thought of them in months. Not once had I whispered their names, not once had the thoughts to actualize my plans come into play in my head for the past months. Not when all my world had been replaced and controlled by him all this time. His gaze, his touch.
What kind of son, and a brother was I to forget my family so easily?
Shame burned inside me, going deeper and sharper than even Damon's sister's cruel words.
I had to see Daphne…
I suddenly felt that the whole room was closing in on me. It was getting tighter as the day went on and I was finding it hard to breathe.
I couldn’t stay here for a second longer…
quickly folding the paper, shoving it inside my pocket. I grabbed my coat, for undercover and silently made my way to the door.
I slipped out of the door, heart pounding like a wild drum in my chest. I was outside the chamber now, my eyes darted around expecting to see guards already breathing down my neck, but I didn't see anybody. Taking a deep breath I decided to brace it, not minding the outcome of my actions.
but I barely made it past the corner before I felt a shadow loom over me, blocking my path.
My stomach sank, I froze,
“Cornel!...”
“i…I was just trying…”
My mind blanked, no matter how I tried to process information I couldn't come up with anything to lie about. Not when his eyes were trained on me with a glowing look. He stepped closer and my body immediately tensed up with his approach. I closed my eyes waiting for the inevitable but what he did next surprised me.
He stepped back, his eyes still trained on me.
“You remember our deal right.” His tone dropped lower, “The fight… The promise you made. Alpha must not know. Do you understand?”
I nodded quickly, still having no clue where this was going… but clutching the folded paper like a n anchor, I answered him. “Yes. I remember.”
His lips curved into something between a smirk and a smile. “Good boy.”
I forced a smile, though my insides twisted. “I was just going to the hospital wing to check on…”
“It's not my business Milo, do whatever you choose to do…” He backed away further, his hands in his pocket, and with an expression I couldn't read.
“Alphas orders…”
His voice echoed faintly, before he disappeared into the shadows, leaving me standing alone with my jaws on the ground.
“His orders…, like Damon…”
“This is our chance Milo, our mate, is trusting us.” lior howled in my mind. Happy for a reason different from what was running inside my head.
Damon had commanded his guards never to stop me from leaving the room. I almost jumped up in joy at what this entails. This means that I could go wherever I wanted to go, other than sitting cooed up in the room and waiting for him to come back like a patient dog.
My steps echoed in the silence, as I walked faster, different ideas and thoughts running through my head. I unconsciously touched the paper again,
Maybe this was my chance to redeem myself