ALANIA.
“Oh. Yeah. Right there.” I freeze with my hand to the doorknob. What was that sound?
“Fuck yes. I love it when you do that. Don't stop.” Is that what I think it is?
I rear back, checking above the door to make sure that I had the right one. I did. This is room 316, Muzza's room. I was supposed to meet him here.
I check the other doors quietly, putting my ears against them to listen for the sound again. Nothing.
I go back to that particular door and I hear a grunt of some sort, followed by a long moan.
I don't have time enough to think, I shove the door open and my eyes go wide. Holy shit!
My head is filled with thoughts, all of them negative. Tears are welling in my eyes and running down with a speed that even I cannot keep track of.
What the hell? How dare he? How dare she? How dare the both of them?
As if sensing my presence his eyes snap up to meet mine and he pauses. His hip thrusted out following the stroke he just gave her. Her head is still lolling from side to side on the sheets, an announcement of just how much she is enjoying the act in progress.
“What's wrong? Don't stop.” Her voice is breathy as she moans out her request.
He doesn't move, doesn't speak. Nothing. His eyes just stay trained on mine the whole time, watching me in a mixture of shock and something else I cannot quite put my finger on.
Her eyes follow his line of vision and she shrieks. “What the hell are you doing? Do you know how creepy it is to watch such an intimate moment without an invitation?”
I cringe. Without an invitation? She would have been okay with it if she was aware of my presence?
Muzza pulls out of her and for some masochistic reason, my eyes follow the movement, fastening on the glistening length that was doling out pleasure inside of her just now.
I watch as he pulls on his pants that were lying on the floor alongside a heap of feminine clothing.
“What are you doing here?” He asks coldly, walking towards me.
I still cannot move, my feet are still rooted firmly to the spot. “You asked me to meet you here.”
“That was two hours ago.”
“I got stuck in traffic.” I look behind him to the room where Elva is dragging her clothes on, a frown on her face. “What's this?”
“What does it look like?” He throws back at me.
I look at his face, now devoid of every emotion as he stares back at me. “You're sleeping with her.” It doesn't come out as a question.
“I'm well aware.”
Another tear slides down my cheek. “That's my stepsister!”
He smirks. “I know.”
Anger and pain stir up inside of me and I start to pummel his chest with my fist. “How dare you? You jerk! You're cheating on me with my own stepsister?”
His palm closes around my fist, holding both of them in one hand to halt my assault.
“Cheating? Oh come on! You really believed that we had a relationship going there? Get over yourself.”
Shock spirals through me. “You said you loved me.”
He chuckles, a dark sound that sends chills down my spine. “Anybody can say those words. Do you really think there's anything special about it?”
Elva struts up to where we stand, her arms coming around him in a flashy pose. “Did you really think you could keep a man like Muzza, you worthless thing?”
Her words are a slap in the face. “What did I ever do to you?” I ask her, my breath catching on a sob.
She laughs. “I told you before that you're undeserving of every good thing in your life, and I was going to have them all to myself.”
“And you thought taking my mate from me was the price?”
“Whoa! Back up,” Muzza reacts. “Mate is a stretch, Alania, especially coming from someone who doesn't even have a wolf.”
My heart constricts at the wickedness in those words. “You said you knew. You said the moon goddess gave you all the necessary signs to prove that we were mates.”
“And you fell for that? Just how gullible are you?”
“I think the term you're looking for is dumb,” Elva says. She turns to me again. “Dad would have paid just about anything to have someone say those words to you and get you off his hands. You're worthless and even your own father would rather sell you off than live with the nuisance that is you.”
I don't waste a second, I turn and sprint away from the door, the sound of Elva's laughter trailing me as I turn a sharp corner.
The tears are falling harder and faster now, blurring my vision, and I have to wipe at my eyes to keep from falling - just like the many pieces of my heart that sit at my feet, broken.
I don't know how, but the next thing I feel is myself colliding with a really hard, really warm surface, my body already freefalling backwards. I shut my eyes, preparing for the fall, but firm hands wrap around me to keep me from falling.
I open my eyes and he's standing right there. The person who caught me from falling is none other than the man I work for, the man who speaks less than five words at work everyday and has a personality that has everyone holding themselves in rigid control to avoid making a mistake. Axelyon Frydaz.
His sparkly blue eyes stare into mine and I swallow, fear of a different kind traveling along my spine as I realise that I just ran over the man who signs my paychecks.
“Are you crying because of them?” He asks me, tilting his chin slightly to a space behind me.
I swallow at the emotions that threaten to choke me seeing Elva and Muzza, my stepsister and boyfriend, strutting out arm in arm.
I nod, giving a positive response to my his question.
A dark smile covers his face. “Come with me.”
