Alpha Noah

~Noah

Why did I do that?

I stare at her, completely unconscious and unknowing of what I did. Here she is, my mate, a victim of my own mistakes. How could I let this happen? It’s not often anyone falls charm to any of my abilities. I’ve sworn to keep them to myself, and not let anyone fal witness to what I am possible of. Yet here I am, standing in my mate’s room, telling myself to walk away and let it be.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

She’ll wake up with no recollection. That’s what magic does. Well, it’s not exactly magic, but it does the trick. And as simple as it might seem to walk away, I can’t bring myself to accept what I’ve done. Who has such a moment of weakness and manipulates their mates mind in this way?

The soft sounds of her breathing quell my thoughts. Of course, I’m going to feel guilty about this, but I would feel guiltier if she knew.

It would go against Cian and I’s agreement…

This is me protecting her. I’m doing the best I can for a foolish mistake. Maybe one day she will know, but for now, a secret it shall remain.

•••

~Abella

It goes against everything I promised myself.

My entire rational mind is telling me I shouldn’t have called him. This is the first real time, aside from when he tried to force money on me, that I’ve called on him myself. It feels so wrong, but after the conversation I’ve had, it’s inspired me to demand Cian’s complete and utter honesty with me, or else, I’m going to demand he leave my life forever. Whether he wants to or not.

I sit in my room, right on the edge of my bed, nervous. I had no other choice but to invite him up here in order to keep our privacy. Who knows what rumours they will spread about me and Cian if they get an inkling he’s only coming here to see me. I’ve got enough on my plate as it is.

He arrives hastily. Perhaps he was nearby, which would explain why he arrived within half an hour. If there is one thing I can count on him for, it’s to be here when I need him.

For whatever reason he might want to be.

“Well this is quite the surprise,” Cian announces as he walks into the room, closing the door behind him. I glare at him, letting him know that this isn’t what I wanted, but right now, is the only option. Really, I’m just hoping a certain outcome comes from this that will give me an excuse to rid him from my life forever.

“Sit down on that chair over there,” I demand, motioning to my desk chair. Cian raises a dark eyebrow at me, but obliges. He’s dressed as though he has just come from a lavish party, wearing dark pants and a satin dress shirt that’s as gold as the roots of his hair.

He folds one leg over the other. “Is this an interrogation? I didn’t know I did anything wrong by you, Abella.”

“You need to be completely transparent with me if you ever think I’ll trust you,” I tell him firmly, setting the tone for the rest of the conversation.

Cian considers that for a moment.

“Fine. What exactly is it you want me to be so honest about, my dear?” he asks him. I blink a few times, expecting more of a dance around the issue. Instead, he is deciding he was to be completely honest with me. Or maybe, he’s going to lie and manipulate me like he has done the entire time I’ve known him. But this time I have to take the risk.

I have a thought that has been plaguing me since he last mentioned it that I’m ready to interrogate him with. “I want to know about that night, when I blacked out. Did I really kiss you?”

“Here’s the whole, transparent reality,” he starts, making me narrow my eyes. “I invited you to play a drinking game, knowing full well I would win due to my complete tolerance to alcohol – don’t ask. And yes, before you say it, it may have appeared convenient that I got you drunk and we made out, but I never expected you to just throw yourself at me.”

“That doesn’t sound right.”

I know me, and I doubt I would ‘throw’ myself at Cian. Is he handsome in an almost magical, foreign way, but that doesn’t mean I would be foolish enough to kiss him. Even if I were highly intoxicated.

“In all honesty, we kissed for a while before you passed out and I put you to bed,” he tells, to which my eyes widen in response. “Don’t give me that look. Your virginity is still intact.”

“You don’t… Don’t act like you know anything,” I comment, immediately jumping to my own defence. I’m not sure why when Cian insinuates that, it makes it all the more embarrassing. Maybe it is because he looks like he’s seen so much more of life than I have, even though he doesn’t look much older than me.

“This I’m sure of.”

“I have another question,” I say, quickly trying to divert the conversation elsewhere. Plus, I have plenty more questions up my sleeve that I demand answers to. “Why did you save me from that stalker guy that night?”

Cian breathes in deeply, considering how best to answer me. For the first time throughout this entire conversation, he actually looks serious. However, it doesn’t last long.

“It’s odd having to describe my brilliants plans, but I simply hired him to play a part so you would assume I was some kind of heroic figure coming to save you. Instead you just found me creepy,” he comments, as if it’s something completely normal.

I stare at him, dumbfounded. “Wait… you hired him?”

“That’s what I said, didn’t I?”

I’m unsure of whether or not he is joking with me, or not. It seems like such an absurd idea, but knowing Cian, I would never put something like that past him. It does send shivers of unease down my spine, as I let it sink into my mind. He looks as though this isn’t an issue, so I quickly move on, hoping for more answers on that later.

“How did you even know who I was before then? I’ve never seen you in my life,” I question. Cian has still not elaborated on why he suddenly attached himself to my life, wanting to involve himself as much as possible.

If he is being truthful about that night – which I don’t even want to consider – then he must be interested in me. Attracted to me even.

I really don’t want to think about that.

“Call it fate. Call it predetermined destiny. Whatever it might be, but I saw you, and I decided I wanted you. It’s really that simple,” he tells me, leaning back casually in his chair, dismissing the conversation. I have a feeling he’s not being completely up front with me.

“I called for complete honesty, Cian,” I remind him.

He stares at me blankly for a moment, so intensely, I’m unsure of whether I should look away from him. His eyes slightly narrow, as if he is considering something important. I’m waiting for him to suddenly drop a bomb on me, but instead, he silently stands, grabbing for the sleeve of my shirt.

I go to yank away from him, but his grip is tight. He pulls me right to his chest, looking down at me with blazing eyes. For a moment, I’m frightened, waiting for him to do something to hurt me, to silence me. But instead, a sharp taste fills my mouth, and suddenly, I feel like I’m falling.

Shutting my eyes closed, I scream, but my voice is swallowed up by a rushing sound around me. What is happening? Is this what death feels like?

Finally, my feet hit the ground, and I lurch forward, until my entire body falls down. My eyes fling open, and I look around, trying to figure out what has just happened. I’m on a plush carpeted floor, looking around. I’ve never seen anything like this place.

It’s a small room, with some of the most expensive looking furnishings I have ever seen placed all around. Couches, paintings on the wall… What is this place?

Cian stands above me, holding his hand out, but I don’t take it.

Scrambling to my feet, I back away from him. What just happened? Whatever that was, it was not normal, probably magic judging by the taste in my mouth. Cian, however, does not look like he is at all bothered by what he just put me through, in fact, he almost looks amused.

“What just happened?” I question, my mouth going dry.

“Well you’re in the immortal world. My home,” he announces, motioning around the room. “And if you haven’t realised it already, I’m an immortal. Surprise!”