The Alpha King's Lost Mate

Ch. 14

Seven

I couldn't find the strength to tell Ambrose about the dream that wasn't a dream I had about the Moon Goddess a few nights ago.

Every evening since, when I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, I pictured Celeste and the worry in her voice when she told me that I wasn't an Omega.

I still couldn't wrap my head around that, and I didn't think that I ever would.

As I mindlessly strolled down a hallway on an upper pack house floor, trying to make myself busy, my eyes trained on the swish of my dark green dress, I ran into something.

BAM!

Slowly, I dragged my eyes upwards to see what I just walked into.

Madam Olympia.

I couldn't stop myself from baring my neck, pulling the fluffy curls that Eleven had worked so hard on this morning to the side.

"Stand up," she hissed. "Stand up, girl."

Madam Olympia quickly grabbed me by my elbow, yanking on the soft, silky fabric of the long, dark green sleeves of my dress.

She pulled me into the broom cupboard just a few feet away, shutting the rotting wood door behind her. Her hand didn't let go of me once.

"Madam Olympia," I said, doing my best to hold my voice firm and not let it shake. "Madam Oly—"

"You need to leave," she cut me off. "You need to tell the King that you wish to leave at once. You need to go, girl. You need to leave right now."

...What?

We weren't scheduled to leave for another few days. Ambrose told me he still had things he wished to talk to the Blood Moon Alpha about.

"Madam Olympia," I tried again "I—"

"Shh," she quickly shushed me, holding a wrinkled finger up to her lips. "Be quiet."

Just then, the sound of heavy boots came thudding past on the stone floor.

"Did Gamma Thomas say why he wanted us stationed at the front and back exits of the pack house?" a deep voice asked. I was sure that it had to be a pack warrior. They always sounded the same to me—so serious.

"Just that he wanted us to make sure no one leaves the pack house without mind linking him first," another wolf answered, his voice full of nothing but annoyance for the task.

"Who do you think he's looking for? Anthony mind linked and said that he pulled him and Micheal off patrol from the Easter border and ordered them back to the pack house for this."

"Gamma Thomas has never pulled any warriors off patrol. He's always the one talking about how we need to be doing more patrol."

The footsteps slowly faded until the only sound that could be heard was that of my nervous breathing.

Madam Olympia dropped her finger from her lip, but still didn't let go of my arm.

"You need to leave out the back door in the servant quarters," she said. "Thomas won't have thought to assign any warriors to watch over that door. I doubt he even knows that it exists."

"Leave?" I repeated. "I don't understand why I need to leave right now. Ambrose hasn't arranged for us to leave until—"

"I know!" Madam Olympia yelled in a low whisper, her eyes full of anger and worry. "But none of that matters right now. Thomas—Gamma Thomas—is trying to stop you from leaving."

"Stop me from leaving?" I questioned. "Why would he do that? I know that he's doesn't like me, but I thought that he would be happy I was finally leaving so I would never mess up or bother him again."