Going Against the Alpha

Chapter 12-Retreat

Third Person POV

However, I get the feeling he is holding back on his real plans. But if he doesn’t want to tell me just yet, I’m not going to pry. I understand if he doesn’t trust me. Seeing as I am double crossing my current partner. Sir, I must warn you. The spell that you are requesting me to do is weaker than the original one. It will also cause the other one to weaken as well. If she were ever to meet her real mate, the spell would be weakened even more, and the closer she were to get to him, the easier it would be for both to be broken.

I do not understand why you really need the second one. All you need to do is claim her as yours, and you will not need to worry about her mate. She will be yours. He rolls his eyes at me and says, “I got it. Don’t let her near any unmated males until after I have claimed her. He scoffs and heads for the door. Wait, I yell, what day do you need this done on? As he leaves the crappie hotel room, he says, “On Thursday at midnight.” 

Hmmm… Well, that did not go as I planned. I was supposed to find out who I was going to be working with. Yeah, I may have met him and know what he looks like. But I still have no clue who he is. Or what his real plan is. Oh well, as long as he brings alpha John down, that is all that matters. The Bas**d is finally going to get what is coming to him. If this doesn’t work, I can always go to plan B. A small smile creeps onto my face as I realize I no longer have to meet with the alpha's creepy middleman. I would much rather meet with the alpha. I know I should be more scared of the alpha, but that other man makes my skin crawl and not in a good way. It feels like when I meet with him; he is stalking out his prey or something. 

I guess since I do not have a name for this alpha, I’ll call him alpha A as in plan A. I chuckle to myself. Suddenly the door goes flying open. My eyes get big, and my heart starts to race. My smile is now completely gone from my face, and so is the good mood I was beginning to be in. “It is past time to go! I have other things to do besides wait to take you back.” His cold voice makes it feels like the temperature in the room drop 20 degrees. Looks like I got ahead of myself. I forgot he was how I had gotten here.

Claudette’ POV

I can not wait for tonight! It is all I have thought about since our mother told us that our father approved for there to be one dinner instead of many dates. I still can’t believe I was able to get my parents to change their minds. It is going to be so much easier now. Not to mention Kamila will be there if I need her. I know I would do the same if roles were reversed. “Claudette, do you need any help getting ready?” No, not yet. Mom, I will let you know when I put on my dress. I will need you to help me zip it up.

Ever since Kamila found her mate and our parents switch their idea to one dinner, they have been in such a better mood. On Sunday, mom surprised us with a mini restoration stay at the Spa. Kamila, Mom, and I got to stay there for two days. It was a girls-only event they were hosting. Which was perfect because I didn’t want to see Kamila all smooched up with Denver. I’ll get use to it one day, but I’m not there yet. We had never had a spa day before, let alone a two-day stay.

 On the first day there, we started with facials and mani-pedis. Kamila chose a light pink color for her fingernails and a French tip for her toes. I went with a deep cherry red color for both. I had my nails shaped into an almond shape. I think that is what the girl that worked there called it. Kamila didn’t get her nails shaped like anything because she said, “she tends to bit them. So, no need for them to waste their time.” After we got to go to the botanical garden to relax, I couldn’t believe it, but our mom let us have a glass of champagne. It was such a relaxing day.

The next day was a little more taxing. I did not realize that going to a spa could be stressful. Mostly since our first day was so relaxing. Our mother made all the arrangements. When we arrived on the second day, they took us into separate rooms. I was told to get undress and handed a robe. It was a dark gray color. It was so fluffy and soft. I am expecting it to be a lot like the first day, but boy was I wrong. Our mom scheduled us to have our hair done, which wasn't that bad, but next came waxing. I have had my eyebrows waxed before but waxing down there. 

Now that is another story. I guess the lady was used to people coming in and getting that done because she went straight to work. She walked in, introduced herself, and then the next thing I know, she was down between my legs, putting hot wax on me. Before she pulled off the strip, she said, “you may hate me and want to punch me in the face. But you will thank me when you are with your mate.” She then smiled, winked at me, and pulled.