《Unwanted》Chapter 16
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^^ The neighboring Alpha/ good friend and ally of Orion (Alpha Ryland)
Malia's POV
I was so confusing when I woke up on a soft, warm cloud rather than the cold walls and floor I was used to. It was the best sleep I go in months. I actually slept until sunrise.I freaked out when I smelled Alpha's stale scent in my room. Even though I was scared knowing he was in my room with me unconscious and not being able to properly protect myself, his scent calmed me down. I hated but secretly liked it at the same time.
He didn't take advantage of me when he could have. Even with me being at a vulnerable position and not being able to properly defend myself, he had done nothing but try to make more more comfortable. It was unsettling. There was no reason a Alpha should be doing kind acts such as that, even I his mate. Alpha males are ruthless, cold-hearted and are just testosterone filled time bombs ready to snap and show there dominance.
I decided at that moment to stay in my room the whole day. I over heard Alpha saying would be in a meeting with the neighboring alpha for most of the day. If finally be able to do what I wanted without an intimidating make looking over my shoulder the entire time.
I could finally relax, knowing that I was alone and safe. Finally being able to relax and put my guard down, I deciding to take a shower. I let the cold water cascade down my head and back waking me up. At home, I wasn't allowed to take warm showers so why should I be able to take one here? Alpha told me that it was a waste of money and water for me to even take a shower but he allowed me to take cold ones. I quickly cleaned myself so I wouldn't get in trouble for using so much water, I've already been in here for almost five minutes.
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After dressing and exiting the bathroom, I noticed a fairly large hump on the bed that wasn't there when I left. The object was being hidden under the covers but I knew it wasn't pillows. Pillows were just to small and flat and pillows don't move.
I slowly approached the side of the bed closeted to the lump. Whatever it was, I could hear it breathing and its heart beating quite quickly. I took a curious sniff and caught the whiff of honey and other sweet smelling things. Confused, I slowly and carefully grabbed the covers and quickly yanked them off the creature. A delighted squeal sounded through the room along with some happy giggles of a child. There was a small, red-headed girl curled up on the bed giggling a squealing.
"You found me!" She squealed and looked up at me. Her face that was full of happiness then turned to confusion, mirroring mine.
"I'm Emmaline but you can call me Emma! Who are you?" Her voice was very soft for a child's but it still heals a higher pitch.
"Malia." I responded quietly. "Why are you in here?" I made sure to keep my voice light so she didn't think I was angry. ( You know how you talk to kids. With the 'kid/baby voice'.) Her face then lit up and her green eyes sparkled.
"Hiding!" She exclaimed again and quickly scurried off the bed. "Want to hide with me?" My heart instantly filled with fear and panic.
Are we under attack?
Did they finally find me again?
Are they here to take me away?
I was about to ask why she was hiding but someone opened the door.
"There you are!" The brunette the walked into the room and picked up Emma as she squealed and giggled again. Blaire then looked up at me blushed.
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"I'm so sorry. I didn't know she would come in here." She rushed out and looked to the floor.
"It's alright. No harm was done." I paused a little bit and thought back. "What was she hiding from?" She looked back at me with confusion on her face.
"Me. We were playing hide and seek." Hide and seek?
"Come one! Let's play some more.!" Emma announced in Blaire's arms and started fussing to get down. Blaire put her down and took her hand.
"Why don't we got downstairs and play? So we don't bother anyone." Emma nodded her head in agreement and started to pull Blaire out the door before she stopped.
"Can Lia come to? She asked and pointed at me. Blaire looked at me questionably and I stared back at her. "Please?" Emma asked and pouted, her green eyes pleading. I slowly nodded my head, I couldn't say no to that face.
I followed to pair down the stairs and into the living room where Caspain sat in the floor digging through a box of what looked like thin, plastic boxes. Emma pulled away from Blaire and bounded over to where he sat.
"Casper?" She asked excitedly. Caspain nodded his head and grinned back, continuing to look through the box. Blaire shook her head with a small smile and plopped down on the couch. He pulled out one of the rectangular boxes and held it up with a triumphant look on face. He opened it up and reveal a reflective, silver disc and put it in a machine connected to the tv. A movie. I remembered. I haven't seen a movie in a long time.
"They watch this every time she is here." Blaire said to me and turned my attention from the tv to her."That's how Casper got his nickname. It was his favorite movie as a kid. Also, it's because he can't seem to say no o her and Emma thinks it's just because he is being nice."
I looked back to the screen as the title popped up. 'Casper the Friendly Ghost'? I have never heard of that, let alone have seen it. Caspian sat with his back leaning on the couch below Blaire with Emma sitting contently in his lap. They both stared intensely at the white ghost singing on the tv.
"Do you want to sit?" Blaire asked me and patted beside her. The whole other side of the couch was empty. I walked behind the couch, do I didn't have to walk in front of the tv and sat down on the other side.
I looked back to Emma. How is she so content with two potentially dangerous beings in the same room? Especially when she is sitting on the Beta's lap.
Blaire and I kept a small conversation as the other two watched the childish movie. We talked about ransoms things. Thing ms we liked, things we didn't, excetra. As we talked, I grew more comfortable in their presence. We chatted until Caspian and Emma starting singing to the song that played about 'Casper the Friendly Ghost' as a bunch of names scrolled down the tv.
It was that moment that I realized that had done nothing wrong. They have been nothing but kind. I felt comfortable with them. Not completely safe but I felt more at ease with them.
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