WHITNEY

I immediately came out of this room and tried to close up the door as it was. However, I knew the mess I created would not pass unseen.

The sky was already dark, I spent more time in this room than I had thought.

I went back to the bedroom and immediately snapped the document I had, and sent them to my advocate.

I must take every measure to protect myself, hence, I kept the gun with me. My heart was thundering, shaking all over my chest.

What the hell was this feeling?
I couldn't help but imagine a moment if he found me. I was threatened by just the idea.
He would kill me for sure.

My heart started going faster when my phone rang, I looked at it, it was Armand who was calling.

I looked at the phone, reluctant to hang on.
But if I did it, it would have given birth to some suspicion and maybe he would have shortened his trip to come back.

It wasn't what I needed, I needed more time to park and found a way where I would be safe.

I took the phone to the second call and responded as charming as I could offer.

"Hello babe," Said I

"Sorry I was in the closet taking my bath"

"How are you doing? how was your trip?" I questioned to hide the way I felt, how anxious I was feeling.

"I am fine honey. Hope your day isn't too boring" he inquired.
If he could just fancy about the misadventure I went through for just this day.

"Today was not terrible but the other days wouldn't be so easy to handle"

"I feel so lonely, I miss you so bad" I mumbled on the phone.

"I am so sorry honey"

"My trip will be prolonged for a week, hope it won't be so difficult to handle" My heart almost burst with joy though hiding this excitation was the priority.

"A week?" I yelled, with a frustrated tone.

"Yes but don't worry please, once I finish I'll be immediately at home"

"You know how much I love you thus just wait for five more days" he pleaded unknowing the bargain he was offering.

I had time to think of everything and to try to save my ass.

"Okay, babe but take care of yourself, please. Love you too" I uttered, with a sigh which showed I was pained to accept the suggestion.

He couldn't believe the windfall he was offering.
He hung off the phone after sharing his kisses and I laid myself on the bed exhaling the air which went with the anxiety I felt.

My peek pointed at the ceiling, I decided to wait, there was no reason to throw myself into such a stressful state.

My eyes closed, and I thought of Petterson's reaction when he would be aware that all this time, I always registered our discussion.

I remembered that day when he helped me to stand when I was crying on my mother's grave, I knew at this moment he would tell me what I wanted to hear, that, he would help me.

He hadn't noticed when I put on the recorder of my phone and inserted back the phone into my purse.

I had a little pride that started growing when I thought of how wiser I have been toward him.

I picked this file and started studying all the manuscripts which were inside.
The first I read was the supposed last wills he had made my father sign.

I picked up the second and it was the title of the membership. I took my time to read it thoroughly, and what I discovered was stunning.

The mine belonged to my dad and Armand was just a minor shareholder with a percentage almost nonexistent.

This guy, it was impossible to describe what I felt for him, the bitterness which filled my heart at the simple thought of him was Immeasurable.

I snapped it and sent it again to my advocate, the one Mum had chosen for this occasion.

I didn't give him an explanation, I knew, at first sight, he would know what it was about.

"Is it what I think it is?" I received a message via Whatsapp from him.

"Yeah" just one word was enough

"Should I start the process?" he questioned with delightful filled in his tone.

"Normally," I replied

I put the file apart and took the book, the one I took from this secret cave.
I was intrigued by the name *The Pack Rule* and I read beneath, *belong to the Alpha* I wanted to know what it was about, I had heard Petterson pronounce this word an uncountable number of Times.

I opened it and precipitated to the middle of the book, I didn't want to waste my time studying it from top to bottom.

The first image I met was a scary one, it was an odd creature, the one we meet in some scary series a creature mid-human, mid-wolf.

A werewolf.

My eyes were wide open when I remembered Addams had told me about this when we were on our vacation but I had taken it for a joke.

The rule I read, was mentioned a werewolf should never speak nor appear in this form to any human, not to risk their existence.
It should always remain a secret.

But Addams had transgressed this law.
And he did it for m... the last word resisted from coming out of my maw when I immediately thought of how I had betrayed him.

I didn't understand why but I wasn't scared thinking of him being an extraterrestrial, this kind of alien.

Maybe because I knew, behind this form was hidden such tenderness and good manners.

Or maybe it was because I had never ceased to love him.
Maybe because he owed my heart and my whole being.

I didn't cease to read there, I couldn't, what I was discovering started to be so exciting.

I read the book not all, but enough to understand how things functioned in this estate.

I understood why all of them present there obeyed Armand, why Petterson had too much respect for Addams, and didn't dare try something against him, he was his beta.

Nobody there is a human. Hell.

All those information was a lot for me, I fell asleep, in my mind I had to move there for tomorrow.