Chapter 31 31- Aidan
RANDOM FACTS: The cellar where Riven is being kept was built specifically to contain rogue Alphas with excessive light to override their senses as well. It's the one place in the Academy where Kael Veyne cannot reach.
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Visions are all… strangely arranged. They can be old messages that might reflect something that could happen in the future so you change it. It can also be the future, showing you glimpses just so you prepare as it cannot be changed.
The point is, visions do not happen just because you wish to have them. No matter what you do. They will come when they desire and only on their timeline.
So perhaps, I should have waited for the other visions I would have involving Cain. I probably should have. But I didn’t. I saw a future of him and I in it. In a… relationship of some sorts.
I told him we were married. It was my first lie to him.
I’m not sure if he believed it but he’s kept me here by his side all these years, albeit to fuck me and use me as a source of entertainment. But I don’t have it in me to complain.
I’m here. By his side. Always. No matter what.
It’s why even after I saw his stupid message on my phone that had about ten red exclamation emojis while I was preparing for class, I still headed downstairs to the cellar we always met when he went that particular emoji.
I just didn’t think we would be having an extra person in the room.
Especially a certain omega whose scent seems to be constantly overwhelming in the Academy.
I look at him. Cain, who’s always so composed and nonchalant about everything in his life because he’s been spoon fed with a literal gold spoon from the moment he was born doesn’t look the way he normally does.
He’s pacing back and forth as I notice that the entire cellar has every light on. It’s bright, exceedingly bright which should hurt his sharp senses but he doesn’t seem to care.
My eyes fall on the omega again who looks like he’s in some deep sleep of sorts, thanks to the way his chest keeps rising and falling. He’s alive. So that’s all that matters. “Why is he here, Cain?”
Cain turns his attention to me, his eyes wild in a way I’ve never seen before as he starts to ramble, “Fuck, I couldn’t take him home. You have no fucking idea what I just saw. Honestly, I’m not even sure if I’m… still sane enough to think this through rationally, or maybe I’m imagining you. I probably am. Fuck. Fuck. That was such a fucking trip—”
“You are not making any sense.” I cut in, knowing that if he goes any further in this direction, I will probably no longer be able to understand him. “This is all because of that shifter you keep talking to, isn’t it? He got you into this mess and now—”
“It’s not Astoria. This time anyway,” He lets out a laugh there. It’s hollow and cheap and rolls off the tongue easily. The moment he sees me going to the light switch, his voice rings out again, “Don’t fucking do that. For fucks sake, baby, that’s the last thing you want.”
“Why?”
“Because the Phantom Alpha is gonna get you. That’s what.”
I can’t help the disappointment etching through my face as I say, “You cannot be serious, Cain.”
The asshole laughs as he hurries to me. He looks all happy now as he grabs my hands, pulling me into his body. I’m the one with the larger body mass in our… whatevership even though he’s an inch taller, but I can’t help how my face heats up with how close he is.
Because Cain Thorpe, is tragically beautiful. And there’s no other way to see him. That charming smile, the beautiful way his eyes crinkle when he's genuinely amused— not the cold, cruel amusement he usually wears, but something warmer. Something real.
I hate that I notice it. I hate that after everything, after years of being his secret, his toy, his convenient hole to fuck when he's bored, I still melt when he looks at me like that. “You're insane,”
“Probably.” He grins, tugging me closer. "But I'm not wrong. The Phantom Alpha is real. Like the entire fucking fairytale. Might not be by the name we know him in, and I can’t even remember what he looks like but we’ve seen him before. He just… fucking erased the entire thing from our heads.”
“That’s not possible. No wolf can do that—”
“The legends have always said Korvus was more than that, remember?” He cuts in, cupping my face. “Baby, I thought you’d be happier that I brought him here. You’re the little nerd with your need to know more about us. Right now, he seems kinda knocked out so perhaps—”
“What did you do to him?”
“Nothing.” But he’s laughing as he moves back, his hands in the air in mock surrender as he shrugs, "Honestly, you should probably ask what he did to me, sweetheart. If you cared so much.”
I want to tell him that I did ask but he’s been rambling like a lunatic without a clear fucking story or direction but I don’t say that. Instead, I say, “What. Happened?”
“The Omega had a fight with his best friend or whatever. Very stupid fight really, should have snapped her partner’s neck but I digress. Anyway, He’s having a panic attack, and for a second, I think I’m gonna leave him so he calms down and take a walk around. Just… enjoy the world around me now that I’m out of this damp walled place—”
“Get on with it.”
“But I realize that I can’t… move. And nor can the people around us. Though in my case, I’m aware that I can’t move. But with them… they just stand there, tears streaming down their faces and me? I’m feeling too many emotions welling up in my chest. Regret. Guilt. Hate. Disgust. Emotions that… I personally do not feel. And instinctively, I know it's because of Riven.”
Tears are streaming down his eyes even though he’s no longer crying as he says, “I felt the fear of losing you. I felt… so many things at once and I knew I had to get back to you. I had to find you. And also that if Kael finds Riven unconscious with me, I’ll probably be dead so I don’t tell you this,”
“Tell me what?”
“That I am in love with you, Aidan Crowheart,” He says, stepping closer. “What do you think about a quick impromptu asking out before these motions stop swimming through my chest?”