My Lord Alpha

Safe House

What an unexpected event.

Rojan thought to himself as he punched some codes into the security gadget at the gate of the house. He really did not like it when things did not go as planned. He was just supposed to meet Bernice, give her the money, get the statement of account, and return back home. As simple as ABC.

Now things had gotten complicated.

The presence of the Satyrs at her apartment had just one indication. Waylon Wyatt was now after her too, since he had failed at taking Candice through the siren. It seemed he had not expected any resistance if he had sent satyrs to do the job, it was supposed to be an easy kidnapping. Too bad for them that he had to be present at the time.

Satyrs were a hybrid creature of both goat and man in their true form. They were known for their hedonic and raucous s****l nature, and they usually indulged human women using cheap magic spells to cloak their goatish features, but their smell usually gave them away. As a werewolf with heightened senses, their smell was foul and repulsive. A stomach-wrenching odor.

He had easily deposed of them, but he could not let her remain at her apartment. Waylon was not known for easily conceding defeat, he would send more men after her. For now, he had to take her somewhere safe, report the ordeal to his Alpha, and wait for his next instructions.

The gate smartly unlocked and slid open, he drove into the compound, screeching to a halt in front of large steps leading to the entrance of the house. He spared a glance sideways at her, she seemed to be gazing ahead lost in thought.

All through the forty-five-minute drive from her apartment, which was in the heart of the city, to this house which was on the outskirts of the city, she had been silent. The house was tucked far away from neighbors, any other residential houses were not in view for about five kilometers. Tall trees lined the surroundings around them, and a tall brick fence marked the property boundaries, which was two acres of land.

Rojan alighted from the car, taking the briefcase with him, he ascended up the steps to the door porch. She followed behind him, walking briskly to match his long strides. She was still wearing her towel, knotted tightly around her chest. He had put his jacket around her before they left her apartment.

Her raven black had dried up from the night breeze and was in total disarray, she wore flip-flops on her feet. Despite her disheveled appearance, she was still beautiful. She was five foot eight inches, tall but slender with a curvy build. A scattering of freckles dotted her nose, below her chin, down across her fair chest. Her cheekbones were delicately squared with clear blue eyes blinking up at him, searching him at intervals. Her skin was pale with a soft luscious look to it.

He quickly cleared his wandering thoughts and imputed another code in the door security lock. The door beeped twice and cracked open, he walked in, bringing down the circuit breaker, light flooded the house.

"Wow, this is luxurious," Bernice cooed at the sight.

The house was a spacious four-bedroom duplex, with a fireplace, an open-concept kitchen, a vaulted ceiling, and transparent glass walls that showed a beautiful pool outdoors with a tiki bar. Colorful lights flashed throughout the house highlighting the luxurious decorations.

Rojan tried to view the place through her eyes and it was having no effect on him. Perhaps for him, it was normal, but for someone who lived in her five hundred square feet one-bedroom studio apartment, it must look like one of the Beverly Hills mansions.

"Who owns this house?" she said going to touch a collection of swords that was proudly displayed on the wall over the fireplace.

"it's one of the houses I own on the earth plane, I make use of it when I travel in these parts…do not touch that!" he cautioned her.

"Houses? Oh, I see," She quickly snatched her hand back from the sword display.

She nodded, going to take a seat on a large white L-shaped sofa.

The place fell silent, the large clock on the wall ticking loudly.

Tick tock, tick tock.

Rojan folded his arms across his chest "Why are you not asking anything? You can ask me what you are obviously dying to know,"

"What would that be?" she raised her eyebrows, feigning ignorance.

"I know you peeked through your blindfold," he stated simply.

"Oh, you mean the three men you murdered on the floor of my living room? I don't want to know," she said averting her eyes.

"You do not?" He asked surprised.

"I don't want to be an accessory to your crime, the less I know the better. Isn't that why you blindfolded me so I would not see it?"

"But you did see it," he pointed out.

"That's why I am not asking any questions, I am clever that way. So, you won't have to tell me, then kill me," she replied.