The Twisted Plan
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RICHARD’S POV:
"I told you that he was a Reject! You could have died you... you i***t!" Lucian growls loudly.
“Died? Yeah, right.” I snicker.
"I was talking to the little s**t, and he’s gone," I ask with amusement. "How is that even possible?”
My mind fills with adrenaline and the thoughts of all the possibilities of what breed he is. “Do you think the boy is another Hekate like Pearl?”
“Pearl can’t disappear like that,” Lucian states in a matter-of-fact tone.
"No, she hasn't, but..." I smirk, "She hasn’t practiced either."
“True,” Lucian says with not much interest.
“Well, wait a minute. That's not right. The Hekate’s are carried by the female bloodline. Whatever he is, he seems mighty powerful, though.”
I look up at the windows at the top of the hill and rub my chin. "Hmmm."
"Just because we are not linked like we used to be, it doesn’t take a genius to know what you are thinking. Richard."
Lucian warns, “You are too power-hungry for your own good. Be careful.”
“Power-hungry? Are you kidding me? Who said anything about being power-hungry?” I smirk.
“Are you serious, Richard? Come on. You have half the pack, hotel, and orphanage. What could you possibly want with this... this, ugh! Child!”
I shake my head and roll my eyes. “You do hear yourself, don’t you, Lucian?” I ask while making my way towards the food hall.
“What now, Richard? I am not in the mood for any of this, to be honest. I would rather take a nap.” Lucian yawns, “You already messed it up for me with getting laid. I have nothing better to do now with my time.”
“That ordeal with Pearl is a teeny, tiny, setback. I am working on fixing it. I have worked too hard at all of this for Charles to win.” I spit on the ground and make my way up the hill.
“What is there to win now? Unless you are going to kill your own brother?”
“Ding! Ding!” I answer with excitement.
“Richard, I am not sure if that is the best idea. It may cause some issues. Not only with the Salaquins but think bigger... things could get out of control pretty quick.”
“It will be fine,” I reassure while marching up the grey marble steps.
“You are an i***t, Richard. You will get yourself killed. Face the facts and let things be!”
“f**k you, Lucian! You are not worried about my plans. You are worried about me getting the two of us killed! Well, it is not about that anymore!”
“Oh, it’s not?” Lucian growls.
“No!” I argue back. “Lucian, I only own half of everything, and I am sick of it! Why can’t I own a whole of something? If you would listen to me for a half a second, we could get a few of these kids, fix them up and brainwash them into helping take over the Salaquins.”
“Oh, and what if that doesn’t work? What if the Salaquins are dedicated to Charles? Did you ever think of that?” Lucian’s voice becomes louder, the closer we come to the orphanage.
“Look. It’s simple. We can take these Rejects and make our own Salaquins. Hmm, a different name would have to be made, of course.”
“You have gone f*****g nuts!” Lucian growls, “You can’t just come in here and grab a few kids and start your pack!”
“Lucian,” I snicker, “they are teens. How hard could it be?”
“Lucian?”
“Silent again, huh? You wait and see. I am right. I know that I am.”
The key to this whole plan is trust. Getting the little shits to trust me will be easy. I will earn their trust, take on a few kids, and get Pearl’s papers and make her mine once and for all.
Fuck. I am getting a hard-on thinking of Pearl again. Yea, I better move things along. Not having a mate around is giving me blue balls. I need a release, and Mrs. Biddleworth isn’t getting a hold of my c**k again. That woman is too much, even for me.
“Mmm. mmm.. mm... This day is looking mighty fine.” I brag while turning the knob to the entranceway.
As the doorknob clicks, a boy screams from the top of his lungs. I plug my fingers in both ears. The ear-splitting sound causes Lucian to moan in pain. He howls out loud while all I do is wait. Finally, the boy stops.
"Wow," I shake my head. "He sure has a good set of lungs on him. I wonder if that is our lovely boy now?"
PEARL’S POV:
The door clicks twice. Once for the office and once for the main lobby leading towards the elevators. My hearing has enhanced since the twins have marked me. I would like to know if I am twice as strong because of the Hekate or because two alphas bit me instead of one. Charles seems to be avoiding going to Second Chance. Why, though? What is it he will find out about me that is worth keeping me? We are mates now. Encouragement and support would be excellent.
What an asshole!
“Did you think he would change that much since you two mated?” Hekara challenges.
“I had high hopes,” I answer wistfully.
Hekara stops and listens. “It’s Pita," she whispers.“We better not keep the little fella waiting. He is very impatient tonight.” We look to his wings, fluttering across the railing.
“I noticed that.” I paused before continuing, “Hekara, I know that Charles is against me leaving, but there are things far more important than if I hurt his feelings or not. What is he going to do, punish me? I would like to see him try. Hell, I might even like it to be honest.”
"Like it? Ugh. What am I going to do with you? Anyway, let’s get going before-"
Pita interrupts and flies through the open window, landing gracefully on top of the bedpost. He settles down and patiently waits while I gather my final few items. I walk over towards the spacious closet and push the new fancy clothes aside.
“Stay right there,” I tell Pita while crawling on my knees towards the back right side. I reach my old set of tattered clothes in the corner. A pair that Charles would not think twice to glance over and move them to the floor. Beneath the clothes is a wooden box with the letters ‘P.W.’ Engraved on the top. I keep my homemade carved dagger inside it, wrapped with the only piece of red velvet cloth that I had from the last home I knew as a child.
The phone buzzes across my nightstand. I hang my head in frustration. “Seriously? I hope he is not checking on me. If he is, I swear he will not have s*x for another week! Maybe even a month!”
By the third buzz, I slide the dagger in my back denim pocket and have made my way back to the phone. Sure enough, Charles’s name is in bright, bold letters flashing across the screen. I look down at myself, knowing moments before he left; I was not wearing jeans or had my hair tied back in a bun.
“We are never going to get out of here!” Hekara fusses, while Pita is bouncing up and down.
“Now what!” I yell and shove the dagger in my dresser.
“Hide under the covers or something!” Hekara warns.
“Good idea!”
I know if I don’t answer by the fourth ring, he will have someone check on me. Pita almost falls off the bedpost but lands gracefully on the floor. I scamper across the room and flop onto the bed, messing my hair up just in time to answer the phone. “Yes?” I respond as calmly as possible.
“Were you sleeping?” Charles asks with doubt in his voice.
“Charles, did you call just to check and see if I am really home or not?”
“I did,” Charles says nonchalantly, while several horns are in the background.
“I knew it!” Hekara fusses.
“You have got to be kidding me! You-you, asshole! Why are you always following me and checking on me! What the hell, Charles!”
“Pearl, I have a right to know if you are safe. You are my mate now. I need to know you are home where you belong.”
“Dammit, Charles! You did this before we were mates! And where I belong? Ooooh- no! Don’t you even start that f*****g s**t with me!”
“Pearl.” Charles’s voice is still calm, but I can detect the shift in his tone.
“What!” I snap through my clamped teeth.
“Why are you wearing your day clothes?”
“Day clothes?” I look down and realize he can see that I am not wearing my pajamas anymore.
My eyes shift to golden amber, then to a glowing purple. I blink several times watching the colors reflect against my skin while I gather a few things.
“Pearl, what are you doing?” Charles asks in a warning tone.
The tips of my nails shift to pitch-black while sharp pearly white fangs pop from the corners of my parted lips. I pop my neck, allowing the tension to flow away. Pita flies from the floor and lands proudly on my shoulder.
“Pearl, answer me,” Charles demands, while several more horns honk, followed by screeching tires.
One last time, I look out the window then back to Charles. His deep chestnut brown eyes are glowing amber, shadowing the three prominent slashes above his eye.
“The same thing as you,” I say in a cold tone. “Going out.”
"Pearl, don’t you da-"
I am sure he was about to say more, but I don’t listen. I hang up the phone and climb onto the balcony where there is a fire escape step and twelve floors down.
"We could just break the locks on the bedroom door instead of you jumping every time?" Hekara offers.
“What’s the fun in that?” I challenge while looking for a landing spot.
“I guess you’re right, but my ass is taking over when we hit the ground. I am ready to spread my legs and run!”
“That’s a deal! Besides, Charles has slowed us down long enough. It is time to see what Pita wants.”
“Agree!”
“Let’s go!”
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