Chapter 68

Arla POV


Damian wants to search for Laura," I thought to myself, my emotions spiraling out of control. "His feelings for me are getting stronger every day, but I can't seem to grasp the fact that I'm the one in danger." Evelyn's spell, which had once captivated Damian's affections towards me, had expired, and its hold on him had weakened. "What's wrong with me?" I groaned, punching my fist into the bed frame in frustration.
"Lady Arla," one of the pack workers called from the corridor, her voice laced with anticipation.
I remained silent for a few minutes, then replied huskily, my voice piercing through the walls. "What is it? Why...?"
I swung the door open and remained calm when I saw an envelope in her hand.
Lady Arla's eyes gleamed with excitement as she handed me the envelope. "This came for you. It's from the Alpha himself."
My heart skipped a beat as I took the envelope, my fingers trembling slightly. What could the Alpha want with me?
I opened the envelope and pulled out the letter, my eyes scanning the contents. My heart sank as I read the words, and my mind raced with implications.
As I continued reading, I felt my legs give way beneath me, and I almost crumbled to the ground. How could he leave the pack to search for Laura without informing me? Tears streamed down my face, and I felt a surge of destruction and anger. I raised my gaze to the maid, whose head was bent, facing the ground. My anger igniting furiously, I barked, "What are you still doing here?" rolling my eyes at her.
The maid trembled, her eyes fixed on the ground. "I was told to deliver the message, my lady. I didn't know what it meant."
I scoffed, my anger boiling over. "You didn't know? Or you didn't care? You're just as guilty as he is, abandoning me like this."
The maid took a step back, her eyes flashing with fear. “My lady, please, I don't understand."
But I cut her off, my voice cold. "No, I don't understand. And I don't want to. Just get out. Get out of my sight before I do something I regret."
The maid turned and ran, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I felt a numbness spreading through me, a sense of betrayal and hurt that I couldn't shake. Did I just yell at her? ” Gosh! I'm just a mess!! I exclaimed hoarsely, slamming my hands on my body in anger.
I wandered confusedly down the stairs, my eyes darting around the house for any sign of Damian. "How could he leave to search for Laura without telling me?" I thought to myself. I adjusted my silky-smooth nightgown, but the cold breeze kept blowing it against my skin, making me shiver. "Damian," I murmured to myself, feeling a mix of emotions.
As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw a figure standing by the window, gazing out into the night. My heart skipped a beat as I realized it was Damian; his back turned to me. I felt a rush of emotions—anger, hurt, and longing—all mixed together.
"Damian," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
He turned to face me, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. “Arla," he said, his voice low and husky. "I was just...thinking."
I took a step closer, my eyes fixed on him. "Thinking about what?" I asked, my voice trembling.
Suddenly, it turned out to be Evelyn! "Oh my goodness, how in the world did you get in here?" I asked, my hands trembling with fear. I couldn't understand why she was visiting the pack house, and her presence made me uneasy. She chuckled, arranging her dress stylishly, and said, "Hey, Arla, it's been a while." She muttered, and I quickly pulled her into a tight corner. "What are you doing here, Evelyn?"
Evelyn smiled, her eyes gleaming with a knowing light. "I came to see you, Arla. I have some information that might interest you."
I narrowed my eyes, my heart racing with anticipation. "What kind of information?"
Evelyn leaned in close, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know where Laura is. And I know why Damian is searching for her."
My eyes widened in shock. "How do you know this?"
Evelyn chuckled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Let's just say I have my ways. But I'll only share this information with you if you agree to meet me outside the pack house tonight at midnight."
I hesitated, unsure if I should trust Evelyn. But my curiosity got the better of me. "Okay, I'll meet you," I said finally.
Evelyn smiled, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "I knew you'd see things my way. Tonight, at midnight, Don't be late."
And with that, she turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving me with more questions.
"I despise Evelyn, but I need to find Laura before Damian does. The problem is that I don't trust her. As a witch, she's manipulative, ruthless, and unpredictable—qualities I abhor. Her kind is notorious for their cunning and deceit, and I fear she's hiding something. But I have no choice; I must tolerate her for now if I want to uncover the truth about Laura's disappearance."
I reluctantly agreed to meet Evelyn at midnight, my mind racing with possibilities. What did she know about Laura's disappearance? And what did she want in return for her information?
As the night wore on, I found myself pacing back and forth in my room, my anxiety growing with each passing minute. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was walking into a trap and that Evelyn was hiding something sinister behind her mysterious smile.
I need to get information about Laura; it's crucial, but how can I do that when Evelyn is involved? She's the last person I trust, and I fear she'll twist the truth to suit her own agenda.