Imperious.

Part XXIX: Emilia

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Pages: 113 - 114

E M I L I A -

My drowsiness and reluctance to wake up is exactly what forces me to open my eyes and look around my room with alertness. I've never been like this: tired, weary and lazy. Not since I became Alpha. I was always eager to start the day and prove that I could run this pack like my mother did.

My selfish, lying, dead mother.

Settling back down into bed, I feel Tom's absence. I know he left the room about an hour ago; I felt him leave but I can still smell his scent strongly so I know he's still in the house. I wonder what he's up to, but then again, I don't exactly want to leave this bed - not right now anyway.

Yesterday wore me out long and hard. After the guard, Nick, told me about the traitor in my pack, he told me that whoever she is, she's very important to the Alpha of the rebellion, which made my heart leap in happiness. I'll find the little bitch and she'll lead me right to him.

But who is she? I know she has to be in a very high ranking, so that means she's in the 'security' group of the pack. She's either a tracker, guard, beta or pack doctor and that means they've been in our private meetings and know more details about the rebellion than some pack members do, even more than I know. This also means that no one is really tracking where she's supposed to be. She can slip off of pack land and return whenever she wants and go undetected if she knows when she'll need to be seen.

Annabelle, Jamie and Jace were present during the meeting Tom and I held a few months ago when I checked everyone's heart beats to see if they were lying about not being apart of the rebellion. Is it possible that someone could have tricked me? Either way, there's a pack member who isn't much of a pack member anymore.

Usually I would ask Jamie to see where the Trackers are and stuff, but she's potentially a suspect.

'Damn.' I mutter to myself.

A strong smell floods my senses and I cringe to refrain from clawing at my nose. Someone's bleeding, and they're bleeding heavily, the scent of their blood is all I can smell.

I stir, sitting up to try and lessen the tension my wolf is creating. She's pressing, urging me to let her come out and see for herself what's going on but I can't exactly shift in my bedroom.

Shuffling out of bed, I immediately throw on a pair of shorts and hastily put my hair in a ponytail before running out the room and down the stairs.

Tom sees me and takes a step to greet me but the ringing of the doorbell stops him. And I can hear the wolf panting.

"Don't answer it Tom." I say quietly, knowing that whoever's at the door can probably hear what I'm saying, but I don't exactly care. This time, no matter what happens, Tom will be safe at all costs.

"What's going on?" Tom whispers, his smile gone and replaced with immediate concern. I want to kiss him. I want him, all of him, but now's not the time.

"I don't know." I whisper again, running my eyes over him as I take in his broad shoulders and flat stomach. He's only in his boxers, and his shaft isn't hard but it's visible and, my God, is it thick.

"Hmm, Emilia, now is not the time." Tom says, his voice thick with amusement.

Nodding more to myself, I walk to the door as quietly as I can and open the door.