The Alpha's Submissive

Chapter 74

The hallway was clear yet I stayed frozen on my spot. Minutes passed by and I took a couple of steps forward, hoping to see who had been feeding off an old man in this house. Those wounds were open, someone had just done it.

I drew my lower lip into my mouth while walking cautiously across the hallway. There were rooms on either side, at least for of them. He could have gotten out from anywhere and I didn't know who else lived in this house asides from the servants, Grayson, and his mate.

My heart jerked hard when one of the doors flung open behind me. A lump started in my throat and my limbs scarcely moved an inch.

"Clara?" A manly voice bellowed behind me.

I took in a quick breath before turning around to face Grayson who stood surprised. When I looked over his shoulder, I found an office behind him, inside one of the rooms in the hallway.

"Are you lost?" He asked, closing the door behind before I could get any peek of it.

As he approached me, I felt the walls closing up. He was the monster. He was the one who had bitten that old man. Who else it could be? I saw the darkness in his eyes when he stood up and walked away from breakfast earlier. It was the same darkness—a hunger that Wayne and I, both, had.

It had to be.

"Yes. I was looking for a washroom. My stomach's been a bit upset since last night." I looked around myself, hoping for one of the doors to be a washroom.

"Oh, it's not here. But come, I'll guide you." He offered.

As much as I wanted to reject him and run away from here, I couldn't. I needed to keep my cool. I needed to act as if I didn't know anything, as if I was a dumb omega obeying her mate.

"Thank you," I whispered while walking alongside him. "I saw this man running across the hallway so I assumed the washroom was down here..." I trailed off, forming an entire lie in seconds. If there was one thing I was good at, it was lying and doing it professionally.

"Really?" Grayson scratched the back of his neck in uncertainty. Tension created lines over his face as I continued peeking at him. "I don't know. Must be one of the servants." He shrugged.

"I hope I didn't disturb you."

"No, of course, not." He shook his head and chuckled lightly, "Where is Claudia?" He took a deep breath as we stepped back into the main hall of the house. "I told her to look after you while I'm busy and while your mate isn't here." His voice was different, gruesome in a way.

He wasn't telling me about the things he had told his mate but rather the order he had given her.

There was so much wrong happening here and I needed Wayne to return immediately.

"No," I stepped forward. "I was with her but I told her I needed to go to the washroom. We were outside in the garden but then I came inside and got lost."

I had faced abuse, verbal mostly, and somehow, I saw the signs of it in Grayson's words and the way he mentioned his mate in private.

In silence, Grayson guided me to the washroom downstairs and I went in. As soon as I locked the door behind me, I took a deep breath and wavered my hands in the air out of panic.

Fuck.

Fuck.

I pushed my fingers across my scalp while my elbows met with the handwash counter. My thoughts ran wild and questions started in my head. It was all daunting.