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Chapter 14 - Mira
Chapter 14 - Mira
My heart is sitting in my throat as I watch Alpha Nikolaos walk out of my bathroom. The bedroom door
closes, and it’s only then that I lean against the large bathtub and breathe out a sigh.
I really thought I was about to be punished when the Alpha walked in here, but instead, I nearly slipped
out of the darn bath and landed on my butt.
And he caught me - he caught me in those strong arms of his and I nearly swooned. He wasn’t dressed
in a suit today, he wore a black t-shirt and jeans. But he still looked as handsome as ever - I swear,
there’s just something about him, about his eyes.
When he caught me, his slicked-back hair slipped out of place and fell into his eyes - it felt like a movie
moment, especially with the way he looked at me. The second I touched his chest, though, he let go of
me as if I was a live wire, then started with his berating again.
This man is so mercurial; I could have sworn I saw lust in his eyes. But that would mean he finds me
attractive, and I know that’s not possible.
Sighing, I dry off and walk to my closet to get into some warm, soft PJs. The nights have been cold
lately, and the pain in my joints is even worse. The warm PJs and blankets help with the pain, but only
so much.
Before I decide to get to bed, I walk over to the bedroom door only to see Josef looking like his favorite
toy just got taken away. He looks up at me with a tight smile. “Evening, Miss Mia,” he says.
“Hey, are you okay?” I ask. His lips are a thin line and he nods his head tersely. “Are you sure? The
Alpha was just in here and he…had a lot to say.”
Josef sighs. “Same with me. I warned both you and Ariadne that this would happen, but you wouldn’t
listen. As usual, I got the slap in the face for it,” he says with little malice, but I can tell he’s hurt.
A wave of guilt crashes into me as I sigh. “I’m so sorry, Josef. I promise I’ll listen to your warning from
now on; the last thing I want is to get you into trouble,” I say with sincere honesty.
He only gives me a nod. “Goodnight, Miss Mia,” is all he says before resuming his post.
Oh, Goddess… I hope I haven’t ruined our friendship with this.
When I get into bed, my mind drifts to the Alpha’s warning about Ariadne. I knew he’d eventually find
out about our tea visits. I just didn’t think he’d only find out after a week of us meeting daily.
Josef was, of course, apprehensive about it. But the old lady kept nagging until he eventually shut up
and gave in.
Even though we met so many times, I still haven’t found out much about her or the Alpha but that’s fine
with me. She brings me books, tells me about her favorite reads, and gives me a vivid play-by-play of
the telenovelas she’s engrossed in.
I have never had someone speak to me with such enjoyment before and nothing feels forced. Now that
little light has been taken away, so I’m left to eat, sleep, read, write in my journal and wander around
aimlessly.
It’s better than the alternative, I suppose. Ah, I should get some shut-eye before my day of further
nothingness begins yet again. Who knows, perhaps I can ask Josef to have a TV installed for me so I
don’t lose my mind even more.
Closing my eyes, I drift off to a dreamless sleep.
But that dreamless sleep gets interrupted when I feel a hand around my neck cutting off my air supply.
My eyes shoot open and all I can see are the white eyes of a Rogue - his face is completely hidden by
a balaclava.
Terror fills my heart as my predicament becomes clear - they have sent someone to kill me. But who?
Mikhail? Maxim?
I scratch at his hand, drawing blood, but he only grins and uses both his hands to choke the life out of
me. So I trash about, trying to get him off of me - it somehow works because I got my knee up and get
him in between the legs.
“Bitch! He hisses and I take this opportunity to scream, but he cuts it short by wrapping his hand
around my neck and shoving me to the floor. “Take your death quietly, Omega whore, or I’ll be forced to Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.
use my knife as I did on your fucking puppy out there.”
Oh, no! Josef!
“N-No!” I groan, trying to call to my wolf for help, but she’s still silent. Star, where are you?! I need you
right now, please!
I struggle against his hold, but a jab against my ribs silences me; he must know about my sensitive ribs
being broken so many times under Mikhail’s touch.
The more I scratch against his hands, the more he chuckles, so I try to bring up my knee again, but this
is when he actually straddles me. I am not completely at the mercy of this man who has been sent to
kill me.
With one hand still on my throat, he used the other to pull out a silver dagger and openly laughs when
he sees the horror fill my eyes. That dagger looks familiar…oh so familiar!
“He told me to make it painful, so try not to scream,” he says, then drags the tip of the blade over my
right eye, slicing it down and splitting my skin.
The painful sear of the silver dagger is a familiar feeling, this is not new to me, and now I finally know
who sent this man… By the time I see white spots dance in front of my eyes, I give up fighting.
These few weeks of peace and calm were nice, and I knew they would be ripped away from me, just
not this soon. Josef, the only one who showed me empathy, is probably dead out there and now I
would join him.
The warm blood that pools at my hair and chest from the deep incisions does not make me cry out in
pain, even as they hurt. I stopped crying a long time ago, tears are a waste and so is the illusion of
peace. There’ll be no peace for me here in this world, no matter what I decide.
Finally, I’ll finally be free of this godforsaken life. The thought makes me happy, and yet sad at the
same time - someone has come to kill me, I should be terrified but I simply see freedom at the end of
the white light.
But even the blissful peace of my imminent death is ripped away from me.
The pressure on my throat is relieved with a bloodcurdling roar, and I hear something heavy being
thrown against the opposite wall. I blink and lift up. Everything is blurry as I try to make out what is
happening… but the familiar scent of spice and leather invades my senses, just as I hear:
“Who gave you the fucking right to put your hands on my Omega?”