Rescued By The Beta

Chapter 10

CLAIRE

I waited until the household retired for the night and then waited again for the night patrol guards to make their grounds before quietly slipping out of my room with one goal in mind.

Several dimmed lights illuminated the passage, making me do a double-take to make sure I was in the clear before I made my way to Jet’s study. Although, the practical thing to do is wait until I earn their thrust but time wasn’t on my side.

Every minute that tickles by was a minute wasted, Gianna could be out there, wreaking havoc on innocent lives the longer she’s out there or worse finding a way to bring me back to the council.

Gianna aside, if anyone was actively looking for a way to get me back under the Council’s control then it’s likely Heather. One thing I have learned and has been constant about the council is the fact that they don’t give up.

If they cannot get you to join them, they simply haunt you for the rest of your life. Jet being the case of study.

I tried the door, surprised to find out it was unlocked. Twisting the knob, I went inside, shutting the door behind me. Everything was exactly how I remembered—except for minor changes like how there are additional cabinets in the room and a new computer monitor that’s bigger than the previous one.

While the computer would be facing whoever was operating it, the monitor is turned toward the person on the other side of the desk, meaning they can view whatever that was being displayed.

Pushing all distractions aside, I started my search, going through drawers, the new cabinet, then the old one. Frustration crawled at my guts when I couldn’t find anything relating to the council.

Scratching my head, I paused trying to picture where I would hide top secret documents if I was Jet. My mind went to the computer but immediately disregarded it, despite how we’ve technologically advanced, the pack still operates with written commands.

Suddenly it hit me! The reason why I couldn’t find anything on the council was because Jet and Hunter hid them months ago when Freya was caught snooping, and found the records Jet kept of her so in order to make sure no one else stumbled across what they shouldn’t, they moved the location of the safe.

Once again the human pest ruins everything! Annoyed and frustrated, I turned to leave but halted when I heard a sound. Concentrating hard on the sound, I figured out a few seconds later that it was footsteps belonging to the guards who were making rounds again.

Not wanting to risk being discovered by them, I dropped to my knees, hiding behind the large wooden desk until the footsteps faded into the distance. Once they were gone, I poke my head through the door, darting a glance up and down the passage before stepping out.

By morning, my anger had somewhat eased thanks to a good night's sleep. After getting ready for the day, I went out with the sole purpose of finding out who else knew the location of the safe aside from Jet.

As I stepped into the ground floor, I could sense the servant's curious eyes on him. Anytime I turn my full gaze on them, they go back to pretending they were deeply concentrated on their chores. I ignored them, walking past the entrance guards and stepping into the morning sunlight for the first time in a long time really.

Back at the institute, my cell had no window, no one could tell what time of the day it was except on occasion when they open the small window in the dining hall, allowing you to glimpse a few minutes of your environment.

Locking eyes with the Beta mansion, one thing I loved about Rosewood was the community aspect, but right now I couldn’t even enjoy the beauty of it especially when a foreign scent hit my nose…humans!

With anger stirring up inside me, I hurried down the steps, almost bumping into someone. Pausing for a second, I made to continue like nothing happened but Camille cut in front of me.

“Claire…I mean, Flaire. What are you doing out here? Do you need anything?” She asked, sounding a bit breathless.

Frowning, I regard her. “Are you prepared to give me anything I need? If not then get out of my way.” I tried to leave but she moved again.

“Not really but I could ask the servant.” She chuckled. “I was only asking because the doctor confined you to a week of bed rest, you aren’t supposed to be…” her voice faltered, following the direction of my eyes, she cracked a smile.

“I see, you want to visit them? Make sense. You were the one in charge of seeing to their welfare after your accident.”

Being reminded of that was like a knife to my chest. Despite how angry and bitter I was feeling inside, I plastered a smile to my face.

“Which reminds me, where is the human—I meant Freya and Kale? I have seen everyone else beside them. That might contribute to why Jet is being grumpier than usual huh?” I tried to insert some cheerful tone into my voice.

Her entire face changed at the mention of the human which piqued my interest. However, it makes sense for Camille not to like her—to be fair everyone has a reason not to like her. But they were getting along unless something happened between them in my absence.

All thought about the humans in the Beta mansion disappeared from my mind because whatever she feels toward the human can be useful to me. Hoping to put her at ease, I reached out to help carry some stuff she was holding.

“What are these for?” I asked, briefly scanning through the documents.

“Oh, I’m reviewing resumes of people who are applying to work at the Beta mansion. Jet and Hunter are busy with tracking down Heather and Dr. Gianna I believe, Trisha is focusing on awakening her abilities and since Freya isn’t around, that falls on me.”

“Speaking of Freya, her mother’s anniversary came up so she left with Kale and Hazel in attendance to that, she should be coming back anytime soon.” Camille responded.

Going back into the house, I searched my mind for how to bring up the topic of whatever bad feelings she had toward Freya without arousing her suspensions.

“So Freya…how is she handling things in my absence?” I asked, frowning when she opened a door to a room I don’t remember being there.

The room revealed an office space that’s very different from Jet’s or the one Hunter has at the Beta mansion. Stepping deeper into the room as I take in the computer on the desk, keyboard, printers. They were stashes of blank white papers and some with words already typed on it.

There’s a second reading table that’s stacked with newspaper, magazine and books from the castle library. Reaching for one of the books, I read the title on the cover ‘discovering werewolves’

Camille dropped the resumes, making me jump a little. Wanting to see what I was so engrossed in, she came to stand beside me, taking a peak at the book in my hand.

“Is this what I think it is? A writer’s study?” I asked, my eyes going back to the printer once more.

“Oh yes! This is Freya’s study. She and Jet have an understanding that aside from handling her Luna duties, she doesn’t belong in the field with the others. The last time she went on a mission with Jet and the rest, she had nightmares for days, I think that traumatized her.”

Her tone was sympathetic, affectionate even which confused me because earlier I could sense the anger in her words when she asked her about the human earlier.

The human thinking she doesn’t belong there fighting with the rest of us doesn’t surprise me, she’s a weak feeble individual who does not belong in our world. While she wants to stay here cozed up in her bubbled world, the rest of us should go out there risking our lives?

I scoffed, dropping the book. That sounds like something a human would do! I paused as my mind drifted to the council and how their patterns fit what I just described.

We don’t know who the council are because they kept sending their soldiers while they hid their heads. First it was a pack of rogues, then Sophie, Dean, Heather, Gianna and the list goes on!

“Of course.” I grits out, realizing I have been quiet for too long. “I’m glad she has a place to hide while the rest of us go out there and risk our lives.”

The longer I stayed in the room, the more nauseous I felt. Fortunately, luck seemed to be on my side because I walked right into Hunter.

I held eye contact with him, seeing the feelings he still had for me reflecting in his eyes. Poor guy, hopefully he will forgive me for what I’m about to do, for what I must do…!