For The Love of An Alpha

Change in Plans

How did we do that? Jhera's voice rang through in the vast space of her mind. Her body felt heavy and weighed down, but her mind was light and active.

I don't know. Scarlet's voice seemed cautious as she responded.

In the vast space of her mind, she reached for information. Memories that could explain how she could do what she did or how she knew what to do. Nothing explained it. Pieces of her memory were missing, parts were out of place and there were memories that cut off abruptly. The harder she dug the more tired she became, until she drifted off into sleep.

When she awoke, her head was pounding. The dull aching behind her eyes seemed to slowly recede as she blinked herself into awareness. Her eyes moved sluggishly around the room. She recognized the five men that gathered about the kitchen island, deep in discussion. She blinked again, moving her eyes slowly toward the door. There she saw William, his arms folded across his chest and his body leaning against the door frame, as though the wall depended on him to stay standing. Shifting her weight she lifted herself from the warmth of the couch she laid on.

William was the first to move from his place, clearing his throat he notified the others that their guest was alert. The five men at the island turned slowly and watched her rise slowly from the couch. Jhera got her balance and lifted herself to her feet. She stretched high with her arms, a soft groan leaving her dry mouth as she did. Her arms came back to her side slowly and she looked about, noticing how they watched her intently. She shuffled into the kitchen, her naked toes pressing firmly against the wood floors. Grabbing a glass from the drying rack beside the sink, she turned on the faucet and filled it to the brim. She turned off the water and turned slowly, her eyes moving across the room from one gentleman to the next. She brought the glass to her lips and drank back the cool liquid. Her eyes closed as she finished the glass and sighed with contentment. Her hips leaning against the cool metal of the counter top.

Jhera licked her lips and watched as they continued to stare her down. The tension in the room so thick, it left little room for oxygen. Her eyes moved to the counter, bacon and sausage still remained on the island, along with a few pancakes. It was obvious they were picking at the leftovers while they talked. She pushed her self from the steel counter, and watched as the men flinched at her sudden movement. She froze, her next moves were slow and calculated. Her steps from the sink to the island should have only been about three, but she managed to double the time it took to get there. With slow movements she reached beyond Erick and plucked a piece of sausage from the serving plate. The bite was crunchy at first, then juices spilled down her chin as she devoured the plump meat.

Her eyes were still on the men as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and half smiled. "Something wrong?" Her voice cut at the strain of nerves in the air.

The men all exchanged looks. The expressionless look from the darker skinned male, caused Jhera to pause and wait for him to speak. As though her urging was something he sensed his voice boomed into the space. "Not sure if we should trust you or kill you." Churik's voice was solemn and his brown eyes scanned the silver eyes of the woman before him.

"Fair enough." Jhera tipped her head slightly to the side and then grabbed another piece of meat from the platters before her.

"That's it?" Erick's voice gave the ring of shock. "You aren't upset?"

"Not really." Jhera chewed her bacon in large bites, "I'd feel the same I suppose." She swiped her palms together, clearing them of the crumbs from the bacon.

"Why should we trust you?" Jaroth spoke calmly, his voice soothing the atmosphere. He was a polar opposite to his beta, where he was soothing his beta was harsh or ragged.