Chapter 65 065
Danica's POV
I have so many questions to ask Scarface right now. Like why am I needed at the Pack house when I just officially got my free week? But for now? I couldn't wait to be out of Finn's sight.
So I simply nodded without questions. He slowly inclined his head to the path he just came through, indirectly telling me to go first.
'Such a gentle, not so gentleman.' I was tempted to say out loud but I simply smirked in amusement.
But my first step was suddenly halted when Finn's voice sliced through the air again.
"Danica, I'm not done talking" he pointed, clearly glaring at Scarface like the poor guy killed the Moon goddess herself.
"Well I'm done listening to you, Finn. Besides, I don't think we're close enough to exchange words like we're in the ultimate court of law" I retorted sharply, the exhaustion mild yet clear in my tone.
Scarface probably noticed it because right then he urged me to keep walking. And I did that without looking back.
Not even when I heard a low dangerous growl which was definitely not Finn's.
"Trust me, you don't want to go after her while fully aware that I won't give a shit whether you're the Gamma princess's mate or not before decapitating your legs, dude" Scarface's warning followed the growl before his footsteps finally began to follow mine.
When we got far enough to lose sight of Finn, I turned back to face him swiftly, almost slamming into him in the process but then I tried to dodge it, and the force sent me falling backwards.
A shriek escaped my lungs as I imagined how hard it would sting to fall right here and roll down to heaven knows where.
But the fall never came, instead, I felt a strong grip on my arm as I'm forced to stand straight. All thanks to Scarface.
A sharp sigh of relief escaped me in contrast with the hard pounding in my chest.
"Thank you, Scarface" I muttered, regaining my footing as I followed behind him instead of being all smarty-feet and storming off in front of him.
"Killian" He corrected and I almost scoffed out loud. Almost!
"What? Your glares alone were enough to slit my throat when I called you by your name the other day" I pointed and his steps slowed but he didn't stop walking.
"That was... Never mind" he muttered and I scoffed out loud this time. Why? Because he deserves it. He sure as hell deserves a smack to his head right now.
"Well, No thanks. I'm just going to stick with S-C-A-R-F-A-C-E as in Scarface then. That's the safest path to thread when it comes to someone who changes their mind quite often. You know that right?" I said plainly and I heard him scoff... Or was it a chuckle?
Either way, that doesn't seem like the usual Scarface I've known since I walked into the sacred palace.
"Suit yourself then" he muttered calmly and I literally had to run to keep up with his pace.
"Why are you here anyway?" I asked the question that has been bothering me ever since he suddenly showed up out of nowhere.
"You're needed at the Pack house. I said it before" he answered but there was no doubt he knew it wasn't the answer I was looking for.
"You know what I mean, Scarface. Why am I suddenly needed at the palace when I just got my official one week break? And why the hell are you acting all nice to me all of a sudden?" I asked, suddenly getting worked up and restless for no good reason. But he remained silent and somehow, that got all my brain cells threatening to fall loose.
"You're not going to say anything now? I'm just expected to follow you like a dog that has no destination?" I blurted before I could stop myself.
Okay fine. I wouldn't want to stop myself because first, can someone explain this hollow ache that kept rising in my chest?
Still he remained silent. And I, Danica Grayson officially lost my mind.
"Fine then, you don't have to tell me anything. I won't ask any more questions but don't expect me to actually follow you when I don't know why I'm going back there anyway, because I won't" I muttered sternly, crossing my arms as I met his stone-hard gaze coldly.
"Danica... You can't be doing this right now, Master Blake will hold you accountable if you waste a single minute out here" he warned but who was he kidding?
"Too bad, he'll have to bring whatever craziness he has up his sleeve right here. Unless you answer my question, of course"
I honestly don't feel like myself right now. I knew there was no reason for him to lie about Blake summoning me or anything but somehow, my little head couldn't stop thinking about why it was Blake calling me out and not Alexander. It isn't something that was impossible, don't get me wrong, but right now it feels awfully weird and wrong.
"Fine! I'm just going to tell you that it is something regarding Alpha Alexander. He needs your help" he said and I didn't miss the hesitation in his voice.
"He needs my help? What could he possibly need my help for?" I asked, suddenly walking ahead of him without even realizing it.
"He would have asked me himself if he needed my help, Killian. That's not like Alexander" I continued.
"You're right. It's not like him. He's just not in a position to ask you himself. Why don't you just end this chitchat and see for yourself?" He muttered and I nodded absentmindedly.
"But he's okay right?"
"He is... Still the Alpha that he is, I guess" he said and then began the true warrior walk, clearly avoiding me and my questions until we arrived at the Palace.
At that point, my heart was already thumping and I had no idea why. I didn't even know what I was feeling. But excitement doesn't get your hand all sweaty and your pupils all unfocused, right?
My roaming eyes fell on Blake who suddenly rushed up to me, grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the North wing.
"Where are we going?" The question came out as a breathless pant but he only tightened his hand around my wrist like I would disappear right before him.
"Alexander's room" his response was curt, angry.
"Why? What's wrong?" I asked, immediately dreading the sight of Alexander's doors as we got closer.
"The fact that the Dear Alpha of Dark Orchids officially lost his mind over a mere woman or the fact that his obsession is slowly yet painfully becoming the end of him? Trust me, nothing was ever right anyway." He responded harshly and I stopped walking, my eyes stinging slightly as I snatched my hand from his iron grip.
"Please... Tell me Alexander is okay and all you just said was probably just a proverb" my voice was all shaky and desperate but I couldn't help it. I wasn't entirely slow witted and ever since Killian was behaving so suspiciously, I've been doubtful that everything was actually fine but I believed only what I wanted.
That wasn't the case now. I'm right here, about to be hit with the reality of it all and I needed closure. An assurance. Anything.
"He's dying, Danica. There's no way out and I just thought you might want to say goodbye to the one person who made your possible and impossible wishes come true"