Williams' Nightmare
Williams’ POV (cont.)
I woke up with a start, my heart pounding in my chest. My hand instinctively went towards my neck where Cleopatra had slashed me.
That was a dream? A sigh of relief escaped my lips but the weight of the dream was still heavy.
It is morning already.
Sweat dropped down my face as I gasped for air. I sat up and covered my face with my hands. The dream was so vivid and terrifying, it felt like a brutal assault on my senses.
Cleopatra attacking me? It was absurd. She would not, right? Of course! She is a victim. A victim of this stupid game someone somewhere is controlling. She is no villain. Yet, the image of her snarling face and outstretched claws was etched into my mind.
I looked around the living room, the blinds were shut, except for a little opening where the morning light seeped in from.
I went over and opened the curtains. The remnants of the storm still lingered in the air. A cold shiver ran down my spine as a thought crossed my mind. What if it had been real? Can I kill her if she turns out to be a threat?
Outside, my pack was getting busy with members carrying on with their tasks. I should shower and head into the pack house. There is so much to do today.
While in the shower, the thought still lingered. Was it just a nightmare? Or was there something more sinister at play?
I tried to calm my racing heart, to rationalize the dream. It was as if a part of me knew that something was terribly wrong or something wrong was about to happen.
A sense of dread washed over me. I couldn't shake off the feeling that something huge is about to happen. And Cleopatra was right in the middle of it.
I know exactly what Renee would say if I tell her about this. She has always had her suspicions about Cleopatra, this will be like the cherry for her.
The dream had only fueled my determination. I had to find her, maybe she's really in danger.
Just then, a question echoed in my mind. What do I really know about Cleopatra except the fact that she is a member of Kane's pack?
More reasons why I should find her.
I left the shower naked, the cold air snapping at me and sending goosebumps across my body. But I didn't mind that. I grabbed some clothes and headed out into the busy morning.
As I walked to the pack house, I had just one thought. Finding Cleopatra.
Everywhere was bustling with preparations for tomorrow's meeting. The noise level was at an all-time high, everyone seemed to be busy doing this or that.
“Has everything we need for the meeting been thoroughly inspected? I asked one of my pack members in-charge of inspection and he nodded, briefing me on all that has been done.
I then headed straight for the general study. I knew I would find Renee there. I pushed the door open and found her engrossed in a stack of papers, her brow furrowed in concentration.
“Renee,” I called out and she looked up immediately. “Everything set on your end?” I asked, while leaning on the doorframe.
She nodded before answering, “Yes. We are all set. I've increased the surveillance just as you instructed and the CCTV cameras are all installed discreetly. No one else knows about it, except you, me and John.”
“Good,” I replied, a bit relieved that everything is almost ready. “And did you check in with the kitchen?” I asked after a second thought.
“They have all the supplies ready and I've assigned a few of our pack women to assist them in case they need extra hands,” she replied steadily.
“What would I do without you?” I said with a soft chuckle.
“Absolutely nothing. Now if you will excuse me, I have to go over everything to make sure I didn't miss anything,” she said dismissively and I gave her a mock bow.
“As you wish your highness.” I turned to leave and then remembered Cleopatra.
“So Renee,” I began, “about Cleopatra, I was thinking…,”
“You haven't seen her yet?” She asked, her expression a mix of surprise and indifference.
“She's back? When? Where is she?” I demanded urgently.
“In her room I guess, or wandering round the corridors,” Renee replied, her voice flat.
A wave of relief washed over me. At least she is safe now.
I turned and hurried down the corridor. Why am I suddenly excited? As I reached her door, I paused, my hand hovering over the handle. I took a deep breath and pushed open the door.
“Missed me?” She teased with a killer smile as soon as I walked in and took steps closer to her.
She had an odd air around her and there were bags under her eyes like she didn't sleep all night. Maybe she stayed up crying about Alex? Whatever it was, her face looked pale and drawn.
“What happened? Where have you been?” I asked, not being able to stop myself from showing how worried I was.
She smiled but it didn't reach her eyes. Her expression was strange, like she was hiding something.
“I slept off while waiting for Alex,” she replied and walked towards the bed. I followed her, like a needy puppy. I drowned the urge to reach out and touch her, now is not the time.
“Any news?” I asked, genuinely worried.
“He's dead,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Tears were already pooling out and I reached out instinctively and hugged her.
“What?” I asked, “how come? Where did you find him?”
“They returned him to me last night. Dead. I saw him on the front porch,” she replied. I could sense the heaviness and sadness in her voice.
I swear to God I must find that bastard. No matter what it takes.
“How are you feeling?” I asked and pulled away from her, concern etched in my voice.
Before she could answer, a sharp knock came on the door followed by a voice calling out for me. I gently squeezed her shoulder in comfort. And she stifled like my hands made her sick. Why?
“Alpha!” the voice called again and I turned towards the door. I saw a young boy by the door with an envelope dangling in his hand.
“Good Morning Alpha Williams,” he said cheerfully and I ruffled his hair. “A letter arrived for you this morning. The doctor sent me to hand it over to you.”
A letter? The person doesn't have my number? I took the letter from him and he left. My heart skipped a beat as I tore the envelope open.
It was from Mr Smith! The same man who promised to tell me what he overheard the day I was kidnapped?
As I scanned the contents of the letter eagerly, my eyes darted back and forth. But I stopped midway as my blood suddenly became cold. I turned back to look at Cleopatra, the Information inside shocking me to the core.
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