Alpha Landon novel Chapter 7

~Althea

I stared straight into his deep blue eyes in wonder. They were so clear and pure, with no imperfections or specs in them at all.

Blushing red roses lay on the table in front of me, wrapped in purple coloured cellophane, with a ribbon strung around it. They were wilting already in the heat, dropping down over my fingers as I fondled the petals gently. It was such a nice gesture. They vivid colours clashed with the blue plaid tablecloth and green placemats.

"Thank you, they are beautiful," I sigh, glancing up at Cyrus. He smiles at me, glad I liked his surprise present. I felt a stab of guilt. He was so eager to please me, and I was still grasping to the fact that I could possibly be worthy of him.

We were sitting near the window of a Café, enjoying iced coffees. The quaint place, decorated with floral patterns and eccentric decor, was full with only an elderly couple, and a lone business man who was discussing something casually with someone over the phone. It was seemingly romantic in some aspects, and felt like we finally had some privacy.

"I'm sorry about the other day," I state blandly. I hadn't meant for Landon to come over, and so obviously scare Cyrus away. He must have been worrying about what had happened that night, especially since I hadn't talked to him for the past three days. I mean, how would you like it if the one you wanted to mate was having dinner with an unmated male, who just so happened to be an Alpha?

I had been too busy dealing with my deranged emotions and clingy parents. I hadn't even met with Landon, who I had hoped hadn't been sitting in our field, waiting for us pretentiously. Then again, a taste of his own medicine wouldn't hurt the Alpha himself.

"What exactly happened?" He asked. He fiddled with the gold ring on his index finger. I couldn't tell what the meaning of it was, but it had some pattern in graved into the expensive chemical. Maybe it had his parents' names; I was yet to meet them. I didn't even know if he had any siblings.

"Nothing really, it ended up with a massive agreement," I informed him. I wasn't complaining really. I was annoyed, but Landon has stuck up for me, which I would forever be grateful for. Cyrus seemed curious, but I could see the glint of jealousy in his eyes, which was unnecessary till he knew all the details.

Had Landon intended to kiss me? Did I want him to? I mean I have crushed on him all my life, but why now? Why now, when he knows I have finally found someone who may like me more than I like him, which never happens.

"About?" he asked meekly. I fiddled with the edge of the tablecloth.

"You, actually."

He blinked.

"He just doesn't agree with this whole, arranged mating business," I explained. At least that's what I thought was his perspective. Sometimes Landon has a different way of thinking and interpreting information. Like the time I told him I was crushing on someone and he blew up at me for being too young. I was fifteen, he was 16.

"What's it to him?"

He was getting agitated now. He was fiddling with his ring and ringing his hands. I watch him clench his jaw nervously. I hope this didn't ruin everything for us.

"He's my friend, and he cares about me, that's all. I'm sorry if he doesn't agree, I mean I didn't for some time," I breathe. I subconsciously slip my hand under the table and cross my fingers, silently praying he wouldn't get mad. I hoped he even saw it from my point of view, and had been thinking the same thing initially.

"So, you regret this?" He asks, his voice so monotone, it scared me. Crap.

I shake my head, feeling strands of hair slip from my braid. I reach across the table and grab his fist, which was enclosed around a spoon that he had formerly used to stir his drink. I kept my hand on his, my eyes on him till he let he spoon go, allowing it to clatter onto the covered table.

He sighs out in a rush.

"We should just enjoy each other's company," I state, leaning off my chair and over the table. I didn't care if anyone in the Café was look at this point. I was just about to kiss Cyrus and cancel out all that pointless arguing, when the tinkle of the bell over the front door resounded throughout the small room.

I jumped in surprised, knocking my forehead against Cyrus's, causing him to groan in protest. I sat back, rubbing the point of my skull that got the most impact. It wasn't that it hurt that much, it just gave me a fright.

I looked up to see who had caused this. Walking toward us was a young woman wearing some sort of a grey, well-tailored suit. I could have mistaken her for a man, especially with that foul look on her face, and short, slicked back blonde hair.

Apart from that, she had remarkable eyebrows.

She strode over with an obvious confidence that seemed to resonant over the room, grabbing the attention of the elderly couple, who had been recently complaining about the lack of service they had received. The clicking of her black stilettos only ceased as she stood in front of our table, glaring straight into my eyes.

I've never been the personality to hold eye contact anyway. Only unless reasonable, and this woman could not be deemed reasonable. Not with those yellowy, sharp eagle eyes.

"Go please. Tell him I do not want to see him," I reply, brushing her off. She looks shocked briefly, but covers it in mask of indifference. I watch her run on her heels, and leave the way she came.

I let out a sigh of relief and slammed my head in the table. That is not someone I would associate with on a daily basis.

♥

Coat on my back, boots on my feet, I crunch across the gravel. Too bad I'm too inconspicuous for a flashlight, so the moonlight is the only source of visibility I have. I mean, this is the sixth branch of skidded over, and nearly broken my own back.

Having successfully snuck out my bedroom window, with a little help from a tired Missy, I had started my night mission.

Landon had no idea I was coming, and by this time, he will probably be fast asleep. Either that or he's out partying. Doubt it though, he can't have changed that much from the doe eyed, young man I used to know.

I needed to talk to him, clear things out. I didn't care if I want welcome into his home, especially by his father. I need to see him.

I can see the gates in the distance, being the only entrance to Landon's estate. He wanted to see me, well here I am.

But suddenly, something clicks beside me. I was flanked by a forest, making everything more nerve raking. I turn my head, staring out into the depths of the greenery. If I had heard correct, it sounded like the cocking of a gun.

And I was right.

A sudden rush of noise came from amongst the trees, a swarm of people dressed in black coming for me in all directions.

"Put your hands up and surrender!"