The Twin Alphas' Man-Made Luna

Chapter 10 - Urgency to get away

“Please be ok, please be ok.” Amatheon pleaded the moment he placed me down.

“Goddess, there is blood everywhere.” He continued in distress.

“The driver?” I asked, making Amatheon still. He did not answer and that said it all.

“I need to remove the necklace, so you can heal,” Amatheon warned as he reached for my neck. I was quick to grab his wrist and winced in pain at the fast movement. He had carried me into an alleyway, away from the public eye to examine me better, but still kept looking over his shoulder for unwanted attention.

“no,” I ordered. We were in New York City and there was no telling who just tried to kill me. Were they trying to kill Kaylee Callasso or Kinsley Constance?

“Kaylee, if you do not remove that dam thing, I will have to take you to the hospital.” He warned in annoyance, observing our surroundings again. A metal door swung open with a blast of music as a man stepped out carrying two large trash bags. With a wave of Amatheons hand, everything slowed again.

“I won’t be able to hold it for long. Remove the necklace. We will wait in there while you heel. The crowded space should mask your scent.” Knowing he would not be able to keep that door open for long, I was under pressure to decide. I looked to the door, then back at Amatheon. I could not travel in the condition I was in. I could not go to a hospital without the media being all over me. Whoever tried to kill me would be looking for me, and I am sure a club would be the last place they would think to look.

“Ok”. I reluctantly agreed. Through the door, we entered a kitchen, and I removed the necklace. A rush of relief burst through me, feeling the confinement lift. Feeling like myself again. I immediately felt better, stronger…. My skin tingled at every cut and bruise as they started to heal.

“Here” he threw a coat at me and grabbed one for himself that was hanging by the exit door. The staff, if I had to guess. He led me through the kitchen into the club and waved his hand to bring everything back to normal, and then it hit me. The emptiness, the abandonment, the betrayal, but most of all… the longing for our mate. I sharp pain in my chest brought me to a standstill. My hand covered my heart as I tried to breathe through the pain. Amatheon jumped at the sight, urgently looking for any wound that might cause this.

“Kaylee, you OK? What’s wrong?” He frantically asked, picking up right where he had left off in the alleyway.

“I'm fine…”. I said trying to make him stop fussing, but he did not budge.

“I said I'm fine,” I said more sternly, making him finally listen.

“I’m fine,” I repeated calmly, more for myself this time as I beared the pain of being separated from one’s mate. I walked to the bar thankful for being able to sit and immediately ordered myself a whiskey.

“Make that two,” Amatheon shouted at the bartender, earning himself a raised brow from me. Whiskey was not his usual go-to poison.

“I don’t assume u managed to grab my suitcase by any chance,” I asked dryly, already knowing the answer, as I took the glass from the bartender.

“Too busy being right while saving your ass.” He remarked as he pulled his wallet from his pants pocket to pay. The contracts from all the meetings I conducted today, my research on each Alpha, my phone, my wallet…everything was left in that car. I downed my whiskey and tapped on the glass to indicate I needed another.

“I need you to call the office, and have Crystal send another car to pick us up,” I told Amatheon as I wiped the dry blood from my face with the sleeve of the jacket. He nodded in agreement and pulled out his phone. I guess having a friend who sleeps with every assistant you ever hired comes in handy when you are left phoneless in enemy territory.

“Do you think it was them?” I asked in thought, staring into the empty glass.

“Them?” Amatheon asked, unsure of my unrelated question. I looked up at him, annoyed at having to spell it out for him.

“The Constance’s?” He asked although he did not wait for me to verify it.

“I think they would gain more by taking you alive than killing you.” He made a valid point.

“Unless Kinsley was not the target, but the CEO of KC Holdings was.” He continued airing his thoughts as he reasoned the possibility. My whiskey arrived and I eagerly accepted it. I almost died tonight. If Amatheon was not as stubborn as a donkey, showing up regardless of me leaving him behind. I shot the whiskey again at the thought. I would have been dead. Pushing Daisy’s. I stilled at the familiar words.

“Pushing Daisy’s…” I repeated them out loud, catching Amatheons attention.

“Today, the last meeting I had with Mr.Yeulet, he warned me that New York is a dog-eat-dog world.” My brows furrowed as his warning replayed in my mind.

“And that I would only end up pushing daisies…”. I continued.

“You don’t think?” I paused, looking at Amatheon, wondering if Mr.Yeulet had the balls to have me killed after accepting my money in hopes of keeping his shares…. He could not be that stupid…. He could be that desperate though. I reasoned to myself… he could have easily mind-linked someone to be ready downstairs.

“I say we find out.” Amatheon lifted his hand to signal for another round. KC holdings had reach in California, I have had to resort to physical means of persuasion before, and being unable to get my own hands dirty, have had to utilize those specific services. But in New York, it was different.

“Excuse me for a minute,” Amatheon announced, pulling me from my thoughts. Before I could protest, he disappeared into the crowd. Our drinks arrived. This time I was sipping slowly, trying to figure out tonight’s events that took place.

“Mate.” I heard my wolf. Her words muffled the outside noise completely.

“No”. Her statement alarmed me to jump to my feet.

“Mate! Mate!”. She desperately shouted in my mind. What are the chances of him being her? Probability? Low, Very low. Was he behind the crash? Was he here looking for me? Trying to finish me off? Lavender filled my surroundings, sparking an urgency in me.

Urgency to get away… The bathroom sigh caught my eye as I searched for a direction to escape to. I pushed through the crowd in the direction of the bathroom. The crowd was thick and one bump after the other obstructed my way. His scent became stronger, he was closing in on me, and I could feel his presence. I finally broke through, the bathroom door in sight. A part of me wanted to look back. I wanted to lay my eyes on him, but I knew if he saw me. If he found me now, all my hard work would have been for nothing.