Chapter 8
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Killian's pov
I don't think I had a lot of expectations for my Monday morning, the plan as usual was to go through the motions ,convince everyone I was all right long enough before I dipped out of the General packhouse.
That was until I received an unexpected call from Martha.
"Clara's missing," She said in a panic, "I told her to wait for me in the fruit aisle but she's gone,"
Martha's words took a couple of seconds to fully register inside my head . By the time they did, I was standing up to my feet in an instant, "What do you mean... missing? What did she run away from? She is a full-grown woman in a busy supermarket, and kidnapping her without making a fuss would be no easy task,"
"Congratulations, you finally chased her away!" Rex came at me without any hesitation as I was pacing around from one side of my office to the other. "We almost had something this morning but you had to go ahead and make it all awkward" Rex had never been this upset with me before, but now he was pouting and prancing around in my mind complaining in more ways than one about how I had ruined a perfectly good opportunity.
"Rex, I would have gone all the way with her if it wasn't for Martha showing up and that would have been a big mistake, don't you understand that as alpha I have my responsibilities and–"
"Excuses! Excuses!!" He wouldn't let me finish, "admit it, you're just scared it's going to happen again, aren't you?"
"What if I am? I have nothing to lose from being cautious and not making a fool of myself again...If she decides to run away because she's uncomfortable or because she found the work too demanding , then maybe that's the best choice scenario for the both of us..." I laid it out logically, and Rex just gave me the cold shoulder and the silent treatment, refusing to exchange words with me anymore.
I found my way back to my swivel chair and told Martha to keep looking, and if she got tired, then she could just go home, and I would begin preparations for hiring a new maid. With my back leaned against my swivel chair, I tried to think of all the disadvantages and all the mistakes she had made from only her first day of work. They were plenty; she was clumsy and often needed things to be spelled out for her. Not only that, but her lips are too distracting and...how the heck did my mind divert there?!
I gripped the arms of my chair, fine fine I should stop fighting myself, she's attractive so what? I could walk out into the streets right now and find a dozen other more attractive women, that was nothing rare, but I would easily walk past them without sparing them a second glance.
But this maid, a simple Omega, had been confusing me from the moment I laid eyes on her. The flood of perverse thoughts hit me with an intensity I couldn’t ignore, yet I found myself as intrigued as ever when faced with this woman.
Indeed... It would be better if she just left on her own.
This was just a problem solving itself and I should be relieved. Yet...for some reason I wasn't.
I decided to distract myself, looking through the records of today's meeting, but nothing was working. Just then I heard my phone ring, and I swept it up, raising it to my ear.
"Martha, what happened? Did you find her?"
"Well, sir... Yes and no,"
I raised an eyebrow even though Martha couldn't see me, "Martha, you know I don't like beating around the bush, have you found her or not? Both of them can't be true at the same time,"
"Sir, I can't explain everything right now over the phone. Please forgive me. Just come to this address. I am going to send it to you right now."
I ended the call. A few seconds later my phone beeped, a new message popping up. The address when put on my Google maps showed a police station. Suddenly, all my plans to remain unbothered, crumbled like a stack of cards as I grabbed my suit jacket and stormed my way out of the general pack house, driving over to the police station. I arrived at the police station, smelling how heavy and tense the air was before I stepped in. Immediately, I was on guard. The officers who recognized me immediately bowed and showed their respects, prompting others to do the same, but I wasn't interested in formalities or anything of the sort.
My eyes swept across the room, looking for Martha until I saw her speaking to an officer. Her hair tangled, like a bird's nest and her clothes ruffled. Behind the officer, was an unfamiliar man who stood rigidly, heatedly throwing words at my headmaid.
I walked over letting my presence be known, everyone immediately turned their heads over to me. I cleared my throat demanding to know what exactly was going on, right now .
"And who the hell are you?" The officer who was arguing with Martha said, "this doesn't concern you at all, so why don't you step out of the way and stop being a busy body? Or do you have nothing better to do?"
I couldn’t think of anyone with less situational awareness than the idiots in front of me. Ignoring him, I turned to Martha, prompting her to explain.
At first, Madam Martha hesitated, fear flickering in her eyes as if she expected me to cast blame. But one glance from me told her otherwise. Her years of unwavering service had already earned my forgiveness for this slip. No one is above mistakes, and if I would pardon anyone, it would be her.
"Well alpha Killian it all started after I left Clara to get some Greek yogurt..."
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