Twice Tempted: Between Two Alphas (Mia and Cameron) novel Chapter 41

Chapter Forty-One

I wake up. I’m sprawled on the floor and panting. Eric and Cameron are trying to calm me down.

Nala growls at them.

“Mia!”

I snap at their hands and trot out of their grasps.

“Mia!”

“Wait!

I ignore their calls for me to stop.

“What did you see?” Dr. Glass asks. She blocks the door. Her eyes are sharp and knowing and I hate that this woman forced me to confront things I did not want to see.

I shift back to human.

I pause and turn back to the room. I take in Ashley where she lies, lifeless. Dr. Lee with his crunched brows and worried frown. Cam and Eric…they look indignant. Like how dare I walk away from them. How dare I not sit there like a good dog and do whatever they say.

Fuck that.

“I’m not going to talk about it,” I tell them all. “Don’t bother asking.”

I haven’t pledged myself to either male.

They can’t make me talk.

I don’t belong to either pack–their Alpha powers won’t work on me.

Eric growls.

Right now I need answers… and there is only one person who can give them to me.

“She’ll calm down,” I hear Cameron say as I push out the double doors.

Not likely.

I storm down the hallway.

There’s a storage room off the main corridor and I grab a towel from the shelf and wrap it around my body. It’s not a replacement for my clothes, but I’ve been on display enough for one day, and just this little bit of modesty goes miles for making me feel less vulnerable.

I skirt around the back of the building, and avoid the square. I enter the main packhouse where my father used to reside and take the back hallways to reach the stairwell.

Ashley’s face is burned in my mind. The shapes of her features, the cut of her jaw.

With her height and graceful features, I don’t quite see the similarities. But on closer inspection, we have the same brows and chin. The same high cheeks. Our eyes have the same shape but are different colors. I still can’t believe that she could be my sister. But I’m not really sure why she’d lie to me.

Maybe just to mess with me?

And she’d said, ‘an eye for an eye.’

But if my–our–mother is indeed some kind of seer that gave a false prophecy that led to her downfall…

I’m not sure I can even blame her.

She lost…everything.

I tuck the towel tighter around my torso before jogging up the three flights of stairs. My feet don’t make much noise on the carpeted treads, and for the most part, the main house is silent.

Some servant is vacuuming in a distant part of the house and there is the loud tumble of clothes in a dryer. But I’m not focused on those domestic chores, it’s the other sounds I’m distinctly listening for. To sense if Eric or Cameron will follow, or worse, if they’d send some underling to do their dirty work for them.

Thankfully, neither dares.

They must know I’m really upset and if they forced their will, the damage would be irreparable. I’m no pack’s puppet. And regardless of what I might feel, I can’t be used or manipulated.

Not anymore.

My steps are heavy as I approach my dad’s old room. He has a new house now, I know, likely since Ashley moved in here.