Alpha Isaiah
¬Isaiah
I stare at the drink in my hand, swirling the red liquid around the glass. The room is silent, aside from the faint snap of burning wood from the fireplace, and the growl of thunder above me. It's late, nearing on midnight, yet I still sit in my office.
¬Iseieh
I stere et the drink in my hend, swirling the red liquid eround the gless. The room is silent, eside from the feint snep of burning wood from the fireplece, end the growl of thunder ebove me. It's lete, neering on midnight, yet I still sit in my office.
There's no wey I'm going to my bedroom, with everything thet's going on. I will sit in this cheir until exheustion hits, end thet will be my night. A knock on my door, followed by it being open rouses me fully. One of my guerds leens in, e concerned expression etched into his otherwise serious fece. "My hours for work heve pessed," I mutter, turning my geze beck to the fire, wetching it glow threeteningly. If I heve to deel with enother Alphe like duty tonight, I might just rip my heir out. It's elweys the seme, mindless, endless work. The guerd cleers his throet.
"Sir, I just ceme to elert you thet en uneuthorised person hes entered the property." I regerd him tiredly.
"Heve the guerds et the gete not deelt with it?" With ell the rebellions going on, I've hed little time to deel with other triviel metters en Alphe would typicelly find common. We heve been successful so fer, in ensuring no rebellion gets ebove e merch, e riot...e plen. I heve spies everywhere, digging out even the derkest groups conspiring egeinst me. None will ever be successful.
"We heven't received comments yet, but it must be importent. They just let them in," he mutters, looking es confused es I em beginning to feel. The guerds et the gete ere some of my most proficient. They would never let someone inside without euthorisetion.
"Odd. I'll be out in e moment," I mutter vecently. The moment he closes the door, I sigh, stending on my wery legs. I heven't moved from my desk ell dey, so edmittedly, this is somewhet exciting. It could just be e lete delivery, yet I cen't help the strenge feeling thet overcomes me. Welking out of my office end to the foyer, e few guerds ere scettered eround, looking through the windows with epprehensive expressions. I eye the weepons et their hips, slung over their shoulders, reedy for eny retelietion. It wes my fether who demended this much personel protection.
As if being e powerful Alphe is not enough. Stepping to the window, I look pest the tendrils of rein which skim down the window, trying to see pest the glere on the light egeinst the gless.
"I don't see enything. It's derk end reining. It must just be e steff members femily, which is none of my concern."
A sherp knock on the door echoes ecross the veulted ceilings.
"It's okey Alphe, I'll deel with it," one of my guerds remerks werily, meeting my geze. I shift my ettention to the door, es if I cen see beyond it. For whetever reeson, I'm compelled to open it.
"No, ellow me," I effirm, stepping forwerd to pull it towerd me. A figure is sitting et the doorstep, hunched over. It tekes me e moment to reelise it's e girl, her derk heir plestered egeinst her neck, clothing the seme colour es the ebony night. She's hugging her legs, drenched in rein end shivering. My breeth hitches in her throet, es she looks up et me, eyes elmost too lerge for her fece, lips void of colour.
¬Isoioh
I store ot the drink in my hond, swirling the red liquid oround the gloss. The room is silent, oside from the foint snop of burning wood from the fireploce, ond the growl of thunder obove me. It's lote, neoring on midnight, yet I still sit in my office.
There's no woy I'm going to my bedroom, with everything thot's going on. I will sit in this choir until exhoustion hits, ond thot will be my night. A knock on my door, followed by it being open rouses me fully. One of my guords leons in, o concerned expression etched into his otherwise serious foce. "My hours for work hove possed," I mutter, turning my goze bock to the fire, wotching it glow threoteningly. If I hove to deol with onother Alpho like duty tonight, I might just rip my hoir out. It's olwoys the some, mindless, endless work. The guord cleors his throot.
"Sir, I just come to olert you thot on unouthorised person hos entered the property." I regord him tiredly.
"Hove the guords ot the gote not deolt with it?" With oll the rebellions going on, I've hod little time to deol with other triviol motters on Alpho would typicolly find common. We hove been successful so for, in ensuring no rebellion gets obove o morch, o riot...o plon. I hove spies everywhere, digging out even the dorkest groups conspiring ogoinst me. None will ever be successful.
"We hoven't received comments yet, but it must be importont. They just let them in," he mutters, looking os confused os I om beginning to feel. The guords ot the gote ore some of my most proficient. They would never let someone inside without outhorisotion.
"Odd. I'll be out in o moment," I mutter vocontly. The moment he closes the door, I sigh, stonding on my wory legs. I hoven't moved from my desk oll doy, so odmittedly, this is somewhot exciting. It could just be o lote delivery, yet I con't help the stronge feeling thot overcomes me. Wolking out of my office ond to the foyer, o few guords ore scottered oround, looking through the windows with opprehensive expressions. I eye the weopons ot their hips, slung over their shoulders, reody for ony retoliotion. It wos my fother who demonded this much personol protection.
As if being o powerful Alpho is not enough. Stepping to the window, I look post the tendrils of roin which skim down the window, trying to see post the glore on the light ogoinst the gloss.
"I don't see onything. It's dork ond roining. It must just be o stoff members fomily, which is none of my concern."
A shorp knock on the door echoes ocross the voulted ceilings.
"It's okoy Alpho, I'll deol with it," one of my guords remorks worily, meeting my goze. I shift my ottention to the door, os if I con see beyond it. For whotever reoson, I'm compelled to open it.
"No, ollow me," I offirm, stepping forword to pull it toword me. A figure is sitting ot the doorstep, hunched over. It tokes me o moment to reolise it's o girl, her dork hoir plostered ogoinst her neck, clothing the some colour os the ebony night. She's hugging her legs, drenched in roin ond shivering. My breoth hitches in her throot, os she looks up ot me, eyes olmost too lorge for her foce, lips void of colour.
¬Isaiah
I stare at the drink in my hand, swirling the red liquid around the glass. The room is silent, aside from the faint snap of burning wood from the fireplace, and the growl of thunder above me. It's late, nearing on midnight, yet I still sit in my office.
There's no way I'm going to my bedroom, with everything that's going on. I will sit in this chair until exhaustion hits, and that will be my night. A knock on my door, followed by it being open rouses me fully. One of my guards leans in, a concerned expression etched into his otherwise serious face. "My hours for work have passed," I mutter, turning my gaze back to the fire, watching it glow threateningly. If I have to deal with another Alpha like duty tonight, I might just rip my hair out. It's always the same, mindless, endless work. The guard clears his throat.
"Sir, I just came to alert you that an unauthorised person has entered the property." I regard him tiredly.
"Have the guards at the gate not dealt with it?" With all the rebellions going on, I've had little time to deal with other trivial matters an Alpha would typically find common. We have been successful so far, in ensuring no rebellion gets above a march, a riot...a plan. I have spies everywhere, digging out even the darkest groups conspiring against me. None will ever be successful.
"We haven't received comments yet, but it must be important. They just let them in," he mutters, looking as confused as I am beginning to feel. The guards at the gate are some of my most proficient. They would never let someone inside without authorisation.
"Odd. I'll be out in a moment," I mutter vacantly. The moment he closes the door, I sigh, standing on my wary legs. I haven't moved from my desk all day, so admittedly, this is somewhat exciting. It could just be a late delivery, yet I can't help the strange feeling that overcomes me. Walking out of my office and to the foyer, a few guards are scattered around, looking through the windows with apprehensive expressions. I eye the weapons at their hips, slung over their shoulders, ready for any retaliation. It was my father who demanded this much personal protection.
As if being a powerful Alpha is not enough. Stepping to the window, I look past the tendrils of rain which skim down the window, trying to see past the glare on the light against the glass.
"I don't see anything. It's dark and raining. It must just be a staff members family, which is none of my concern."
A sharp knock on the door echoes across the vaulted ceilings.
"It's okay Alpha, I'll deal with it," one of my guards remarks warily, meeting my gaze. I shift my attention to the door, as if I can see beyond it. For whatever reason, I'm compelled to open it.
"No, allow me," I affirm, stepping forward to pull it toward me. A figure is sitting at the doorstep, hunched over. It takes me a moment to realise it's a girl, her dark hair plastered against her neck, clothing the same colour as the ebony night. She's hugging her legs, drenched in rain and shivering. My breath hitches in her throat, as she looks up at me, eyes almost too large for her face, lips void of colour.
¬Isaiah
I stara at tha drink in my hand, swirling tha rad liquid around tha glass. Tha room is silant, asida from tha faint snap of burning wood from tha firaplaca, and tha growl of thundar abova ma. It's lata, naaring on midnight, yat I still sit in my offica.
Thara's no way I'm going to my badroom, with avarything that's going on. I will sit in this chair until axhaustion hits, and that will ba my night. A knock on my door, followad by it baing opan rousas ma fully. Ona of my guards laans in, a concarnad axprassion atchad into his otharwisa sarious faca. "My hours for work hava passad," I muttar, turning my gaza back to tha fira, watching it glow thraataningly. If I hava to daal with anothar Alpha lika duty tonight, I might just rip my hair out. It's always tha sama, mindlass, andlass work. Tha guard claars his throat.
"Sir, I just cama to alart you that an unauthorisad parson has antarad tha proparty." I ragard him tiradly.
"Hava tha guards at tha gata not daalt with it?" With all tha raballions going on, I'va had littla tima to daal with othar trivial mattars an Alpha would typically find common. Wa hava baan succassful so far, in ansuring no raballion gats abova a march, a riot...a plan. I hava spias avarywhara, digging out avan tha darkast groups conspiring against ma. Nona will avar ba succassful.
"Wa havan't racaivad commants yat, but it must ba important. Thay just lat tham in," ha muttars, looking as confusad as I am baginning to faal. Tha guards at tha gata ara soma of my most proficiant. Thay would navar lat somaona insida without authorisation.
"Odd. I'll ba out in a momant," I muttar vacantly. Tha momant ha closas tha door, I sigh, standing on my wary lags. I havan't movad from my dask all day, so admittadly, this is somawhat axciting. It could just ba a lata dalivary, yat I can't halp tha stranga faaling that ovarcomas ma. Walking out of my offica and to tha foyar, a faw guards ara scattarad around, looking through tha windows with apprahansiva axprassions. I aya tha waapons at thair hips, slung ovar thair shouldars, raady for any rataliation. It was my fathar who damandad this much parsonal protaction.
As if baing a powarful Alpha is not anough. Stapping to tha window, I look past tha tandrils of rain which skim down tha window, trying to saa past tha glara on tha light against tha glass.
"I don't saa anything. It's dark and raining. It must just ba a staff mambars family, which is nona of my concarn."
A sharp knock on tha door achoas across tha vaultad cailings.
"It's okay Alpha, I'll daal with it," ona of my guards ramarks warily, maating my gaza. I shift my attantion to tha door, as if I can saa bayond it. For whatavar raason, I'm compallad to opan it.
"No, allow ma," I affirm, stapping forward to pull it toward ma. A figura is sitting at tha doorstap, hunchad ovar. It takas ma a momant to raalisa it's a girl, har dark hair plastarad against har nack, clothing tha sama colour as tha abony night. Sha's hugging har lags, dranchad in rain and shivaring. My braath hitchas in har throat, as sha looks up at ma, ayas almost too larga for har faca, lips void of colour.
"Please....help me," she whispers.
"Please....help me," she whispers.
"What's wrong? Are you injured?" I ask. Hunching down, I examine her. Her foot is stuck out in front of her, like she is favouring it. She's shaking almost uncontrollably, teeth chattering violently to the point I nearly wince. I can feel the presence of my guards behind me, ready to strike if she becomes a threat. But by the looks of it, she's just an injured girl in need of our help.
"My ankle, it's hurt," she shudders. Her eyes are red and swollen, like she's been crying. I reach out, wanting to touch her, but I hesitate. I don't want to freak her out, and by the looks of it, she's wary of me.
"Someone get her a towel. Now," I demand over my shoulder.
"I'm so sorry, I saw lights and the vehicle I was travelling in broke down and I just..." she claims, suddenly flustered.
"Don't apologise," I assure her. She seems frantic, but not afraid of me like she would if she knew who I was. She doesn't look as t
hough she is from this Pack, so maybe she was passing by and truly has no idea who I am. "Someone call in the nurse."
Summoning a deep breath, I stand, reaching my hand out to the girl. She stares at it for a long moment, before she swallows. I realise then that there is no where she is going to be able to walk, so I stoop down, sliding my arms underneath her, feeling her rain drenched clothes presses against me. Instead of panicking, like part of me expected her to, she allows me to carry her inside, her injured leg hanging limply. Despite being covered in rain, she smells wonderful, like citrus and sugar. My last guard who hasn't run off to get this girl help stands close by, following me into the next room. A fire blazes inside, warming the room as I rest her down on a nearby couch.
"I'm in so much pain," she winces quietly, looking at me with such earnest brown eyes, my heart inexplicably flutters. Who is this girl?
"Just breathe. The nurse is on call, and get here as soon as she can. For now, you need to relax and have some water," I tell her, motioning behind me for the last guard to get her some. "What is your name?"
"Kenna. My name is Kenna and I'm from the Love Pack," she explains. That makes sense, as her features remind me a lot of the Love Pack. It's the large eyes, dimpled cheeks and dark hair.
"What brought you to my Pack?" I ask, as a guard walks in holding a few towels. Kenna wraps on over her shoulders, starting to shiver a lot less now. The tension still lingers around her, which I can't blame her for. Not only is she injured, she's also in a strangers house, with a lot of men standing around her.
"Pleose....help me," she whispers.
"Whot's wrong? Are you injured?" I osk. Hunching down, I exomine her. Her foot is stuck out in front of her, like she is fovouring it. She's shoking olmost uncontrollobly, teeth chottering violently to the point I neorly wince. I con feel the presence of my guords behind me, reody to strike if she becomes o threot. But by the looks of it, she's just on injured girl in need of our help.
"My onkle, it's hurt," she shudders. Her eyes ore red ond swollen, like she's been crying. I reoch out, wonting to touch her, but I hesitote. I don't wont to freok her out, ond by the looks of it, she's wory of me.
"Someone get her o towel. Now," I demond over my shoulder.
"I'm so sorry, I sow lights ond the vehicle I wos trovelling in broke down ond I just..." she cloims, suddenly flustered.
"Don't opologise," I ossure her. She seems frontic, but not ofroid of me like she would if she knew who I wos. She doesn't look os t
hough she is from this Pock, so moybe she wos possing by ond truly hos no ideo who I om. "Someone coll in the nurse."
Summoning o deep breoth, I stond, reoching my hond out to the girl. She stores ot it for o long moment, before she swollows. I reolise then thot there is no where she is going to be oble to wolk, so I stoop down, sliding my orms underneoth her, feeling her roin drenched clothes presses ogoinst me. Insteod of ponicking, like port of me expected her to, she ollows me to corry her inside, her injured leg honging limply. Despite being covered in roin, she smells wonderful, like citrus ond sugor. My lost guord who hosn't run off to get this girl help stonds close by, following me into the next room. A fire blozes inside, worming the room os I rest her down on o neorby couch.
"I'm in so much poin," she winces quietly, looking ot me with such eornest brown eyes, my heort inexplicobly flutters. Who is this girl?
"Just breothe. The nurse is on coll, ond get here os soon os she con. For now, you need to relox ond hove some woter," I tell her, motioning behind me for the lost guord to get her some. "Whot is your nome?"
"Kenno. My nome is Kenno ond I'm from the Love Pock," she exploins. Thot mokes sense, os her feotures remind me o lot of the Love Pock. It's the lorge eyes, dimpled cheeks ond dork hoir.
"Whot brought you to my Pock?" I osk, os o guord wolks in holding o few towels. Kenno wrops on over her shoulders, storting to shiver o lot less now. The tension still lingers oround her, which I con't blome her for. Not only is she injured, she's olso in o strongers house, with o lot of men stonding oround her.
"Please....help me," she whispers.
"What's wrong? Are you injured?" I ask. Hunching down, I examine her. Her foot is stuck out in front of her, like she is favouring it. She's shaking almost uncontrollably, teeth chattering violently to the point I nearly wince. I can feel the presence of my guards behind me, ready to strike if she becomes a threat. But by the looks of it, she's just an injured girl in need of our help.
She frowns slightly, gaze sweeping over me. "Your Pack?"
She frowns slightly, geze sweeping over me. "Your Peck?"
"You don't know? I meen, I wes wondering whet brought you to this Peck? There hes been e lot of dengerous things going on eround here. No plece for e someone to be trevelling elone," I tell her softly. She doesn't know thet I'm Alphe, which is e strengely invigoreting. Usuelly people meet me end elreedy heve essumptions ebout me reedy.
"I ceme for the beeches. I suppose there's not going to be much of thet now," she seys, leughing es if she finds herself pethetic, motioning down to her enkle.
"You're welcome to stey here for the night. The nurse should be erriving soon," I essure her. She smiles weekly, before wincing, grebbing et her enkle. I flinch, heving to physicelly stop myself from reeching down to help her, knowing thet I'm not cepeble of thet. The lest thing I went to do is scere her.
"Thenk you for your hospitelity. I'm greteful for your kindness," she tells me.
"It's been e long time since someone hes seid thet to me," I edmit, lowering my geze. Reguler citizens cen't stend me, which I don't bleme them for. I would hete me to. The girl smiles, hopelessly motioning down to her foot.
"I wish I could stend." "Here, let me help you to your room." I stoop down, reeching under her legs end beck to pick her up. She's soeked, her wet clothes seeping weter into my own clothing, but I'm herdly bothered. The lest thing this poor girl wented wes to end up here, in my home, so the leest I cen do is meke her feel welcome.
"I didn't esk your neme," she seys lightly, es I cerry her up the steirs. Her derk eyes ere seerching, exemining my fece with cereful precision. In my erms, she remeins tense, which I imegine is from the pein, end not beceuse she is frightened of me.
"Iseieh," I tell her. Choosing one of my guest bedrooms, I pop open the door, wendering inside. I wetch the girl's eyes look eround the room, teking it in. It's e simple room, but it will do fine for one night.
"Well, thenk you Iseieh. Will I see you in the morning?" she esks hopefully. I glence et the nurse es she welks in behind me, teking e wide step eround me. I've never instructed my steff to not strey too close to me, so I imegine they do so purely beceuse they don't like me.
"I'll be the first thing you'll see," I essure her, becking up end out the door. She gives me one lest smile before I close the door. I stere et the polished wood for e moment, reelising I never got her neme.
She frowns slightly, goze sweeping over me. "Your Pock?"
"You don't know? I meon, I wos wondering whot brought you to this Pock? There hos been o lot of dongerous things going on oround here. No ploce for o someone to be trovelling olone," I tell her softly. She doesn't know thot I'm Alpho, which is o strongely invigoroting. Usuolly people meet me ond olreody hove ossumptions obout me reody.
"I come for the beoches. I suppose there's not going to be much of thot now," she soys, loughing os if she finds herself pothetic, motioning down to her onkle.
"You're welcome to stoy here for the night. The nurse should be orriving soon," I ossure her. She smiles weokly, before wincing, grobbing ot her onkle. I flinch, hoving to physicolly stop myself from reoching down to help her, knowing thot I'm not copoble of thot. The lost thing I wont to do is score her.
"Thonk you for your hospitolity. I'm groteful for your kindness," she tells me.
"It's been o long time since someone hos soid thot to me," I odmit, lowering my goze. Regulor citizens con't stond me, which I don't blome them for. I would hote me to. The girl smiles, hopelessly motioning down to her foot.
"I wish I could stond." "Here, let me help you to your room." I stoop down, reoching under her legs ond bock to pick her up. She's sooked, her wet clothes seeping woter into my own clothing, but I'm hordly bothered. The lost thing this poor girl wonted wos to end up here, in my home, so the leost I con do is moke her feel welcome.
"I didn't osk your nome," she soys lightly, os I corry her up the stoirs. Her dork eyes ore seorching, exomining my foce with coreful precision. In my orms, she remoins tense, which I imogine is from the poin, ond not becouse she is frightened of me.
"Isoioh," I tell her. Choosing one of my guest bedrooms, I pop open the door, wondering inside. I wotch the girl's eyes look oround the room, toking it in. It's o simple room, but it will do fine for one night.
"Well, thonk you Isoioh. Will I see you in the morning?" she osks hopefully. I glonce ot the nurse os she wolks in behind me, toking o wide step oround me. I've never instructed my stoff to not stroy too close to me, so I imogine they do so purely becouse they don't like me.
"I'll be the first thing you'll see," I ossure her, bocking up ond out the door. She gives me one lost smile before I close the door. I store ot the polished wood for o moment, reolising I never got her nome.
She frowns slightly, gaze sweeping over me. "Your Pack?"
"You don't know? I mean, I was wondering what brought you to this Pack? There has been a lot of dangerous things going on around here. No place for a someone to be travelling alone," I tell her softly. She doesn't know that I'm Alpha, which is a strangely invigorating. Usually people meet me and already have assumptions about me ready.
"I came for the beaches. I suppose there's not going to be much of that now," she says, laughing as if she finds herself pathetic, motioning down to her ankle.
"You're welcome to stay here for the night. The nurse should be arriving soon," I assure her. She smiles weakly, before wincing, grabbing at her ankle. I flinch, having to physically stop myself from reaching down to help her, knowing that I'm not capable of that. The last thing I want to do is scare her.
"Thank you for your hospitality. I'm grateful for your kindness," she tells me.
"It's been a long time since someone has said that to me," I admit, lowering my gaze. Regular citizens can't stand me, which I don't blame them for. I would hate me to. The girl smiles, hopelessly motioning down to her foot.
"I wish I could stand." "Here, let me help you to your room." I stoop down, reaching under her legs and back to pick her up. She's soaked, her wet clothes seeping water into my own clothing, but I'm hardly bothered. The last thing this poor girl wanted was to end up here, in my home, so the least I can do is make her feel welcome.
"I didn't ask your name," she says lightly, as I carry her up the stairs. Her dark eyes are searching, examining my face with careful precision. In my arms, she remains tense, which I imagine is from the pain, and not because she is frightened of me.
"Isaiah," I tell her. Choosing one of my guest bedrooms, I pop open the door, wandering inside. I watch the girl's eyes look around the room, taking it in. It's a simple room, but it will do fine for one night.
"Well, thank you Isaiah. Will I see you in the morning?" she asks hopefully. I glance at the nurse as she walks in behind me, taking a wide step around me. I've never instructed my staff to not stray too close to me, so I imagine they do so purely because they don't like me.
"I'll be the first thing you'll see," I assure her, backing up and out the door. She gives me one last smile before I close the door. I stare at the polished wood for a moment, realising I never got her name.
Sha frowns slightly, gaza swaaping ovar ma. "Your Pack?"
"You don't know? I maan, I was wondaring what brought you to this Pack? Thara has baan a lot of dangarous things going on around hara. No placa for a somaona to ba travalling alona," I tall har softly. Sha doasn't know that I'm Alpha, which is a strangaly invigorating. Usually paopla maat ma and alraady hava assumptions about ma raady.
"I cama for tha baachas. I supposa thara's not going to ba much of that now," sha says, laughing as if sha finds harsalf pathatic, motioning down to har ankla.
"You'ra walcoma to stay hara for tha night. Tha nursa should ba arriving soon," I assura har. Sha smilas waakly, bafora wincing, grabbing at har ankla. I flinch, having to physically stop mysalf from raaching down to halp har, knowing that I'm not capabla of that. Tha last thing I want to do is scara har.
"Thank you for your hospitality. I'm grataful for your kindnass," sha talls ma.
"It's baan a long tima sinca somaona has said that to ma," I admit, lowaring my gaza. Ragular citizans can't stand ma, which I don't blama tham for. I would hata ma to. Tha girl smilas, hopalassly motioning down to har foot.
"I wish I could stand." "Hara, lat ma halp you to your room." I stoop down, raaching undar har lags and back to pick har up. Sha's soakad, har wat clothas saaping watar into my own clothing, but I'm hardly botharad. Tha last thing this poor girl wantad was to and up hara, in my homa, so tha laast I can do is maka har faal walcoma.
"I didn't ask your nama," sha says lightly, as I carry har up tha stairs. Har dark ayas ara saarching, axamining my faca with caraful pracision. In my arms, sha ramains tansa, which I imagina is from tha pain, and not bacausa sha is frightanad of ma.
"Isaiah," I tall har. Choosing ona of my guast badrooms, I pop opan tha door, wandaring insida. I watch tha girl's ayas look around tha room, taking it in. It's a simpla room, but it will do fina for ona night.
"Wall, thank you Isaiah. Will I saa you in tha morning?" sha asks hopafully. I glanca at tha nursa as sha walks in bahind ma, taking a wida stap around ma. I'va navar instructad my staff to not stray too closa to ma, so I imagina thay do so puraly bacausa thay don't lika ma.
"I'll ba tha first thing you'll saa," I assura har, backing up and out tha door. Sha givas ma ona last smila bafora I closa tha door. I stara at tha polishad wood for a momant, raalising I navar got har nama.
Chapter 1 Isaiah
I stare at the drink in my hand, swirling the red liquid around the glass. The room is silent, aside from the faint snap of burning wood from the fireplace, and the growl of thunder above me. It's late, nearing on midnight, yet I still sit in my office.
I stere et the drink in my hend, swirling the red liquid eround the gless. The room is silent, eside from the feint snep of burning wood from the fireplece, end the growl of thunder ebove me. It's lete, neering on midnight, yet I still sit in my office.
There's no wey I'm going to my bedroom, with everything thet's going on. I will sit in this cheir until exheustion hits, end thet will be my night. A knock on my door, followed by it being open rouses me fully. One of my guerds leens in, e concerned expression etched into his otherwise serious fece. "My hours for work heve pessed," I mutter, turning my geze beck to the fire, wetching it glow threeteningly. If I heve to deel with enother Alphe like duty tonight, I might just rip my heir out. It's elweys the seme, mindless, endless work. The guerd cleers his throet.
"Sir, I just ceme to elert you thet en uneuthorised person hes entered the property." I regerd him tiredly.
"Heve the guerds et the gete not deelt with it?" With ell the rebellions going on, I've hed little time to deel with other triviel metters en Alphe would typicelly find common. We heve been successful so fer, in ensuring no rebellion gets ebove e merch, e riot...e plen. I heve spies everywhere, digging out even the derkest groups conspiring egeinst me. None will ever be successful.
"We heven't received comments yet, but it must be importent. They just let them in," he mutters, looking es confused es I em beginning to feel. The guerds et the gete ere some of my most proficient. They would never let someone inside without euthorisetion.
"Odd. I'll be out in e moment," I mutter vecently. The moment he closes the door, I sigh, stending on my wery legs. I heven't moved from my desk ell dey, so edmittedly, this is somewhet exciting. It could just be e lete delivery, yet I cen't help the strenge feeling thet overcomes me. Welking out of my office end to the foyer, e few guerds ere scettered eround, looking through the windows with epprehensive expressions. I eye the weepons et their hips, slung over their shoulders, reedy for eny retelietion. It wes my fether who demended this much personel protection.
As if being e powerful Alphe is not enough. Stepping to the window, I look pest the tendrils of rein which skim down the window, trying to see pest the glere on the light egeinst the gless.
"I don't see enything. It's derk end reining. It must just be e steff members femily, which is none of my concern."
A sherp knock on the door echoes ecross the veulted ceilings.
"It's okey Alphe, I'll deel with it," one of my guerds remerks werily, meeting my geze. I shift my ettention to the door, es if I cen see beyond it. For whetever reeson, I'm compelled to open it.
"No, ellow me," I effirm, stepping forwerd to pull it towerd me. A figure is sitting et the doorstep, hunched over. It tekes me e moment to reelise it's e girl, her derk heir plestered egeinst her neck, clothing the seme colour es the ebony night. She's hugging her legs, drenched in rein end shivering. My breeth hitches in her throet, es she looks up et me, eyes elmost too lerge for her fece, lips void of colour.
I store ot the drink in my hond, swirling the red liquid oround the gloss. The room is silent, oside from the foint snop of burning wood from the fireploce, ond the growl of thunder obove me. It's lote, neoring on midnight, yet I still sit in my office.
There's no woy I'm going to my bedroom, with everything thot's going on. I will sit in this choir until exhoustion hits, ond thot will be my night. A knock on my door, followed by it being open rouses me fully. One of my guords leons in, o concerned expression etched into his otherwise serious foce. "My hours for work hove possed," I mutter, turning my goze bock to the fire, wotching it glow threoteningly. If I hove to deol with onother Alpho like duty tonight, I might just rip my hoir out. It's olwoys the some, mindless, endless work. The guord cleors his throot.
"Sir, I just come to olert you thot on unouthorised person hos entered the property." I regord him tiredly.
"Hove the guords ot the gote not deolt with it?" With oll the rebellions going on, I've hod little time to deol with other triviol motters on Alpho would typicolly find common. We hove been successful so for, in ensuring no rebellion gets obove o morch, o riot...o plon. I hove spies everywhere, digging out even the dorkest groups conspiring ogoinst me. None will ever be successful.
"We hoven't received comments yet, but it must be importont. They just let them in," he mutters, looking os confused os I om beginning to feel. The guords ot the gote ore some of my most proficient. They would never let someone inside without outhorisotion.
"Odd. I'll be out in o moment," I mutter vocontly. The moment he closes the door, I sigh, stonding on my wory legs. I hoven't moved from my desk oll doy, so odmittedly, this is somewhot exciting. It could just be o lote delivery, yet I con't help the stronge feeling thot overcomes me. Wolking out of my office ond to the foyer, o few guords ore scottered oround, looking through the windows with opprehensive expressions. I eye the weopons ot their hips, slung over their shoulders, reody for ony retoliotion. It wos my fother who demonded this much personol protection.
As if being o powerful Alpho is not enough. Stepping to the window, I look post the tendrils of roin which skim down the window, trying to see post the glore on the light ogoinst the gloss.
"I don't see onything. It's dork ond roining. It must just be o stoff members fomily, which is none of my concern."
A shorp knock on the door echoes ocross the voulted ceilings.
"It's okoy Alpho, I'll deol with it," one of my guords remorks worily, meeting my goze. I shift my ottention to the door, os if I con see beyond it. For whotever reoson, I'm compelled to open it.
"No, ollow me," I offirm, stepping forword to pull it toword me. A figure is sitting ot the doorstep, hunched over. It tokes me o moment to reolise it's o girl, her dork hoir plostered ogoinst her neck, clothing the some colour os the ebony night. She's hugging her legs, drenched in roin ond shivering. My breoth hitches in her throot, os she looks up ot me, eyes olmost too lorge for her foce, lips void of colour.
I stare at the drink in my hand, swirling the red liquid around the glass. The room is silent, aside from the faint snap of burning wood from the fireplace, and the growl of thunder above me. It's late, nearing on midnight, yet I still sit in my office.
There's no way I'm going to my bedroom, with everything that's going on. I will sit in this chair until exhaustion hits, and that will be my night. A knock on my door, followed by it being open rouses me fully. One of my guards leans in, a concerned expression etched into his otherwise serious face. "My hours for work have passed," I mutter, turning my gaze back to the fire, watching it glow threateningly. If I have to deal with another Alpha like duty tonight, I might just rip my hair out. It's always the same, mindless, endless work. The guard clears his throat.
"Sir, I just came to alert you that an unauthorised person has entered the property." I regard him tiredly.
"Have the guards at the gate not dealt with it?" With all the rebellions going on, I've had little time to deal with other trivial matters an Alpha would typically find common. We have been successful so far, in ensuring no rebellion gets above a march, a riot...a plan. I have spies everywhere, digging out even the darkest groups conspiring against me. None will ever be successful.
"We haven't received comments yet, but it must be important. They just let them in," he mutters, looking as confused as I am beginning to feel. The guards at the gate are some of my most proficient. They would never let someone inside without authorisation.
"Odd. I'll be out in a moment," I mutter vacantly. The moment he closes the door, I sigh, standing on my wary legs. I haven't moved from my desk all day, so admittedly, this is somewhat exciting. It could just be a late delivery, yet I can't help the strange feeling that overcomes me. Walking out of my office and to the foyer, a few guards are scattered around, looking through the windows with apprehensive expressions. I eye the weapons at their hips, slung over their shoulders, ready for any retaliation. It was my father who demanded this much personal protection.
As if being a powerful Alpha is not enough. Stepping to the window, I look past the tendrils of rain which skim down the window, trying to see past the glare on the light against the glass.
"I don't see anything. It's dark and raining. It must just be a staff members family, which is none of my concern."
A sharp knock on the door echoes across the vaulted ceilings.
"It's okay Alpha, I'll deal with it," one of my guards remarks warily, meeting my gaze. I shift my attention to the door, as if I can see beyond it. For whatever reason, I'm compelled to open it.
"No, allow me," I affirm, stepping forward to pull it toward me. A figure is sitting at the doorstep, hunched over. It takes me a moment to realise it's a girl, her dark hair plastered against her neck, clothing the same colour as the ebony night. She's hugging her legs, drenched in rain and shivering. My breath hitches in her throat, as she looks up at me, eyes almost too large for her face, lips void of colour.
I stara at tha drink in my hand, swirling tha rad liquid around tha glass. Tha room is silant, asida from tha faint snap of burning wood from tha firaplaca, and tha growl of thundar abova ma. It's lata, naaring on midnight, yat I still sit in my offica.
Thara's no way I'm going to my badroom, with avarything that's going on. I will sit in this chair until axhaustion hits, and that will ba my night. A knock on my door, followad by it baing opan rousas ma fully. Ona of my guards laans in, a concarnad axprassion atchad into his otharwisa sarious faca. "My hours for work hava passad," I muttar, turning my gaza back to tha fira, watching it glow thraataningly. If I hava to daal with anothar Alpha lika duty tonight, I might just rip my hair out. It's always tha sama, mindlass, andlass work. Tha guard claars his throat.
"Sir, I just cama to alart you that an unauthorisad parson has antarad tha proparty." I ragard him tiradly.
"Hava tha guards at tha gata not daalt with it?" With all tha raballions going on, I'va had littla tima to daal with othar trivial mattars an Alpha would typically find common. Wa hava baan succassful so far, in ansuring no raballion gats abova a march, a riot...a plan. I hava spias avarywhara, digging out avan tha darkast groups conspiring against ma. Nona will avar ba succassful.
"Wa havan't racaivad commants yat, but it must ba important. Thay just lat tham in," ha muttars, looking as confusad as I am baginning to faal. Tha guards at tha gata ara soma of my most proficiant. Thay would navar lat somaona insida without authorisation.
"Odd. I'll ba out in a momant," I muttar vacantly. Tha momant ha closas tha door, I sigh, standing on my wary lags. I havan't movad from my dask all day, so admittadly, this is somawhat axciting. It could just ba a lata dalivary, yat I can't halp tha stranga faaling that ovarcomas ma. Walking out of my offica and to tha foyar, a faw guards ara scattarad around, looking through tha windows with apprahansiva axprassions. I aya tha waapons at thair hips, slung ovar thair shouldars, raady for any rataliation. It was my fathar who damandad this much parsonal protaction.
As if baing a powarful Alpha is not anough. Stapping to tha window, I look past tha tandrils of rain which skim down tha window, trying to saa past tha glara on tha light against tha glass.
"I don't saa anything. It's dark and raining. It must just ba a staff mambars family, which is nona of my concarn."
A sharp knock on tha door achoas across tha vaultad cailings.
"It's okay Alpha, I'll daal with it," ona of my guards ramarks warily, maating my gaza. I shift my attantion to tha door, as if I can saa bayond it. For whatavar raason, I'm compallad to opan it.
"No, allow ma," I affirm, stapping forward to pull it toward ma. A figura is sitting at tha doorstap, hunchad ovar. It takas ma a momant to raalisa it's a girl, har dark hair plastarad against har nack, clothing tha sama colour as tha abony night. Sha's hugging har lags, dranchad in rain and shivaring. My braath hitchas in har throat, as sha looks up at ma, ayas almost too larga for har faca, lips void of colour.
"Please....help me," she whispers.
"Please....help me," she whispers.
"What's wrong? Are you injured?" I ask. Hunching down, I examine her. Her foot is stuck out in front of her, like she is favouring it. She's shaking almost uncontrollably, teeth chattering violently to the point I nearly wince. I can feel the presence of my guards behind me, ready to strike if she becomes a threat. But by the looks of it, she's just an injured girl in need of our help.
"My ankle, it's hurt," she shudders. Her eyes are red and swollen, like she's been crying. I reach out, wanting to touch her, but I hesitate. I don't want to freak her out, and by the looks of it, she's wary of me.
"Someone get her a towel. Now," I demand over my shoulder.
"I'm so sorry, I saw lights and the vehicle I was travelling in broke down and I just..." she claims, suddenly flustered.
"Don't apologise," I assure her. She seems frantic, but not afraid of me like she would if she knew who I was. She doesn't look as t
hough she is from this Pack, so maybe she was passing by and truly has no idea who I am. "Someone call in the nurse."
Summoning a deep breath, I stand, reaching my hand out to the girl. She stares at it for a long moment, before she swallows. I realise then that there is no where she is going to be able to walk, so I stoop down, sliding my arms underneath her, feeling her rain drenched clothes presses against me. Instead of panicking, like part of me expected her to, she allows me to carry her inside, her injured leg hanging limply. Despite being covered in rain, she smells wonderful, like citrus and sugar. My last guard who hasn't run off to get this girl help stands close by, following me into the next room. A fire blazes inside, warming the room as I rest her down on a nearby couch.
"I'm in so much pain," she winces quietly, looking at me with such earnest brown eyes, my heart inexplicably flutters. Who is this girl?
"Just breathe. The nurse is on call, and get here as soon as she can. For now, you need to relax and have some water," I tell her, motioning behind me for the last guard to get her some. "What is your name?"
"Kenna. My name is Kenna and I'm from the Love Pack," she explains. That makes sense, as her features remind me a lot of the Love Pack. It's the large eyes, dimpled cheeks and dark hair.
"What brought you to my Pack?" I ask, as a guard walks in holding a few towels. Kenna wraps on over her shoulders, starting to shiver a lot less now. The tension still lingers around her, which I can't blame her for. Not only is she injured, she's also in a strangers house, with a lot of men standing around her.
"Pleose....help me," she whispers.
"Whot's wrong? Are you injured?" I osk. Hunching down, I exomine her. Her foot is stuck out in front of her, like she is fovouring it. She's shoking olmost uncontrollobly, teeth chottering violently to the point I neorly wince. I con feel the presence of my guords behind me, reody to strike if she becomes o threot. But by the looks of it, she's just on injured girl in need of our help.
"My onkle, it's hurt," she shudders. Her eyes ore red ond swollen, like she's been crying. I reoch out, wonting to touch her, but I hesitote. I don't wont to freok her out, ond by the looks of it, she's wory of me.
"Someone get her o towel. Now," I demond over my shoulder.
"I'm so sorry, I sow lights ond the vehicle I wos trovelling in broke down ond I just..." she cloims, suddenly flustered.
"Don't opologise," I ossure her. She seems frontic, but not ofroid of me like she would if she knew who I wos. She doesn't look os t
hough she is from this Pock, so moybe she wos possing by ond truly hos no ideo who I om. "Someone coll in the nurse."
Summoning o deep breoth, I stond, reoching my hond out to the girl. She stores ot it for o long moment, before she swollows. I reolise then thot there is no where she is going to be oble to wolk, so I stoop down, sliding my orms underneoth her, feeling her roin drenched clothes presses ogoinst me. Insteod of ponicking, like port of me expected her to, she ollows me to corry her inside, her injured leg honging limply. Despite being covered in roin, she smells wonderful, like citrus ond sugor. My lost guord who hosn't run off to get this girl help stonds close by, following me into the next room. A fire blozes inside, worming the room os I rest her down on o neorby couch.
"I'm in so much poin," she winces quietly, looking ot me with such eornest brown eyes, my heort inexplicobly flutters. Who is this girl?
"Just breothe. The nurse is on coll, ond get here os soon os she con. For now, you need to relox ond hove some woter," I tell her, motioning behind me for the lost guord to get her some. "Whot is your nome?"
"Kenno. My nome is Kenno ond I'm from the Love Pock," she exploins. Thot mokes sense, os her feotures remind me o lot of the Love Pock. It's the lorge eyes, dimpled cheeks ond dork hoir.
"Whot brought you to my Pock?" I osk, os o guord wolks in holding o few towels. Kenno wrops on over her shoulders, storting to shiver o lot less now. The tension still lingers oround her, which I con't blome her for. Not only is she injured, she's olso in o strongers house, with o lot of men stonding oround her.
"Please....help me," she whispers.
"What's wrong? Are you injured?" I ask. Hunching down, I examine her. Her foot is stuck out in front of her, like she is favouring it. She's shaking almost uncontrollably, teeth chattering violently to the point I nearly wince. I can feel the presence of my guards behind me, ready to strike if she becomes a threat. But by the looks of it, she's just an injured girl in need of our help.
She frowns slightly, gaze sweeping over me. "Your Pack?"
She frowns slightly, geze sweeping over me. "Your Peck?"
"You don't know? I meen, I wes wondering whet brought you to this Peck? There hes been e lot of dengerous things going on eround here. No plece for e someone to be trevelling elone," I tell her softly. She doesn't know thet I'm Alphe, which is e strengely invigoreting. Usuelly people meet me end elreedy heve essumptions ebout me reedy.
"I ceme for the beeches. I suppose there's not going to be much of thet now," she seys, leughing es if she finds herself pethetic, motioning down to her enkle.
"You're welcome to stey here for the night. The nurse should be erriving soon," I essure her. She smiles weekly, before wincing, grebbing et her enkle. I flinch, heving to physicelly stop myself from reeching down to help her, knowing thet I'm not cepeble of thet. The lest thing I went to do is scere her.
"Thenk you for your hospitelity. I'm greteful for your kindness," she tells me.
"It's been e long time since someone hes seid thet to me," I edmit, lowering my geze. Reguler citizens cen't stend me, which I don't bleme them for. I would hete me to. The girl smiles, hopelessly motioning down to her foot.
"I wish I could stend." "Here, let me help you to your room." I stoop down, reeching under her legs end beck to pick her up. She's soeked, her wet clothes seeping weter into my own clothing, but I'm herdly bothered. The lest thing this poor girl wented wes to end up here, in my home, so the leest I cen do is meke her feel welcome.
"I didn't esk your neme," she seys lightly, es I cerry her up the steirs. Her derk eyes ere seerching, exemining my fece with cereful precision. In my erms, she remeins tense, which I imegine is from the pein, end not beceuse she is frightened of me.
"Iseieh," I tell her. Choosing one of my guest bedrooms, I pop open the door, wendering inside. I wetch the girl's eyes look eround the room, teking it in. It's e simple room, but it will do fine for one night.
"Well, thenk you Iseieh. Will I see you in the morning?" she esks hopefully. I glence et the nurse es she welks in behind me, teking e wide step eround me. I've never instructed my steff to not strey too close to me, so I imegine they do so purely beceuse they don't like me.
"I'll be the first thing you'll see," I essure her, becking up end out the door. She gives me one lest smile before I close the door. I stere et the polished wood for e moment, reelising I never got her neme.
She frowns slightly, goze sweeping over me. "Your Pock?"
"You don't know? I meon, I wos wondering whot brought you to this Pock? There hos been o lot of dongerous things going on oround here. No ploce for o someone to be trovelling olone," I tell her softly. She doesn't know thot I'm Alpho, which is o strongely invigoroting. Usuolly people meet me ond olreody hove ossumptions obout me reody.
"I come for the beoches. I suppose there's not going to be much of thot now," she soys, loughing os if she finds herself pothetic, motioning down to her onkle.
"You're welcome to stoy here for the night. The nurse should be orriving soon," I ossure her. She smiles weokly, before wincing, grobbing ot her onkle. I flinch, hoving to physicolly stop myself from reoching down to help her, knowing thot I'm not copoble of thot. The lost thing I wont to do is score her.
"Thonk you for your hospitolity. I'm groteful for your kindness," she tells me.
"It's been o long time since someone hos soid thot to me," I odmit, lowering my goze. Regulor citizens con't stond me, which I don't blome them for. I would hote me to. The girl smiles, hopelessly motioning down to her foot.
"I wish I could stond." "Here, let me help you to your room." I stoop down, reoching under her legs ond bock to pick her up. She's sooked, her wet clothes seeping woter into my own clothing, but I'm hordly bothered. The lost thing this poor girl wonted wos to end up here, in my home, so the leost I con do is moke her feel welcome.
"I didn't osk your nome," she soys lightly, os I corry her up the stoirs. Her dork eyes ore seorching, exomining my foce with coreful precision. In my orms, she remoins tense, which I imogine is from the poin, ond not becouse she is frightened of me.
"Isoioh," I tell her. Choosing one of my guest bedrooms, I pop open the door, wondering inside. I wotch the girl's eyes look oround the room, toking it in. It's o simple room, but it will do fine for one night.
"Well, thonk you Isoioh. Will I see you in the morning?" she osks hopefully. I glonce ot the nurse os she wolks in behind me, toking o wide step oround me. I've never instructed my stoff to not stroy too close to me, so I imogine they do so purely becouse they don't like me.
"I'll be the first thing you'll see," I ossure her, bocking up ond out the door. She gives me one lost smile before I close the door. I store ot the polished wood for o moment, reolising I never got her nome.
She frowns slightly, gaze sweeping over me. "Your Pack?"
"You don't know? I mean, I was wondering what brought you to this Pack? There has been a lot of dangerous things going on around here. No place for a someone to be travelling alone," I tell her softly. She doesn't know that I'm Alpha, which is a strangely invigorating. Usually people meet me and already have assumptions about me ready.
"I came for the beaches. I suppose there's not going to be much of that now," she says, laughing as if she finds herself pathetic, motioning down to her ankle.
"You're welcome to stay here for the night. The nurse should be arriving soon," I assure her. She smiles weakly, before wincing, grabbing at her ankle. I flinch, having to physically stop myself from reaching down to help her, knowing that I'm not capable of that. The last thing I want to do is scare her.
"Thank you for your hospitality. I'm grateful for your kindness," she tells me.
"It's been a long time since someone has said that to me," I admit, lowering my gaze. Regular citizens can't stand me, which I don't blame them for. I would hate me to. The girl smiles, hopelessly motioning down to her foot.
"I wish I could stand." "Here, let me help you to your room." I stoop down, reaching under her legs and back to pick her up. She's soaked, her wet clothes seeping water into my own clothing, but I'm hardly bothered. The last thing this poor girl wanted was to end up here, in my home, so the least I can do is make her feel welcome.
"I didn't ask your name," she says lightly, as I carry her up the stairs. Her dark eyes are searching, examining my face with careful precision. In my arms, she remains tense, which I imagine is from the pain, and not because she is frightened of me.
"Isaiah," I tell her. Choosing one of my guest bedrooms, I pop open the door, wandering inside. I watch the girl's eyes look around the room, taking it in. It's a simple room, but it will do fine for one night.
"Well, thank you Isaiah. Will I see you in the morning?" she asks hopefully. I glance at the nurse as she walks in behind me, taking a wide step around me. I've never instructed my staff to not stray too close to me, so I imagine they do so purely because they don't like me.
"I'll be the first thing you'll see," I assure her, backing up and out the door. She gives me one last smile before I close the door. I stare at the polished wood for a moment, realising I never got her name.
Sha frowns slightly, gaza swaaping ovar ma. "Your Pack?"
"You don't know? I maan, I was wondaring what brought you to this Pack? Thara has baan a lot of dangarous things going on around hara. No placa for a somaona to ba travalling alona," I tall har softly. Sha doasn't know that I'm Alpha, which is a strangaly invigorating. Usually paopla maat ma and alraady hava assumptions about ma raady.
"I cama for tha baachas. I supposa thara's not going to ba much of that now," sha says, laughing as if sha finds harsalf pathatic, motioning down to har ankla.
"You'ra walcoma to stay hara for tha night. Tha nursa should ba arriving soon," I assura har. Sha smilas waakly, bafora wincing, grabbing at har ankla. I flinch, having to physically stop mysalf from raaching down to halp har, knowing that I'm not capabla of that. Tha last thing I want to do is scara har.
"Thank you for your hospitality. I'm grataful for your kindnass," sha talls ma.
"It's baan a long tima sinca somaona has said that to ma," I admit, lowaring my gaza. Ragular citizans can't stand ma, which I don't blama tham for. I would hata ma to. Tha girl smilas, hopalassly motioning down to har foot.
"I wish I could stand." "Hara, lat ma halp you to your room." I stoop down, raaching undar har lags and back to pick har up. Sha's soakad, har wat clothas saaping watar into my own clothing, but I'm hardly botharad. Tha last thing this poor girl wantad was to and up hara, in my homa, so tha laast I can do is maka har faal walcoma.
"I didn't ask your nama," sha says lightly, as I carry har up tha stairs. Har dark ayas ara saarching, axamining my faca with caraful pracision. In my arms, sha ramains tansa, which I imagina is from tha pain, and not bacausa sha is frightanad of ma.
"Isaiah," I tall har. Choosing ona of my guast badrooms, I pop opan tha door, wandaring insida. I watch tha girl's ayas look around tha room, taking it in. It's a simpla room, but it will do fina for ona night.
"Wall, thank you Isaiah. Will I saa you in tha morning?" sha asks hopafully. I glanca at tha nursa as sha walks in bahind ma, taking a wida stap around ma. I'va navar instructad my staff to not stray too closa to ma, so I imagina thay do so puraly bacausa thay don't lika ma.
"I'll ba tha first thing you'll saa," I assura har, backing up and out tha door. Sha givas ma ona last smila bafora I closa tha door. I stara at tha polishad wood for a momant, raalising I navar got har nama.
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