Sinful Praise

3. B R O K E N S H A R D S

A N A I A H 

"Anaiah," Alpha Zion says more to himself than me.

"Very well, follow me." He pivots on his foot and begins to walk through the market.

"Alrighty so we can't stand here all day let's go!" Beta Jason pulls Zaya along leaving me behind. Snapping me out of my tranced state I roll my eyes and mutter to myself about how I thought it's always been 'hoes before bros' or 'chicks before dicks'.

Making sure to keep my eyes on Alpha Zion and his broad and muscular toned back oh gos- FOCUS ANAIAH! I begin to assess my surroundings as we walk, the packs walls were a good 5 minute run from the towns centre, but it's patrolled by guards, maybe I can pull a Pablo Escobar and dig my way ou- not focusing on where I was going I crash into a very hard and wet wall. 

"Why the hell would they put a random wall-" The wall then shifts and instead somehow morphs into the chest of Alpha Zion?

"How did you turn into a wall?" I look up into his amused face and begin to rub the side of my head. 

My gaze is interrupted by the large doors behind him creaking open, I look in awe at the huge mansion the doors were attached to, this is fifty times bigger than our Alphas mansion. It's almost the size of half our whole packs territory! I was so in awe I hadn't realised everyone was halfway down the hallway.

"Hurry up, I really don't have time today." Alpha Zion motions towards me, glancing at the Rolex sitting proudly on his wrist.

With endless turns and countless stairs we are finally facing what I'm assuming the doors into his office.  We all make our way inside and stand in the middle of the room.

"Please sit." With a huff he sits down into his very large office chair, behind him a huge ancient looking portrait of a man with a naked woman sprawled across his chest hanging proudly above a fireplace. The walls were lined with bookshelves filled to the brim with a variety of old and new looking books, the couch we were sitting on was very comfy, I could sleep on it right now if I had the option. 

Beta Jason walks over to us with water, snatching the cup out of his hand I greedily gulp every single drop it has, Zaya doing the same. I grab Zayas' cup too and hold them out to Beta Jason, "keep them coming please." He gives us a questioning look and returns to the bar fridge with water bottles in hand.

"What brings you to my pack, Anaiah and.." our gaze shifts towards Zaya.

"Zaya." She squeaks out. Poor thing she's so scared, I don't blame her, this can be our last day even last hours breathing. Hell they're probably nourishing us so we don't taste so malnourished and bitter when they feast on us fucking cannibals, well at least Zay has a 'The Beta is my mate'  card, it's not looking so lively on my side. I feel Liah growl and try to push herself out, what's wrong with her? We can't be reckless right now, I fight with her to stay in the back of my mind. 

"We were running from someone, we just kept running straight until we came to a field of daisies, we were about to continue walking until Beta Jason grope-"

"I did not grope her! My wolf saw our mate and we hugged her to protect her from the chances of being attacked by rogues, since you two were practically dangling yourselves as fresh meat in front of them." Going over to sit next to Zaya he puts his hand in hers, interlacing their fingers.

"Well I think we were just fine." I look at him realising he was pre-occupied with drawing little circles into Zayas hand and hadn't heard a word I just said. This guy has selective hearing, Zaya could be standing all the way at the packs borders and barely whisper and Jaso- Beta Jason will come rushing to her demand.