Sixty Days Of Fire

Plan One

~ OSLINE’S POV

I stood in front of the mirror looking at my reflection as thoughts crowded my mind. I won’t let things happen around here while I am completely oblivious to it.

I have to find out what’s happening and why. It’s one thing is for sure, Jacob has an ex-mate but what's disturbing is how he kept referring to me as “her”. I have no idea if he’s talking about his ex-mate or someone else but I’ll find out.

How though?

Jacob is very secretive. He’s never going to tell me directly if I ask. And I can’t ask Dominic because he already made it clear to me that it’s not his story to tell. And Noah…. He knows nothing.

I pace around the room thinking to myself. How can I do this? How can I find out what exactly is going on? I have a feeling it has something to do with the room Jacob forbade me from going into but I’m not certain about it yet.

As my mind roamed with thoughts I couldn’t handle, I sat on the couch, “What do I do?” I keep asking myself.

I have no idea what to do but I just have to do something right? I have to find out what exactly is going on around here before things get worse for me.

I have less than sixty days which is enough time for me to figure out what exactly I need to do.

Plan one needs to move forward and the first thing to do is….

My brain storms as I think of what to do. Almost immediately, an idea burst into my head.

“Frustrate Jacob into telling me something.”

If Jacob could mention “her” because of anger, I am certain he could mention many more things as well.

And maybe I could use them against him and finally be able to escape this place without waiting for sixty days.

I put my plan into motion as I stepped out of the room. I am certain Jacob is in his study room working on a bunch of Alpha stuff. I’m not used to having an Alpha around me but I do know that they work as hell.

When I got to his office, I knocked on the door and stepped in. His eyes moved to me, he exhales heavily "What do you want Osline?" His tone was harsh

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes "Nothing much, I just wanted to talk to you, see how you’re doing."

He scoffed "I know that’s not what you’re here for so just tell me and let’s get this over with."

I approached him and stood in front of his desk. I was about to go straight to the point and ask him the most needed questions but I didn’t. I don’t want this conversation to go any easier for him.

I faked a smile "Can’t a wife come check on her husband?"

He looked at me questionably, as if he knew I was lying, and he turned away.

"What? Why are you acting like it’s a big deal for me to come check on you? I just want to know how you’re doing." I said faking a smile on my face.

"Whatever you’re planning in your little head Osline, dead it. I’m too busy for this." He said sternly

"You can’t be busy for me. I’m your wife." I teased

He rolls his eyes "Get over yourself."

"Why? Don’t you accept me as a wife or do you have someone else in mind that you believe should be your wife?" I asked. The way he froze told me that I hit the right spot. I just have to keep going.

"Speaking of wife, why did you keep referring to me ‘her’ yesterday?" I pressed further

Still, he was frozen. He didn’t say a thing. A smile danced across my face. I am doing this right. I just have to cross that bridge again. I spoke again "Who were you talking about?"

"It’s none of your business." He said

"It’s my business just tell me. Who were you talking about?" I asked again

Still, he doesn’t respond but I can tell that he’s inching closer to being angry.

A wicked grin spreads across my face, I just have to ask him some more questions and then he’ll spill everything.

"Is it someone from your past?" I asked.

He looked at me, suddenly furious, and then he raked his hand through his hair and was about to speak but I raced him to it when I noticed the dark bruise on his hand. "What happened to you?"

He quickly moved his hand out of my sight as if trying to prevent me from seeing it. "Nothing."

"No, really, you have a fresh dark bruise. What happened?" I asked slightly confused

He hesitated for a moment then he scoffed "The dumb maid spilled hot coffee on me."

"Ohh…. well, I’m sure it was an accident."

He scoffed "Of course she’ll say it’s an accident. What else would she say that it’s purposely?"

"Yeah but whatever, that’s not what I’m here for," I said. I was about to keep talking but he quickly interrupted

"Look Osline, I don’t have your time so just leave okay. Whatever you want to ask, you can ask me some other day but for now, just let me be."

"But.."

"Go." He pointed at the door.

I wanted to protest, refuse to leave but something tells me to just go and maybe come back later today with more tough questions.

"Fine, I’ll go but that doesn’t mean I don’t want answers." I turned around to leave. As I am walking towards the door, I notice a photo frame sitting on the center table faced down. I reached to lift it when suddenly, Jacob growled

"Don’t touch that?"

"Why?" I asked reaching for it but Jacob instantly snapped halting my action

"Don’t touch it and leave right now." He commanded

The way he said it made me feel like he doesn’t want me to see the picture but why? Was it something big he’s hiding?

I need to find out about this.