*Selena*
As I stepped into the kitchen to carry out my duties, an unsettling feeling immediately enveloped the room. The atmosphere seemed far from normal. A distinct absence lingered, a void left by Lola’s departure. The Omegas regarded me with disdain as though I held some responsibility for Lola’s untimely demise.
I, too, missed her dearly; her sudden death was a wound that hadn’t yet healed. Lola had been more than a friend, a sisterly figure with an unparalleled sweetness.
Avery and Eden’s expressions were far from welcoming. Their glances conveyed a palpable unhappiness as if my presence there was undesirable. Eden deliberately assigned me an array of arduous and extra chores, attempting to keep me preoccupied. Despite the hardship, I needed to see it through. Time was slipping away, and the urgency of my next move pressed upon me. Eventually, lunchtime came and went, and the kitchen was finally clean. A rare moment of tranquility settled upon me.
During breakfast and again at lunch, I noticed Zander seated at the table. Yet, he maintained his customary cold and distant demeanor. According to our devised plan, he acted indifferent, preserving the appearance that nothing had changed between us. As Maddox departed with Zander after lunch, I subtly signaled Emile to follow me discreetly to the storeroom.
Closing the door behind us, Emile couldn’t help but inquire, “What’s the matter?”
With precision, I delivered the news, “The task is complete.”
Her eyes widened in a mixture of surprise and elation.
“You mean…?!” she trailed off, awaiting confirmation.
I nodded, a sense of accomplishment settling over me. “Yes.”
In a voice stripped of emotion, she inquired further, “Where is the data?”
“I have it with me,” I responded succinctly as Emile’s gaze bore into me.
“Hand it over,” she demanded impatiently, her tone edged with urgency.
“Emile, this information is highly confidential. Therefore, I intend to deliver it only to your boss,” I declined firmly, my head shaking in a resolute manner.
“Pass me the data, and I’ll ensure it reaches the boss,” Emile retorted with a scowl etched across her face.
“No, Emile. I can’t place my trust in you,” I replied curtly, a slight smirk playing on my lips. This was the push I needed to rile her up and provoke a reaction.
“How dare you?” she snapped, her anger flaring. That was the tipping point I aimed for, hoping she would lose her temper and let slip her secrets.
“It’s not a matter of blame, Emile. The simple truth is, I can’t rely on your word. If you’re capable of deceiving your own pack and even the alpha, then there’s no guarantee you won’t deceive others. What if you decide to sell this crucial data to a third party? My safety would be at risk,” I reasoned calmly, a nonchalant shrug accompanying my words. “I’m not willing to take that chance. I’ll entrust this information only to the boss.”
Emily’s gaze bore into me, her eyes narrowing in a glare. The tension in the room was palpable as I patiently awaited her response.
“Fine,” she huffed in frustration, annoyance evident in her tone. “I’ll arrange a meeting with him.”
“When?” I retorted swiftly, my curiosity piqued.
“Tonight!” she whispered, her voice laced with irritation.
The ease with which she gave in surprised me. So, tonight I was going to find out who was behind all this. However, it could mean one more thing the mastermind orchestrating all of this was within our pack, living among us.
“Alright then,” I responded in a tone stripped of emotion. I needed to inform Zander about this development.
Emile was about to leave when a sudden realization struck me, prompting me to halt her in her tracks.
“Wait, Emile! Did you send that rogue to kill me last night?” I queried, tilting my head and scrutinizing her with a skeptical gaze.
“What?!” She furrowed her brow in confusion. “Why on earth would I do something like that?” Her words came out in a sharp bite.
“I can’t fathom your intentions, can I?” I snapped back, frustration tinting my voice.
“Listen, Selena! I hold no personal grudges against you. Taking your life wouldn’t align with our plan. We understand that you’re the only one capable of retrieving the data for us. So, it’s illogical for us to want you dead,” she explained desperately, her words carrying a sense of urgency.
Her reasoning made sense, and yet, the puzzle pieces still didn’t quite fit together. Why, then, had someone dispatched a rogue to attack Lola in my room? An unsettling feeling gnawed at me, a sense that there was more to this situation than met the eye.
“Be ready with the data. Tonight, I’ll escort you to the boss,” Emile instructed firmly before making her exit.
Now, the immediate task was to locate Zander and convey this crucial revelation to him that we were on the brink of unmasking the mastermind behind it all. However, the challenge lay in how to approach him without arousing suspicion, as he was rarely alone.
With my heart racing audibly, I mustered the courage to send a text message to Zander.
*It’s urgent.*
Impatience gripped me as I stared at my phone, my lips nervously caught between my teeth. I pondered whether he had even seen my message amidst his responsibilities.
To my surprise, a reply arrived swiftly.
*Come to my office.*
Staring at his text, I felt each heartbeat resonate louder, each pulse echoing in my chest. Despite the risks involved, I mustered the determination to proceed and meet him. The journey to his office seemed both eternal and fleeting, a mixture of anxiousness and excitement churning within me.
As I arrived outside his office, a wave of both trepidation and eagerness washed over me. To my surprise, the office appeared empty, devoid of anyone’s presence. Just before I could muster the courage to knock on the door, Zander swung it open, and there he was, standing before me.
“Hey,” I greeted with a shy smile, my cheeks flushing as memories of our intense lovemaking in the morning flooded back.
“I missed you, baby” his voice was a tender whisper as he drew me inside and locked the door behind us.
Without any delay, he enfolded me in his arms, a deep inhalation signifying his longing. The proximity between us was intense, our bodies fitting seamlessly together, leaving no space for even a breath of air to pass. His heart pounded against my chest, the rhythm of his desire palpable. Strong, muscular arms encircled me, a grip both possessive and fervent. His face buried into my neck as he inhaled deeply. I felt his body relax instantly.
“Ah, Zander, it’s a bit tight,” I voiced a slight whine, his embrace almost bordering on painful in its intensity.
“I apologize, my love,” Zander chuckled hesitantly, his voice carrying a hint of remorse. “I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I saw you at the breakfast table,” he confessed, his gaze admitting to an observance that hadn’t escaped his notice.
“The urge to kiss you during lunch was almost unbearable. And now, with you in my arms, every desire I’ve held back since this morning when you left my room is overwhelming me,” his words brushed against my ear, laden with a dangerously seductive tone. His eyes bore into mine, their depths darkening with a raw hunger that was impossible to ignore.
He effortlessly lifted me off the ground, his strong arms cradling me as he crossed the room and gently deposited me onto the table. With a single sweeping motion, he cleared away the items that cluttered its surface. The clattering of objects hitting the floor sent a shiver down my spine, but Zander’s unwavering focus on me erased any other thought from my mind. His hands began a deliberate journey, tracing the contours of my legs and causing my dress to ride up as he moved. I couldn’t help but bite my lip, my breath hitching in response. The sensation of his seductive touch was overwhelming, causing a damp heat to form between my thighs.
His touch paused at my thighs, gripping them firmly before parting them. A gasp escaped my lips as I wondered what he had in mind.
“Zander!” I moaned, my voice a mixture of anticipation and desire.
“Hmm?” he responded, his deep voice a resonant echo of my own need.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” I managed to pant out, my breaths growing heavier as his fingers drew nearer to the edge of my panties.
“Tell me, my love,” his whispered words held a sense of intimacy, his eyes locked onto mine as if he could see into the depths of my thoughts.
I swallowed, my lips dry as I licked them in a nervous gesture.
“I spoke with Emile… Ah!” The words caught in my throat as his hand slipped inside my panties, his touch immediately setting my senses ablaze.
“What did you discuss with her?” he inquired, his seductive prowess carrying an undertone of interrogation.
“I… I told her,” I stammered, my head falling back as a rush of pleasure cascaded through me. “I will only entrust this data to her boss.”
“Oh, goddess!” I gasped, feeling a sudden snap as my panties were torn away in an instant.
“And?” he prompted, his fingers teasing my sensitive clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
“She agreed. Ah!!!” I cried in a voice that was a mixture of pleasure and surprise as he plunged two thick fingers into me, my pussy still sensitive from our earlier encounter.
“You’ve done an incredible job, my love,” he groaned, his fingers moving skillfully within me. “And for that, you deserve a reward.” With that declaration, he knelt before me, his head disappearing between my thighs as a new wave of intense sensation enveloped me.