Alpha Alden ✔️

Chapter Forty

Word Count: 1523

~Kezziah

His words didn't calm me, but I lowered my guard.

Thought relaxes too, noticing my aggression toward him hinder. His uncanny relation to Time is unnerving. It's as if I'm looking at the immortal himself, aside from those shifting silver eyes and slightly different features. They must be close to twins. If so, I wonder why Thought would break his bond with his brother to help me.

He can see I'm clearly skeptical. I've learnt never to trust immortals. Time taught me that well. They only ever do things for their own gain, not out of the kindness of their heart. When you have all of eternity to live, you learn to care for yourself, I'm sure.

"Why are you telling me this?" I question, narrowing my eyes at him. I'm still pinned to the corner of the room, not wanting to put my full amount of trust in him yet.

Not until he does something for me.

"I can see you're assuming my brother and I get along," Thought says sourly, as if insinuating an allegiance with his brother left a bad taste in his mouth. "If that were the case, I wouldn't be here right now. And I wouldn't have tried to warn you earlier. I've been trying to help you."

"Coming into my dreams and acting creepy isn't a warning. How was I supposed to know an immortal was haunting my nightmares?" I question, folding my arms over my chest. I had dismissed that dream as pure imagination.

Thought sighs deeply. "Do you always give people this much of a hard time when they are trying to do you good?"

"Shouldn't you know?" I mutter.

There's a glint in his eyes, but it's only for a fleeting moment. I can see him changing his approach, backing away from me to move around the living room. Watching him carefully, I don't move. He hasn't hurt me yet, but that doesn't mean he won't. I still haven't decided if he is lying about how he feels about Time.

"Time has a lot of power, and he knows how to use it. However, like anyone in power, there is always a weakness. And as his brother, I know just how to exploit it," Thought tells me, sitting down neatly on the couch. He nods to the one opposite it.

Dubiously, I approach the other couch, willing to listen as long as he is being truthful. Knowing Time's weakness would be beneficial.

Thought's smile is triumphant as I sit down.

"You may not think it, considering where Time has chosen to live, but he hates being alone. He likes to have someone with him at all times. The idea of him being alone scares him so much, that I've concluded he brands these innocent people as a way to force people into being connected to him," Thought explains.

For a moment I doubted that cold, empty soul felt any kind of emotion, however, it somehow made sense. The way he played music at all times, as if quiet haunted him. It all made sense.

"So what do we do? How are we going to work that in our favour?" I question, still skeptical if there is anyway of dealing with Time.

A smile creeps onto Thought's face.

"Well, we have to get him alone. Alone until some sense gets into him. Believe it or not, if someone can get through to him, he can be very regretful. We do this, he'll surrender immediately. You'll never have to deal with him again," Thought says, laying out his plan in front of me.

I glance down at the brand that has been creeping down my arm. It's not getting better, but worst. Thought notices notices where I'm looking, or maybe he can read my mind. HIs expression doesn't shift.