Alpha Vaughan

Chapter 19

"I guess there really is an advantage to every disadvantage, Miss."

My voice sounded as dull as I felt. "Care to share?"

Nayla beamed, saying, "Your outburst. It's led Miss Robyn and Miss Genevieve arrange a fighting class for you. In preparation for the duel tomorrow."

"Oh, goodie."

Nayla gradually dimmed. "Is anything wrong?"

With unintended force, I fluffed my pillow roughly, imagining it was Vaughan's face. He didn't even leave so much as a letter. Just up and went like... Like yesterday meant nothing to him.

My eyes widened and a new fear gripped me. I'd said I wouldn't attach any sentiments to our fooling around.... I couldn't be doing so now, could I? Stupid, I thought to myself, I was so stupid.

"It's a secret arrangement," Nayla was saying. "So we'll have to follow the omegas entrance when going. And," she added, holding up a brown cloak. "You'll be wearing this."

Looking at it, I sighed and nodded resolutely, putting off Vaughan from my mind. I hadn't fought in a while, the last time being in highschool, and I needed to flex those dormant muscles if I needed to get Eunice. After a quick shower, I threw on a pair of leggings and a tank top, pulling the big cloak down on me.

"Nobody must know you're taking these lessons," Nayla said.

We exited my room and walked down the hallway. "Why?" I asked, pulling the hood over my head.

"It would mean you don't know how to fight. And the pack would translate it to mean you're weak; therefore writing you off as unfit to rule our pack. And not to mention, the Alpha would be displeased."

I scowled. Well the Alpha can go suck it. I blushed; not that he ever would again.

The omegas quarters bore no distinct difference with those of the higher tiers, It was no less opulent and tastefully furnished. Following the numerous passageways, we went down countless flights of stairs and finally bursted out somewhere behind the grand staircase.

Omegas, enforcers and pack werewolves milled about. I kept my head down as I walked alongside Nayla. She excitedly exchanged greetings with the helps, and when they asked who I was she stuttered something to that effect. I felt their curious gazes on my bent head.

When we spied a small door leading out to the back of the packhouse, we rushed for it.

Out in the open now, Nayla led the way into a quiet, empty garden. I threw the hood away from my head, breathing in sweet air.

As we walked on, Nayla asked after a long while, "And have you abandoned your death mission?"

Stopping myself from rolling my eyes, I said, "No. I'm still going to get Eunice." Tonight.

"Miss! I wouldn't forgive myself if anything happened to you."

"And I wouldn't forgive myself if anything happened to my best friend."

"Miss, the Alpha would not like this one bi--"

I stopped in my tracks. Throwing my hands up into the air, I bursted out, "Who cares what the damned Alpha thinks?!" My voice rang loudly, prompting birds to fly away chirping and squawking from tree branches.

Eyes wide and pleading, Nayla instantly made to press her palm over my lips in an attempt at quietening me. I sidestepped her, marching onwards.

"The Alpha can go to hell! His court should go to hell! In fact, his whole pack should go to hell! I'm getting my best friend tonight and that is that. You can either decide to go with me. Or against me. In fact, don't bother coming along." I wouldn't forgive myself if I put her through any unnecessary danger.