Sold To The Untouchable Alpha novel Chapter 36

[Arissa’s POV]

"Then let's not waste anymore time." I announced, perking up. "I've been dying to burn some energy off."

Nodding, Ivan began to move forward, being sure to remain in the shadows. We didn't want to be spotted, nor did we want to be smelled. If we were caught, then we wouldn't have the benefit of surprise on our side.

"Hear that?" I asked, grabbing Ivan’s shoulder to stop him. "Just ahead."

Staying quiet, I listened intently. Muffled voices drifted towards me, one a woman's and the other a man's.

"Can you determine their words?" He asked, turning his gaze to mine.

"Mmmm," I murmured. "They're discussing an attack for later this evening. Seems we found a mole and your precious Gisele is conspiring with them."

Ivan watched intently with me as Gisele and one of the guards protecting the inner lines of the compound talked. I could only make out bits and pieces of their conversation.

"What do you mean planning an attack?" Ivan asked, turning his gaze to mine. "Are they planning on allowing the hunters to make it to the estate again?"

"Ssshhhh." I hissed, bringing my finger to my lips. How the hell did he expect me to fully hear what was said if he was talking? I was already straining myself enough as it was and knew that before long I would be too tired to do much of anything.

That was one bad thing about using my special abilities without having a wolf. It drained my human self and then it would take a few days to come back. That was how the incident happened with Gillian’s best friend and future beta. He was aware of my secret and took advantage of it after one of my many fights in the arena.

"Arissa," Ivan’s concerned voice sent a shock rolling through me as I ripped my thoughts away from that night a few months back.

"What?" I whispered, trying to remain calm. "I’m trying to listen."

"I doubt that." Ivan puffed. The look in his eyes said that he wasn’t buying any lie I was trying to feed him. Shit, it seemed that the closer we grew the less I could fool him. "You looked like you were about to throw up."

"Well," I laughed. "Given what you attempted to do to me earlier I could do that."

It was a low blow, but I hoped that it would get him to back off. Right now nothing else mattered except catching Gisele and her conspirer and questioning them.

"Give me that box." I instructed, holding out my hand. "I want to play a game of wack a mole."

Ivan didn’t argue, instead he reached into his pocket and produced the metal container that held the poisoned darts.