A/N: You're reading the second book of the series.
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Am I really the Alpha?
"Are you still listening to me?" Clarkson's words cut my thoughts. My left-hand fixes my plugged wireless earphones.
"Yes, yes, Mr. Bailey," I say and chuckle. My feet hurriedly walk around the room while my hand is holding a mug of hot chocolate.
"Aunt Liz told me that your apartment should be clean before we leave," he reminds me.
"I wiped the counter three times this morning. Plus, I vacuumed for like every 30 minutes just to make sure that she'd let me. Aren't those enough? Huh, Mr. Bailey?" I ask and gather all the clothes I'll bring next week on the bed. Lazily, I sit at the center of the bed. "Besides, I'm not a kid anymore!"
"Quit calling me Mr. Bailey!" he whines. "I sound like an old man," I can imagine his pink lips forming a slight pout.
"Alright," a smile forms across my lips. I roll my clothes neatly, just like what I've watched on YouTube, and put it in my luggage. "Mr. Bailey," I tease.
"We'll stay there until you are ready. Don't worry. Werewolves won't bite, okay?" he chuckles.
Yeah, right.
I roll my eyes.
"So, I'll be spending my Christmas break in the Werewolf village?" I stand up. The soles of my feet quickly shuffle downstairs.
"What's a Christmas?"
"Oh, right. You didn't know," my hand reaches for potato chips. "Let's go out later. I'll show you what Christmas is," I go up to continue packing my things.
"Okay."
"What if I'll never be ready?" I stop halfway through rolling my jeans. A few strands of my hair fall loosely on my forehead from my messy bun.
"That's impossible," he answers. "It's not that hard to be in our school. Drawing a real sword with a pen is way harder than slashing a real pen with a sword."
I scoff, "As if it's only about slashing a pen with weapons." My tired hands continue to roll my clothes. I've been cleaning this whole day. I haven't eaten properly. But the emptiness of my stomach contradicts my mind, which is full of thoughts and questions.
What will my tomorrow be like?
Will I be able to fulfill this responsibility?
Why does it have to be me?
Silence.
Clarkson doesn't speak, but he doesn't hang up.
"Clarkson?"
"Hmm?" an image of him tilting his head to the side flashes in my head.
"Do you really think I'm the..."
"Stop doubting yourself, Georgina. Anyway, I'm on my way back to your apartment. I bought human foods."
Human foods.
I chuckle, "Is Saber and Cayden coming?"
"No, they're with Shane, Andrew, and Jeremy. They have to protect them."
Protect them.
Protect them from him.
A sigh escapes my lips.
Him.
"Clark," I call his name once again. My lips hesitate to let my thoughts escape from my mouth.
"Hmm?"
"Do you have... any news about him?"
"None," he quickly responds. "The vampires suddenly became quiet. Maybe they're preparing for their massive attack, or maybe his being interrogated for helping their enemy escape."
"It's been months," I mumble.
"Yeah, it's been months of you staying in our place too. Finally, I'm not returning to the human learning camp anymore," he laughs a bit. I know he's trying to lighten my mood.
"What do you think happened to him?" I bit my lips. My fingers play the hem of my loose blue-and-white checkered shirt.
"I don't know. Maybe lost his position--Oh, sorry."
A female voice follows, "Watch where you're going, kid."
"Or..." he continues.
"Or?"
"Punished. Tortured. Killed."
Killed.
No.
"They can't do that!" I exclaim. I aggressively hit my neatly rolled clothes in my luggage. "He's their Prince."
"But he is a traitor now," he replies casually.
"Uhm--"
"You seem to care, Miss Alpha," he innocently points out. "Remember, he's an enemy. He's your killer."
"I know that. I'm just worried about his acquaintances, especially with Stacey."
"Plus, he saved me. He is the one who hands me to Cayden."
I have no news about them after that night. I kind of felt bad for Stacey. I wonder where she is now. She is also not with them that night. Maybe, Jared didn't want her to get hurt.
Silence.
"I'll be ending the call. I'll go back there."
"M'kay," I answer. I zip the luggage close and stand on my feet. My fingers wrap around its strap and lift it off the bed. Finally, I have the time to eat. I go back to the kitchen while rubbing my neck.
"I have never been this physically exhausted in my life," I mumble. I tiptoe to reach for a carton of cereals. "I didn't even have time to cook for myself," I whisper.
A few knocks on my door echo in my apartment. I stop pouring some milk into the bowl of cereal. I reach for a spoon to mix it.
Clarkson is here!
I internally cheer.
"It's open!" I yell with a smile and grab the bowl.
Again, a series of knocks occur.
Didn't he hear me?
I frown and walk towards the front door with the bowl of cereal in my hand.
"I told you it's open-" My words are cut after seeing a blonde girl in a white blouse and a pair of slacks. Her hands carry a picnic basket.
I hitch my breath, shocked that she's in front of me right now.
"George," her honey eyes meet my emerald onesâa weak smile forms across her pouty lips.
"Stacey," I breathe out. My gaze quickly looks around to check the surroundings.
"I am on my own," she says. "I made sure that I am not being followed."
"Okay," I answer before closing the door.
"Help me," she whispers.
My left hand stops completely closing the door.
"Help me," she repeats. "Just do me a favor, okay?" Tears start falling from her almond eyes. "I don't have anyone anymore," she sniffs. "Jared left me, even Joaquin. They said I should be kept here. Since I'm not one of them. They said-"
She is not one of them?
"What do you mean? You're not a vampire?"
She shakes her head. "I wish I was though. I didn't think this would ever happen to me. Getting abandoned...again."
"Stacey?" a male voice cuts her words.
Stacey and I look to his direction.
Clarkson.
He gets off his motorcycle and removes his white helmet. A frown on his face greets us. "What are you doing here?" He quickly looks around. His long legs take bigger steps. He pushes Stacey inside before locking the door.
"Why are you here?" he whispers as soon as he enters.
"I am not here to cause any harm, okay!" Stacey yells in frustration. She falls to her knees and holds her head. The basket she is carrying lands on her thighs.
"Georgina, I think you should go upstairs," Clarkson says.
I only nod before going upstairs. My hand holds the spoon and starts shoving some cereals that I almost forgot I was holding.
A few minutes passed before I heard knocks on my bedroom door.
"Georgina," I hear Clarkson say.
"Come in."
He enters the room with the basket in his left hand. "Stacey left," his gaze lands on my luggage.
"What did you two talk about?" I curiously ask.
"Well, she asked me if I have some extra money. She said she'd pay me as soon as she got a job.
"Jared left me, even Joaquin. They said I should be kept here since I'm not one of them."
Sigh.
"She said she's not one of them," I say.
He nods. "She also said that to me. She said she is a human." He walks towards the mirror and runs his hand through his hair. "I was surprised when she said that."
"Me too," I say with a nod. "She has that vampire vibe. I don't know," I shrug.
"Also..." he walks towards my bed and puts the basket in front of me. "She gave you this."
"What is this?" I open the basket. A furry creature greets me.
"Meow."
"He is Mr. Tuna," Clarkson continues. He sits in front of me and watches my reaction. "The cat is very important to her. She's giving that to you because she cannot feed him anymore. She said, 'I cannot even feed myself.' Someone gave that to her, but it reminds her of happy memories that make her sad."
Someone.
Maybe Jared.
I shake my head and smile.
My gaze meets the cat's blue eyes. "She named him Tuna?" I ask with a bright smile plastered on my face.
"Well... Yeah," Clarkson nods.
"Hi, Mr. Tuna," I coo. My fingers touch the cat's chin. The tip of my fingers brushes its caramel fur.
"Meow."
"Awww. He looks so cute," I move my gaze to Clarkson.
"Not really," he casually says and looks away.
"Awww, the wolf gets jealous because of the cat," I tease.
"Anyway, the house is clean," he says while looking around. "I just find Aunt Liz funny when she said she won't allow you if the house isn't."
"Do you really think she won't allow you?" Clarkon bites his lip, suppressing a laugh.
"Do you think she's not that crazy to do that?"
"Well, I guess craziness runs in your blood."
I just roll my eyes at him. I shift my gaze to the feline creature in the basket.
"Hi, Tuna," I coo. "We're keeping the cat, right?"
He only gives me a stare.
I raise my eyebrows.
"I don't know."
"Look at him he is cute," I say in a tiny voice.
"We are leaving next week, George."
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George is back!