Alpha Noah

~Abella

I’m struck by a moment of confusion.

All this raises, is the question of whether or not I should believe him. This small room has no windows; no way of letting me know that he is telling me the truth of not. It seems like such an absurd idea, but how can I explain away that feeling of falling and suddenly appearing here as one of Cian’s many manipulations? Even he isn’t capable of something so convoluted.

My back hits the wall as I keep backing away. I feel the frame of a picture behind me, which I can already tell by looking at the other pictures in the room, that it is beyond expensive. Maybe he just got ahold of some magic and transported me to his home Pack, the Desire Pack.

Maybe with his undeniable charm and charisma, he convinced an immortal to give him a small amount of power just to trick me.

Or maybe he is an immortal…

“What do you want with me?” I question, bracing myself against the wall for support. My knees surely aren’t doing that good of a job. I check for doors, and there’s only one, that Cian stands in front of. Where would I run anyway? If he is telling me the truth, then who knows what terrifying things lie beyond that door.

“You wanted me to be honest, so I thought what better time than to you bring you here, my true home,” he tells me, motioning around as if anything about this place is different to where we came from. Aside from the furniture being out of my price budget, it’s relatively normal.

Folding my arms over my chest protectively, I narrow my eyes on him. “I thought you came from the Desire Pack? And what the hell was that trick you pulled on me?”

For the first time, Cian think about what he is about to say.

“I never explicitly said I was from the Desire Pack, you just assumed. And as for what you just experienced, that was form of transportation I used to get you here, via my magical powers,” he tells me, the smile on his face and the twist of his tone suggest he finds this all rather amusing. Is this some kind of game to him?

“Magic…”I breathe. “If you truly are immortal, than why me? Why are you targeting me, and bringing me here to show me what? A room?”

Instead of explaining what I demanded, he instead turns around and opens the door to reveal nothing but another room. He motions to me to follow him.

I do so warily, and only because I don’t want to be stuck in that room anymore.

“I like to live in the city. It’s quick paced and entertaining,” he tells me.

This place doesn’t look like it belongs into a city, and I’m convinced he is lying to me until leads me into a living area, and I see the view of an expansive city enveloped with darkness, only existing through the twinkling of lights all around, and the faint sound of booming music somewhere in the distance.

Since it’s so dark, I can’t determine where this is. Honestly, this could be somewhere within the mortal world, and I couldn’t tell. Cian could somehow trick me, for his own amusement and pleasure, and explain away that strange feeling as some kind of illusion.

Yet there’s something in the air here, that feel different…wrong. It’s heavy, weighing on my shoulders. Whatever this place is, I’m not supposed to be here.

There’s no way Cian could be lying.

“This is my own territory, by the way. Being, a Sin, I get a reasonable amount of land do to whatever I please with it,” he explains to me, walking across his living room casually. I watch him for a moment, absorbing what he is saying.

It takes me a moment to put two and two together in order to figure out what he is saying.

“Sin?” I say, without really knowing what it means. Either this is something completely beyond me, or Cian is talking and not making any sense.

Cian turns around on his heels, glancing back at me. His face his shadowed by the light streaming in behind him, yet still, I can see the devilish smile on his face. I remain on one end of the living area, keeping a safe distance from him, while he walks around on the plush white rug underneath his feet.

“Oh yes, I’m a Sin, born from the Moon with one job,” he tells me, strolling forward. My gaze darts back and forth, but I don’t see anywhere else to run.

“What’s that?” I ask warily.

He waits to speak until he is close enough that I can smell that almost spicy scent of his. I hate how alluring it is, in the most inappropriate setting. He loves to intimidate me, watching me wait and worry before he says something even more illusive than the last.

“A Sin is your worst nightmare,” he comments, “But luckily for you, I like you, so you don’t have to worry. It means we can have fun.”

Stunned, having gathered no further information, I just stand there, unsure of what to do. Cian steps away again, and I stare at his back, wondering if I should attack him and get out of here. It might seem crazy, but I have a better chance of getting out of here by finding out what is outside, than staying in here with this mad man.

“You haven’t told me anything. You’re crazy, you’re under some kind of delusion, and I’m leaving,” I tell him, storming toward the door.

For whatever reason, he doesn’t stop me.

Throwing the door open, I wander out into another hallway, I don’t stop under I find a flight of steps going downward. If Cian is being truthful, then there will be a city full of people down below, that should be able to get me home.

Even if I found a phone to call Sam, or maybe even Noah. At least I could trust him to come find me, or use his people to at least.

Suddenly, right at the base of the stairs, Cian appears, leaning casually against the banister. I flinch, stumbling back a few steps.

“See, it’s pointless fleeing. I’ll admit, I’ve been coy with you, but you forced my hand. You made me be honest with you, and this is honest. I’ve brought you to my home, I’ve told you I’m an immortal, and yet you still look so offended,” he comments, looking at me intently.

My entire body deflates.

Now, I feel empty and unsure of myself. The man standing in front of me, with the crazy gold and black hair and strange sense of fashion is an immortal, who owns an apartment in a city which completely belongs to him.

And as all this settles into my mind, it almost seems to make sense. The money, the ability to show up in the most irritating of places. Cian is an immortal.

And for whatever reason, I’ve been selected to be tortured by him.

“I don’t understand why you suddenly attached yourself to me like some kind of leech. You’re an immortal…Haven’t you lived long enough to find a hobby?

Or are you just so bored you have to target a random girl and make her life hell?” I questions, folding my arms across my chest.

Cian exhales a breath, studying me for a moment. “I tried to make your life better, easier. I gave you money, offered to take you on dates, and instead, you decided to take a job with that useless Alpha.”Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’m sorry, but you went about this in the entirely wrong way,” I tell him, trying to move past him. “Now please either let me leave, or take me home.”

Cian grabs my arm, dragging me back into the room by my sleeve until he closes the door back in the living area. My protests and attempts to escape his grasp are pointless, until he finally lets me go, sitting me down on one of his leather couches by the window. I stay seated, but only because I’m unsure of how Cian will react.

For some reason, he doesn’t scare me. He isn’t going hurt me, and I know that.

Suddenly, he seems serious, as he stands above me. “Let me try again. Let it be like we meet for the first time. A second chance…that’s all I ask.”

I’m unsure of what to reply.

A second chance after all of this seems almost incomprehensible. It’s almost completely settled within my mind that he is an immortal, and I’m in the immortal realm right now. But that’s not the only problem. The problem is the sudden obsession with becoming apart of my life. Are all immortal so direct and forward like Cian.

“You’re going to say no,” he says warily, after I take a few moments to reply. I watch as he kneels down, his knees sinking into the white rug underneath him.

“Listen, I don’t feel as though I know you enough-“

“What if I told you a secret. A secret that will make you like me?” he questions, looking up at me earnestly. I shake my head at him. It seems as though Cian has a million and one secrets, and I don’t think I want to involve myself in that.

However, it doesn’t seem like I have much of a choice, as he moves to sit next to me on the couch. I flinch, watching him warily.

“What if I told you I’m your mate?”