Should I Really Trust You?
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I waited for Simon to return to our room but he must have spent his night somewhere.
Because I couldn’t remember anything about my past, I didn’t know what I should do while I was in his rest house. Goddess, forgive me! I couldn’t even remember his family name!
Not remembering anything felt as if I were a helpless child. Thankfully, whatever happened to me didn’t erase the specific knowledge I had. Like reading. I went to the library, terrified that I had lost my ability to read or comprehend words. I made a huge sigh of relief that I could read. I could identify certain things through instinct and that’s when I decided that maybe I should try things, hoping they could trigger any memory that could make me remember the kind of person I was before—to remember how I met the handsome but arrogant Alpha that saved my life.
Unfortunately, nothing. My stupid brain was a clean slate.
“I don’t know why Simon is keeping you here alone.”
A baritone voice startled me. Behind me was a tall man. He was handsome but not Simon’s level of beauty. He had blonde, straight hair that was cut neatly, and behind those round eyeglasses were grim eyes as he stared down at me through his nose like I was some kind of lost pet.
My first instinct was to flinch but I pushed my fear aside as my brows met, “And who are you?”
“I am Alpha Simon’s Beta,” he answered with a strict voice, his eyes not leaving my face and I started to feel nervous. I didn’t know why this man looked as if he hated me or something. I didn’t like the tone in his voice, “Sebastian Moore.”
“I am sorry I can’t—”
“Yes, Alpha Simon told us.” he averted his eyes from me and I didn’t know if I should be offended when I saw pity on them, “It was really unfortunate…I mean about what happened to you—”
“THERE YOU ARE, SEBAS!”
A high-pitched, full-of-energy voice filled the hallway and a girl in a blue summer dress entered the room with a huge smile. I thought I should have a feeling of familiarity if I knew these shifters before I lost my memories. But why every each of them feel strange to me? Like I had never seen them before? Like I had never been to this place before?
If only I could reach for my wolf. Maybe she would tell me everything. Maybe I should know if Simon was lying to me.
But if he did, then why? Why was he keeping me here with him?
“Oh! You are here too, Astrid! How are you feeling?”
She had lighter blond hair, that almost looked silver under the afternoon sunlight. She had a huge, bubbly aura about her with her big almond-blue eyes and giggly voice.
The way she greeted me, it felt as if she knew me very well…
“N-Not good,” I didn’t want to lie with my feelings, “Still...” I pointed at my head and said, “can’t remember anything so I am wandering around the house, hoping that something would trigger a memory.”
“Oh,” she turned worried in a second and stepped closer to me. At Sebastian with a scary look, I didn’t flinch. But when the girl tried to touch me, I stepped back.
I didn’t want to be touched.
“Sorry, I still can’t believe it when Simon told me everything.” She explained. Sadness curtained her soft blue eyes. “If you can’t still remember me, my name is Kathleen. Simon’s cousin. We have been best friends since the day he introduced you to me. I was on a business trip when Simon told me about what happened to you and I came here straight.
I frowned. “You are my best friend?” I asked. I didn’t know why it sounded ridiculous to me.
“Yes!” She exclaimed with happiness in her voice, “And I apologize for Sebas’s behavior. He’s like that when he skips lunch.”
“I didn’t skip lunch—”
“Shhh…” Kathleen shut him up and rolled her eyes, “Just go find Simon and tell him that I will knock his head off for leaving his mate here alone in the rest house.”
“I am not actually alone,” I told her. “The maids have been hovering around me the whole day—”
“He is not supposed to leave you until you are feeling alright.” Kathleen scoffed. But it was intended for her cousin, “Go and tell him if he won’t come here, I will take Astrid away from him. It would be funny to watch him go crazy looking for her again.”
Again?
Before I could ask her what that ‘again’ meant, Kathleen had already hooked her arm around my arm. The touch gave me a tight feeling in my stomach. But I didn’t want to be rude to her and I let her lead me away from Sebastian, who gave Kathleen a dark look. Kathleen seemed unbothered by that threatening look on Simon’s Beta. But I saw that longing in his eyes as he watched her walk away from him.
Were they together?
“Are you mated with him?” I asked her out of curiosity when we were finally out of the house and heading straight to the garden.
Kathleen burst out laughing, “What? NO! I am not his type. I know the kind of women he likes dating. He’s just a close friend.”
I don’t think so. I saw the way he was looking at you, though.
“So how is your head?” She asked when we were finally sitting at a table in the middle of the garden of white roses, “Still aching?”
“Yes. Sometimes. When I try to remember anything.” I answered. I realized that the more I talked to Kathleen, the more I felt comfortable being with her.
“Then don’t force yourself,” she stared into my eyes with a serious look on her face, “You don’t have to remember things all at once. You are safe here. Simon won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
“He told me the same thing,” I uttered as my frown deepened, “Both of you told me that I am safe here. I mean, is there someone who wants to hurt me? Please tell me what really happened to me.”
Kathleen averted her eyes from me and then leaned away from the table. I knew it. She had no intention to tell me everything I wanted to know.
“I feel like you are all hiding secrets from me,” I accused her. I was so disappointed and scared and I didn’t know why I was wasting my time talking with any of them about it.
Kathleen looked at me apologetically, her eyes glimmering with tears, “I am not in the position to tell you about it, Astrid. I believe Simon will tell you everything once he thinks you are ready. For now, we all want you to rest and trust us. You can trust us, Astrid.”
She made an attempt to hold my hand but I pulled it from the table and I averted my eyes from her. Could I really trust them? How could I do that when I didn’t know anything about myself? What happened to me?
“Do you really want me to trust you?” I asked her as I stared at her eyes with an austere look.
Kathleen nodded her head with a smile, “So bad! I am your friend, Astrid. And I am here to help you however I can—”
“Then help me find my family.”
She froze. Her face turned paperwhite pale. “I-I don’t think Simon would let me—”
“It’s the only way you can gain my trust,” I answered with a steely look. “I have to know who my parents are. I have to know who I really am.”
“Do you really know who your father is?”
Kathleen and I turned our heads and saw my mate leaning against the metal gate of the garden—his arms folded in his chest, his turquoise eyes locking into mine.
My heart started to beat hard inside my chest. I thought I was looking at a god. He was so goddamn handsome that I couldn’t escape the intensity of his gaze.
He stepped towards us as he spoke. “I will let you see your family. But in one condition…”
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