After the conversation took an awkward turn, we didn’t really speak that much. The place he kept referring to as a motel was actually a property on the hills with small huts on top of each hill. It was beautiful scenery, and I couldn’t imagine staying in one of those huts with a waterfall in view. It must be noisy since they were pretty close, but a little noise won’t hurt anyone.
"So, which one of those huts is mine?" I asked Elijah, walking behind him with our driver holding my bags. I noticed Elijah loved carrying his own bags. The more I was beginning to learn about him, the more I realized why he was an Alpha King.
"That one." He pointed straight at the waterfall one, and a huge smile crept over my lips. It was 2 in the morning, so I was pretty bummed.
"We are staying in that hut."
