Chapter Three
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Flora's POV:
“The Grim Reaper.” He replied.
I looked up once again at the unfamiliar ceiling above me, then at the man standing a few feets away from me.
“Are you really the Grim Reaper?” I asked, scared.
“Unfortunately for both of us, I’m not the Grim Reaper.” He said, smirking. “But you’re alive.” He added, glancing at me over his shoulder. “Thanks to my scout who found you before the rogues killed you.”
I stared at him blankly, trying to piece together what the hell had happened.
“Where… am I?” I whispered.
He turned to face me fully now, stepping closer, hands clasped behind his back like some kind of war general. “Safe. For now.”
There was a beat of silence before he cleared his throat. “I’m Leo, Alpha of Bloodhound Pack.”
Bloodhound?
My brain scrambled to catch up with everything. I’d heard of them—of him.
They were the kind of pack others whispered about but never dared to cross. And their Alpha… he was supposed to be cold, dangerous, and unpredictable.
I tried to sit up straighter, ignoring the throb in my side. “Why would you help me?”
He smirked at that. “Because you’re useful, Flora.”
“I know that you are the Ex-Luna of Midnight Pack.” He said. “The sweet little wife who kept the books in order, managed the Pack funds, hosted banquets while your Mate was out screwing your little sister. And yet... you still didn’t give him an heir.”
His words landed like open-handed slaps. He didn’t sugarcoat anything, just laid it all bare.
I swallowed hard. “How do you know all that?”
“I make it my business to know the faults of my enemies, And Valen is an enemy.” He said casually. “Your betrayal makes you interesting, and your fall from grace? Even more so.”
He took a slow step toward the bed.
“So here’s the offer.” He said. “Help me ruin him. I want everything stripped from him—his throne, his dignity, his pride. You help me, and you get your revenge too. On him… and on Bailey.”
Bailey.
Her name still felt like vinegar on my tongue. I thought of her laughing behind my back, stealing everything I held dear and then pretending it was all just fate.
It should’ve been a tempting offer, but I wasn’t ready for another Alpha.
I shook my head slowly. “I need time.” I exhaled. “Please. I just… I need to think.”
His gaze didn’t soften. If anything, he looked amused. But he nodded once.
“One night. That’s all you get.”
I didn’t sleep that night. I laid still on the bed, listening to the crickets outside, until I heard footsteps fade away from the door.
Then I rushed to my bag that sat in the corner, and with trembling fingers I dug through everything just to confirm that it was all there.
After that, I slipped out of the room.
Luckily, the door wasn't locked and there were no guards stationed outside either.
Either Leo was arrogant, or he didn’t think I’d dare.
But I did.
I slipped out of the building, using the same format I used while running out of Midnight Pack.
I was able to hail a cab, and when I reached my destination I paid the driver and stormed out. I didn’t stop running, until I was pounding on a familiar door at sunrise.
It opened a c***k, then all the way. “Flora? Holy hell, you look like s**t!”
Kiran, my best friend since before Valen arm's were around me before I could say anything. She dragged me in, made me sit on the couch, wrapped me in a fuzzy blanket, and listened.
I told her everything—well, almost everything. I left out the part about Leo. I just couldn’t bring him up yet.
I told her about Bailey, about the divorce, and about how I fled.
Then I cried. A lot.
But she cursed a lot louder.
“Let me just find that slippery rat-faced bastard and run him over with my car.” She fumed, tossing my tear soaked tissues into the trash one by one. “And Bailey? Don’t even get me started. I hope her flat iron shorts out and burns half her eyebrows.”
I smiled. A little.
I barely ate that day. Three bites of scrambled eggs. Half a toast. Nothing stayed down for long. Kiran, being Kiran, decided I needed to “shake off the gloom” and dragged me upstairs the next evening.
“You need to look hot. Like... how-dare-he-leave-me hot.”
And before I could protest, she shoved me into a black mini dress with criss-cross back and curled my hair like we were twenty again.
She drove us to a club downtown. The bouncer waved her in like royalty.
Inside, it was chaos—neon lights, thumping bass, glittering bodies grinding on the dance floor. Kiran led me to a VIP booth like she owned the place, and I sat down, still dazed.
While she danced with a stranger, I sat, staring into space. She came back breathless and ordered two Long Island teas. Then leaned in and whispered something into the staff’s ear.
He returned with the drinks. I took mine without thinking and swallowed half in one go. I shouldn’t have, but I did.
Five minutes later, I felt it hit.
My limbs turned light, and my chest felt warm. “Dance with me!” Kiran screamed over the music.
I let her drag me out of the booth and into the dance floor. She was occupied with a stranger while I just moved my waist around lazily.
Suddenly, I felt arms around my waist and I turned to see a tall man with broad shoulders, and ocean eyes.
He wrapped around my waist once again and pulled me closer. I didn’t know who he was, but I couldn’t stop looking.
As we danced, my fingers touched his chest and I leaned in. When I kissed him, it was quick. But he pulled me back and kissed me like he owned the night.
Then I puked right on him.
Everything around me spun, and suddenly I blacked out.
When I woke up, the room looked way too familiar.
No. No, no, no.
I sat up and stared in horror. I was back in the same goddamn room from the night Leo made his offer.
And the worst part? I was naked under the sheets. And not alone. I looked beside me—and there he was.
He yawned, stretched, turned to face me. “Morning,” He said casually. “Did you sleep well?”
Oh God.
Oh no.
Clutching the sheet tighter to my chest, I stared at him in disbelief. “What… What do you really want from me?”
His eyes twinkled with mischief. Like he’d been waiting for me to ask.
He smiled, then replied. “Marry me.”
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