Chapter 244
Chapter 244
She wasn’t afraid. In fact she seemed rather confident. Ballsy and I liked it.
“Wasn’t it me you wanted to meet with?”
“Yes. But I also expected Jenson not to tell you. He isn’t or rather wasn’t always so forthcoming with information.”
“People learn and things change.”
She nods her head in agreement.
“Who sent you, Mallory?”
“No one. I told that to Jenson yesterday. Did he not tell you?” She pauses and really stares at me. “I’m sorry, you just, you just look so much like her. Anyone would believe you were more than half sisters.”
“Flattery won’t work with me.”
“I didn’t mean it like that. What I meant to say is it’s a surprise considering you have different mothers.”
“I guess Daddy dearest had strong genes.” I muse because she wasn’t wrong. When Jenson said Neah and I looked alike, I thought that maybe we might share the same eyes, lips or nose. I can’t deny how surprised I was when we met and it was like looking into a mirror.
Mallory nods and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ears. She is a pretty little thing. I noticed that when she jumped down from the tree. Even with the scar above her plump lips.
She was still a turned Lycan, so the person who bit her must have seen potential. Potential that I was yet to see.
“Why are you here, Mallory?”
A crease forms between her brows, as they dip even lower. “I’m trying to find my place in the world.” she mutters. Her pitch doesn’t change and neither does the rhythmic beat of her heart. That’s where the true giveaway of a lie hid.
“Neah hates me.” She continues, “Damien doesn’t want me to leave Black Shadow.” Her chocolate brown eyes drift up to the darkening sky. “Sometimes I feel trapped.”
“So just leave.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Of course it is. You are not a Wolf. You are not an official member of the pack. You are a Lycan and not even a true one. You could walk out any time you wanted. The question is, why haven’t you?”
She scowls, “My mate is in the pack.”
Still, her heartbeat doesn’t change. Either it was true or she was so good at lying that her body believed it. Her gaze doesn’t falter either.
“Has he claimed you?”
“No.” She laughs to herself. “The entire pack barely tolerates me, including him because of what I did to Neah years ago.” she pauses. “I’m sure Jenson already filled you in on that.”
He hadn’t said anything about her having a mate, but he had told me that she wasn’t overly welcome and the reason why.
“Yet you are still alive.”
“Only because they fear Damien. And Damien is Raven’s mate, so he has a presence in the pack house.” She rocks on her heels. “I’m pretty sure that is the only reason why I am alive. What about you? You have survived.” She stares at me, expectantly
“Skills.” I mutter.
“Once a Rogue.” she responds without batting an eyelid. She nods towards my house where Jenson is standing with his face pressed against the window.
“I was skilled long before I went Rogue. The pack……” Fuck! I just massively fucked up. My desperation to figure out if she was lying or not led me to not covering my own tracks properly. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Think! I internally yell at myself.
“The last pack I took residency in, trained me. Likely similar to Dane training everyone.”
She nods and I drape my arm over her shoulders. She knew too much now. I would need to kill her.
“Why don’t you come inside?”
“I would, but I’m supposed to be having dinner with Damien tonight. If I’m not there….”
“I understand. But five minutes won’t hurt, will it.” I offer her a reassuring smile
I steer Mallory away from the shitty car and towards my home. Her shoulders tense a little, like she knew what was coming.
“Deep breaths Mallory. I just want to talk some more.”