Chapter 14— The Grand Wing.
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Chapter 14— The Grand Wing.
KYRA
"You didn't know?" Her eyes widened. "Everyone on the Alpha list will not only get their sentences reduced, but the top five hardest-working will get their sentences terminated. They will be completely free. No longer servants."
I stared at her, the pieces clicking together slowly. So that was why everyone had looked so eager to please. So determined.
"And those who don't make the top five?" I asked.
She shook her head. "They will serve the pack forever." She opened her mouth and then swallowed. "It's worse. People make fun of them. It's better not to make the list than to make the list and fail."
Now I know the reason Tristan had added me to the list. He knew I wasn't going to make it. This was just his way of dangling hope and freedom under my nose when I wasn't even close to it.
If I'd learned anything since being here, it's that that man would do anything to remind me that he owns me now.
I glanced back at my portion and nodded. I wasn't going to make it.
"Or you make it and show him that he doesn't know you that well," my wolf suggested. She had been extremely content three days ago. Hyper and happy, always trying to fill my head with images of Tristan and me, which I continuously kept on blocking.
"I'm a prisoner here. What does it matter?" I shrugged.
Maddy shook her head. "Nope, not for long. I'm not letting that happen. You saved my sister's life once. Now it's time I repaid that favor. I will work twice as hard to make sure you and I make the top five."
I opened my mouth to speak when a guard stepped in, his gaze landing squarely on me.
"Alpha Tristan requests your presence in the Grand Wing after you're done with your duties."
Maddy's mouth fell open before she let out an excited squeal. "The Grand wing? No way."
"No one is allowed there except for Amanda and her assistant! And only because they are assigned to clean."
I raised a brow, unmoved. "So that means..."
She nudged me lightly, a full-blown smile on her face. "Our Alpha..."
"Not my Alpha." I interrupted quickly before she even completed her words.
She rolled her eyes but grinned anyway. "Whatever. Alpha Tristan is definitely softening toward you. Otherwise, he wouldn't want you anywhere near his wing. Trust me, Kyra, no one gets summoned up there unless they matter."
I shook my head. Very far from it. "I don't matter. He's not softening toward me. It's far from that, trust me."
She gasped like I was unbelievable. "Far from that? That handsome walking god is your mate. I'd jump on him the first day, girl."
"Like you don't know our history. Besides, if I know Tristan correctly, he's summoning me for something far different."
"You know what?" She rolled her eyes and collected the rag from me. "Go meet your hot stuff and find what he wants."
I tried to resist, but she wouldn't budge.
"I'm going to be done before you know it, and Amanda won't suspect a thing. Now go." She pushed me to the door.
I sighed, finally giving in. "Which way is the Grand Wing again?"
"Take north. That tall lone building is the Grand Wing; you will know it when you see it." Then she pushed me out.
It wasn't difficult to locate the grand wing since it stood out just like Maddy had said. The intimidating structure stood before me like a predator.
My pulse thumped in my ears as Maddy's words replayed in my head. I swallowed hard and reached for the carved double doors, then knocked softly.
No answer.
I frowned, then tried again, this time firmer, but it was still the same thing. No answer.
My throat tightened. Was this some kind of game? Drag me across the pack house, only to leave me standing by his door like a fool.
I bet he was having fun seeing me shiver at the foot of his door in this cold.
I knocked for the third time, and when there was no reply, I pushed the door. It caved open with surprising ease as if someone—Tristan had been waiting for my arrival.
"Tristan," I called, cautiously hoping not to fall in whatever trap he might have set up.
My eyes took in the extravagant living room. There were pictures of Tristan in his early years hanging on the wall.
Some in a varsity jacket, some with friends, and others with a female who was in every picture. She had one of the prettiest smiles I've ever seen. Her eyes are a beautiful hazel.
My eyes moved from one picture to the other until they landed on one. Tristan was smiling wildly, eyes closed with his lips pressed against hers.
She was dressed in a pretty white dress, a tiara on her head. Her hand lifted toward the camera to show a gigantic ring.
Their wedding picture.
So this was his mate?
I swallowed the heavy lump that had formed in my throat and called, "Okay, Tristan, I do not have the time for this." I knew he was in here somewhere. I could smell him, feel the relentless thrum of the bond tugging.
I followed the bond to where I sensed him the most.
I stopped at a closed door. I could sense him here. A part of me was skeptical. What if this was a prank of his? One he could use to punish me?
Well, I wouldn't know if I didn't get in. I pushed the door open. "Tristan..." I stopped mid-way and froze.
Tristan stood in the center of the room, a towel hanging low around his waist. One hand was wrapped around Callie's waist, the other at the side of her face as she pressed against him, her lips molded to his.
Her shirt was gone, her pale skin flushed as they broke apart. For a second, I couldn't move, couldn't speak, just taking the image in front of me.
Tristan looked at me with annoyance blazing in his eyes. "What the f**k are you doing here?"
I didn't bother with his question. Because my eyes rested on a smirking Callie.
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