Chapter 13
Samara could not take it anymore. She stared at the letter for hours as the curiosity ate her up to the extent that she began pacing around and biting her fingernails nervously. Samara needed to know what it contained, but Alpha Walden would not be back until tomorrow.
No, she could not wait until then and needed to know what the letter said now! But if she opened it before he came, Alpha Walden would know because she had broken the seal. Oh well, she would cross that bridge when she got there. After all, he would only be mad at her for a second. In fact, he would forget all about his anger after receiving a good blowjob from her.
She took the scroll in her hand and broke the seal, unwrapping the paper to reveal its content. Anger burned through her after reading the message meant for Alpha Walden. "So, the Lotus Princess is still alive, after all! Not only that, but she also remains as a prisoner in the Silver Pack and expects that Walden will come to save her!"
She then hurried over to her drawer, fumbling for something inside the shelves with her other hand. "I'll be damned if I ever let Walden see this letter! DAMNED!"
Finally finding what she was looking for, she smirked and held out the paper in the flames of the lighter she had turned on. She watched as the white paper gradually turned to ashes dropping to the ground until nothing was left. "Sorry, dear princess, but I'm afraid Alpha Walden won't be coming to rescue you."
***
Messenger Stanley spent the greater part of the night traveling from the Night Shadow's territory back to the Silver Pack. It was already morning when he arrived in his small tortoise car. It had been a rough two nights for him just to deliver the message, but at least it was over. Now, all that was left to do was to inform the Alpha.
He met Beta Renard passing by on his way back inside, and the Beta stopped upon seeing him. "Messenger Stanley, how did it go at the Night Shadow Pack?"
"Everything went well, sire. All that's left is to inform the Alpha that the message has been successfully delivered."
"Hmm, are you sure you met with Alpha Walden and that you gave it to him by hand?"
Messenger Stanley replied as he fidgeted, "Uhm y-yes, sire."
When Beta Renard saw how shaky Messenger Stanley was, he could not help but look at him suspiciously. "What did he say after you gave him the letter?"
"Uhm, he seemed surprised, sire, since you know, other packs hardly receive any messages from us. It seemed strange for him to receive a letter from the Silver Pack's Alpha out of the blue."
The suspicious look disappeared on Renard's face as it cleared his doubts. "I suppose so. However, this prisoner is different, and ordinarily, the Alpha would never do such a thing. Just this once, he decided to make an exception."
"Yes, that's very thoughtful of him, sire."
"Let me not delay you any further. The Alpha needs to know that Alpha Walden has gotten his message. He should be awake by now, and remember, one knock is enough."
"Yes, sire." Stanley nodded. Of course, no one would ever forget the one-knock rule in the Silver Pack, for it would be foolish to do so.
***
"Come in," Alpha Damian responded to the knock on his door like he had been waiting for it. He got up from his bed and put on his robe before meeting the guest.
"Good morning, sire." Stanley bowed.
"Good morning, Stanley. How was your journey?"
"Rough, sire."
Alpha Damian smirked and said, "I like your response. Sorry about that, but at least it was for a purpose. If it turns out to be successful, then Miranda's life will be saved. Were you able to deliver the message I sent?"
"Yes, sire, I was."
He raised a brow and asked, "Are you sure that Alpha Walden received it by hand?"
"Y-yes, sire. I gave it to him myself."
Damian nodded. "Good, and thank you, Stanley. You're beginning to prove yourself so well."
"Thank you, sire."
"You may go now, and before you do, find the keeper. Let her know that I'll be seeing Miranda this morning."
"Yes, sire." The messenger bowed one more time before he left.
***
Two days later
Walden still had not come. It had been two days since he received the letter, yet he still had not come. Miranda was worried. She could not sleep, for tomorrow was the last day. Tonight might probably be her last here. Miranda felt so choked up in this room even though it was a lovely space. A breeze was coming in through the window, but it felt as if it was not enough. She tumbled with the sheets for hours before finally giving up on sleep.
She got up from the bed, put on her robe to cover her nightdress, and wore her slippers. Maybe some fresh air outside would help. She left her room and went through the halls to the nearest courtyard, taking a seat on one of the benches. The night was quiet, and with a calm evening breeze, it felt so much better here. How she wished she could just forget everything.
She had stayed there for about an hour before she suddenly looked up and spotted a silhouette on the highest balcony. Even though it was so high up, her clear eyesight did not allow her to mistake who it was. The fact that the balcony belonged to the Alpha's chambers confirmed it too.
Alpha Damian was gazing down at her from his veranda. How long had he been there? From the look on his face, Miranda did not need anyone to tell her that he had the same problem as she did―getting some sleep.
Why did his heart tug whenever he saw her? Why did he show her mercy that first day, and why could he not bear the thought of her sleeping all alone in that cold, empty cell? Why did he grant her favors he had never thought of giving in years? Was it because he had been in the situation before? He needed help, but no one was willing to help him.
Now, this girl claimed to be a princess. He had been watching her from his veranda, but he did not know that she had caught him already. As soon as he noticed her staring back at him, he quickly looked away and walked back to his room, pretending as if she was not there.
Miranda was relieved that he had gone back inside, but she could not help but wonder why he spent so much time watching her. Also, what else was this strange feeling in her heart? Was it a disappointment? Was she disappointed that he left the moment she caught him staring at her?