Mated To A Convict (Book Two)

Chapter 10: What Wedding?

Chapter 10: What Wedding?

Taylor's POV: (Author's Note: I can't tell you how hard it is to find a look-alike for Soren, so, I'm going to use a younger version of Aiden, Soren's father, as... well, you'll figure out why later in the story. Once again, Josh Holloway as Sawyer. Picture above)

I glare at Soren as he shakes Alora's hand. This isn't going to end well. I try my hardest to connect my link to her, since she's close to me, but it won't work.

"It's great to meet you, I'm Alora. Taylor, you never told me about this!" She smiles happily. It's obvious. After Nick and I helped her back to Cassidy, her mother, she has recovered. More outgoing, happy.

I throw her a quick smile and avert my eyes.

"Well? Tell me!" She say's excitedly as she pokes me in the side.

I quickly gather my thoughts and reply, "Dominic..." I trail off.

Soren lightly bumps my leg again, "An accident with hunters, he's gone." I lie through my teeth. I stiffen at the thought and stare at my plate.

"Oh," She say's, "I'm sorry... Well, I'm happy you found this one!" She smiles, nodding towards the one who caused it all. I smile and return to eating, just wanting to leave.

"Maybe we could hang out? I could come over, if you don't mind? I have so much to tell you!" She gushes in excitement.

"Maybe another-" Soren starts, but I interrupt him, "That would be awesome! Maybe you could spend the night tomorrow?" I ask, my enthusiasm faked, but obviously believed.

"That's perfect! Text me the address and I'll be by tomorrow! I'll see you then." She takes Soren's phone from the table, assuming it's mine, and adds her number. She wraps her arms around me in a quick hug. With a wave, she heads off to her table.

"What the h*ll is wrong with you?" Soren growls at me, a sudden flip in his mood.

"What?!" I hiss back in a whisper, "She thinks Dominic's dead anyway! Put a microphone in my room if you have to! I want to see her."

He roughly grabs my arm and demands, "You will tell her a thorough and detailed story about how he died, and about how your "Pack" is no longer. Understand?"

"Yes." I growl.

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The rest of the night had gone on uneventfully. I'm laying in bed with nothing but the light of the moon coming through the window. Soren, being as angry as he was, never came in to re-latch the handcuff so I left it off.

The silver bars are enough to guarantee me never escaping my room, anyway. I let out a sigh as I search through ways to secretly communicate a 911 to Alora. I know Soren will be watching me as well as listening.

Theres only one thing I can think of, but it's the kind of thing where I have a 1% chance.

When Lincon and I were officers, before I was a Wolf, we had a way to communicate. When we were in a situation where we could not deliver a clear message, we would word the sentence in a way that only we understood.

Certain things to us meant other things. Like things from our childhood, yes, we grew up together, rather their good or bad helped up put together a phrase we knew that only the other would understand. It's difficult to explain.

I didn't exactly have much time to spend with Alora in the past, but maybe I can use the little we had to communicate with her.

-----Next Day, 1:00PM-----

Alora should be here soon, but before we arranged the time, Soren put me through a lecture. I won't even be able to sneeze without him knowing.

He had also given me a plain black leather journal and a few art pencils, I guess for something to do. The way his mood flips amazes me sometimes.

I'm currently sitting in the living room as Soren cooks. His windows, still bullet proof. His doors, still locked from the outside. He told me to keep Alora on the second and first floor only because my normal room is on the top floor.

It would be weird having, basically, a cage as a room.

There's a sudden knock on the door and I jump up to go answer it.

"Sit." Soren growls as he walks to the door.

"I'm not a dog." I return. He stops walking and turns towards me. Ever since yesterday he's been in a bad mood, much less tolerant of me.

"Yes, you are actually." He say's, a daring look in his eyes.

"Then that makes you a mutt." I growl back.

He stomps up to me and shoves me onto the couch, making me sit. He then gets in my face and repeats, "Sit." And walks away.

"Roll over." I mumble under my breath. I think about adding 'and die' at the end but decide that it's not exactly a good idea at the moment. He ignores me and I hear the door open. Thing is, it's not Alora. A man walks in and looks at me, a cocky look on his face.

"Taylor, meet Sawyer. My brother." Soren introduces. My jaw nearly hits the floor. I can barely deal with one!

Sawyer is about 6' foot, maybe add a few inches, he has dirty blonde hair that's about four inches long, similar to Soren's. He looks just like their father. They probably have different mother's, though. That's when I notice the suit cases by his feet. Oh no...

"Sawyer will be staying with us for a few months." Soren announces. I nod and look away. Maybe, if I pray enough, he won't be like Soren.

"Do you mind showing him to the second guest bedroom, Love? I have to finish dinner." He say's and walks away with a warning glance my way. I guess I'm showing him the bedroom.

I stand up and Sawyer fallows behind me.

"It's good to know Soren has finally done well for himself," Sawyer say's, "I'm sorry I missed your wedding a few month back, I was wrapped up in Kansas."

"What wedding?" I ask, turning to him. I'm so lost.

"Your wedding? Back a few months ago?" He say's, a 'duh' look on his face.

"Oh, yeah that." I say and continue walking. Does Sawyer not know I'm literally being held here against my will? I open his door for him and he thanks me. I walk inside and watch him unpack, leaning against the door frame.

"Yeah, you didn't miss much." I mumble.

"Huh?" He asks.

"Oh, um, I'm staying in the room next to yours, my sister should be here soon. If you need anything just let me know." I tell him and walk away. He thanks me as I shut his door on the way out.

Maybe Sawyer isn't like Soren. Maybe he'll get me out of this. Could he?

As soon as my foot hits the bottom of the steps the door bell goes off. I'm not so sure I like this. Anything could happen to Alora while she's here.

I look back up towards Sawyer's room. He'll be here a few months... Maybe I can befriend him. And maybe he can help me.