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Chapter 18| Rebel

72 hours. Three whole fucking days and not once has that asshole shown himself.

Meanwhile, I've gone through shock, denial, utter confusion, and worry. By day two I was annoyed today, I had thrown all concern to the wind, I was fucking livid.

By now I'm sure Balfore thinks that I'm bipolar, but I don't care. The more important question is who the hell does Malachai think he is?

"Amina?"

"What?"

"I said your name at least five times now," he said, observing me from across the desk, eyebrows crossed.

"This is about the hundredth time you've phased out on me in the last three days, you sure you're alright?"

Am I alright? How about you try finding out that the really hot guy that you randomly met and let fuck you seven ways to Sunday is some human-vamp-wolf tribrid.

You try finding out that there's this whole world that up until three days ago you had no idea existed, only for the same guy to leave you high and dry at the mention of your dead fiancé.

Yeah, I caught that, and while Balfore was willing to fill me in on all the details of the paranormal world, for some reason he didn't want to discuss that particular topic, oh, and what the hell was the brotherhood?

Abandoned for three whole days! Not one phone call, not one check-in, but apparently it's okay because I have the wolves to keep me safe from the psychotic 2,000-year-old vampire who wants to do God knows what to me.

Oh, and that's not even the icing on the cake, here's the real kicker, I'm that tribrid asshole's soulmate once removed apparently.

So yeah, you try finally putting yourself out there after two years of reliving one of the most traumatic moments of your life. Losing someone who until 2 days ago you thought was the love of your life, only to discover that he wasn't and that you have a soulmate.

Then when that truth is revealed to you, you revel in the pure elation it brings until your happy moment is shitted on when you realize that your mate is the asshole who left you, his soulmate stranded.

I nearly had a breakdown in that clearing when he left, how could it be so easy for him, when it was painful for me to watch him leave?

Oh yeah, that's right, I'm not his first choice. Guess that's why it was so easy to leave.

"You've done it again," he said standing over me. I hadn't even noticed when he left his seat to make it to the other side of this massive desk where I was seated.

It was truly befitting of Malachai, absolutely ostentatious, yet truly beautiful. It was a statement piece, serving to inform all who entered who was in charge the moment you set foot into his domain.

The size and detailed craftsmanship were enough to indicate this was yet another custom made piece of furniture. I would wager that it was built in this very room.

I could imagine him sitting behind this desk, broad-shouldered, stone-faced, dark foreboding eyes, daring you to fuck with him.

"Wolf speed?"

He shook his head, "Human."

Shit. I really did do it again.

"Maybe we could get a psych evaluation?"

"I'm not losing my mind, Balfore."

"Didn't say you were, but it could be shock. Maybe we should see a professional, Malachai will have my head if anything happens-"

"Fuck him."

"Amina."

"No, seriously, Balfore," I said as I rose from my chair, "Fuck. Your. Alpha. I don't give a damn how he feels as I'm quite sure he doesn't give a flying fuck about me," I said as I faced him.

For the umpteenth time, I had reached my boiling point, the fury was a slow burn, like lava descending a volcano's flank.

"If he did he wouldn't leave me in your care, he'd fucking be here! So fuck him!"

"You don't mean that Amina, he's your mate."

"You know what? I'm leaving."

I wasn't having any more of this conversation. I went to move past him when his abnormally large bicep came into view, blocking my path to the office door.

"You know I can't let you do that."

"You can and you will, I'm your Luna, right? So get the fuck out of my way."

None of this was his fault, but I needed something, someone to take my anger out on, and seeing as he was the only one here, he'd have to take the brunt of it for his alpha.

"I'm under the alpha's order, I cannot go against it."

"Understand me," my voice dropped an octave as I held his gaze, "You will let me out. Get out of my way."

I watched as he stumbled back as though fighting to stay afoot, what the hell was wrong with him? He stared at me in shock as he struggled to stay in place.

"What? How?" he questioned.

My hands went over my mouth in an attempt to silence the gasp of surprise that escaped my lips. I was doing this to him, and I had no idea how, but he was fighting my command or at least trying to.

It was then that I felt it, the weight of my words crushing him, how was I doing this?

Slowly my hands left my lips, dropping to my sides. I approached the beta with lips pursed as I stared at his hulking figure, "Oh, Balfore," I sighed, "You fought the good fight, but you have to know when to hang it up," I said as I patted his cheek a little harder than I should have.

I walked around the chair so as to avoid making more contact with him. I took one last look at him only to find him struggling in the same pitiful position, I smirked. Is this what it felt like to have power?

"I'm done, Balfore. You'll tell him for me, won't you?"

I didn't wait for an answer.

I left the office in haste for my room, well Malachai's room to grab my things. Thankfully I didn't come with much, just a weekend bag, my phone, and my charger.

While I had GPS, I had no car, an issue I needed to resolve quickly. Luckily, I had spotted the garage when I first came here. What were the odds that I'd find a car?

My attempt to stealthily sneak out of the house was laughable. I was in a house full of wolves with enhanced hearing, who was I kidding? They probably heard me the moment I left the office.

With what I hope was a neutral face, I walked through the corridor, giving a slight nod to anyone who looked my way. I made it through the main doors, down the steps and made my way to the garage, which was thankfully open.

The Gods were truly on my side today, I thought as I came across ten cars occupying the massive garage. Like a madman, I searched for the keys, until I came across the lockbox by the garage door leading to the house.

It was open.

Ten keys for ten cars, I needed the most inconspicuous one, but I had forgotten where I was. Shadowfang didn't do inconspicuous, what stood before me were luxury vehicles. Tesla, BMW, Audi, and a few with logos I couldn't place.

You name it, they had it, all in black, and still worthy of regard. One by one I tried the lock button on each car until my eyes fell on it.

My fingers traced the outline of the white trident as I assessed its beauty. It was sleek with sharp edges that were sure to provide agility, and its darkness would provide me some cover as the area was not well lit.

I could practically feel the adrenaline thrumming through my veins at the thought of getting behind the wheel. I would glide along the dirt roads taking me far from here before anyone could realize I was gone.

Despite its beauty, it was the least conspicuous of them all. I was sure to gain attention, but with the windows tinted as dark as they were, no one would know it was me.

I had made up my mind, I would drive with the lights off, letting the lights from Malachai's home provide some light. It'd take about ten minutes to get through the town we'd passed on my first day here.

Hopefully, it would be lit well enough so I can get by without having to turn on the headlights. I'd turn them on once I reached the road so I could see where I was going.

With the tap of a button, the car door opened and my ass practically skated across the smooth leather seat.

I'd never known leather to be so comfortable until today. It was better than my bed, I could fall asleep in this thing, wait, is that memory foam?

I shook my head, clearing the distraction from my mind, I hadn't been gone long, but it wouldn't be long before everyone realized my absence. By now, they have probably called Malachai.

Quickly, I made all the necessary adjustments seeing as whoever drove this car was a fucking skyscraper, and with the push of a button the car came to life. My hand descended on the gearshift, and it was then I realized it was a stick shift.

Shit.

It had been some time since I last drove one, but silently I thanked the powers that be that Aaron taught me how to drive one all those years ago. Memory, don't fail me now!

Carefully, I exited the garage, driving past the main house, and in no time, it was long behind me, out of sight.

It was eerily quiet as I drove through the small town. A few people here and there on the streets and all the shops were closed save for the pub and cafe, but even those establishments were practically empty. That's odd, very odd.

I thought Balfore said they were the most frequented establishments in the pack?

I picked up some speed, whatever was going on, I didn't want to stick around to find out. A few minutes later, I reached the dirt road, which would have looked old and abandoned had it not been for the tire tracks and occasional footprints that suggested otherwise.

I turned on my headlights and switched on the GPS. How I remembered my way through town was baffling, but I wasn't foolish enough to solely depend on my memory now.

It was far too dark and the greenery didn't exactly make this road any less creepy, who knows what could pop out.

Starting route to 15 Syre Lane...Head north down Fort Road. In 20 miles take right down Bane Road.

My heart was hammering in my chest, but I ignored it and kept driving. I needed to get home, grab my things, and call Linda.

I couldn't possibly stay at my apartment anymore. Malachai would just follow me there, and then there was Michael if he knew that much about me, my address surely wouldn't be difficult to retrieve.

Oh, God, I needed to find a new place to live. The thought of apartment searching alone was already tiring. I turned the air conditioning up, it was way too hot in here, it felt like a sauna.

My clothes were sticking to me uncomfortably. And why the hell was my heart still beating so fast?

In 10 miles, take a right on to Bane Road, then bear left on to Intestate 90.

The drive was long, but I had covered good ground. Once I hit the highway, I'd be home free. A smile crept on my lips at the thought that I had escaped.

Girl, you got wings not even Malachai Rendell can clip, I thought to myself as I chuckled in triumph. A soft laugh escaped my lips before I broke out in hysterical laughter. I was laughing so hard I could scarcely draw breath.

Tears trickled down my face from what I thought was laughter, but the next thing I knew I was crying. What was happening to me?

Turn around.

"What?!" I shouted as my body jolted, frantically looking around the car to ensure I was alone.

There was no one.

These feelings are not your own. Our mate, our beloved, he is in distress.

"What are you, who are you?" It was that voice again, the same one I heard in the clearing, and now that I think of it, the same one I had been hearing since I first met Malachai.

I thought it was just my conscience this entire time, little insidious thoughts that would I shut down before they could take root.

Her presence was usually subtle, a small whisper, a barely audible snicker, but back at the clearing it-she was pleading with me, and now she was louder and clearer than I have ever heard her. She was angry, and worried, how was this normal?

We must go to him! He knows we're gone, we must return.

"No!" I shouted, "I'm not going back."

We must. We cannot-

"Shutup!"

She didn't respond.

From the day I met that man my life has been turned upside down. I went from obsessing over him to yelling at a voice in my head, any sane person would know that I was losing my mind.

I can't do this, I can't live like this. I need to be wherever Malachai isn't. If this is all happening because of him, then the solution is simple, remove the problem.

I stopped in the middle of the road, hunched over the steering wheel trying to catch my breath. Breathe in, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...breathe out.

Five deep breaths later I lifted my foot off the break and with a sound and quiet mind, I continued down the road.

50 mph

"In 5 miles, take right onto Bane Road,"

Turn around, Amina.

"Malachai? Ho-"

Turn. Around. Now.

60 mph

I was panicking again, how the hell was he in my head?

Come back home. Now.

"Home? I am going home, you piece of shit!"

70 mph

In one mile, take right onto Bane Road.

I'm coming for you, Amina, he growled through the mind link, And when I find you because believe me I will find you, his voice trailed off before he said, Just know you will never run from me again.

80 mph

In 900 feet, take right onto Bane Road.

I don't care if I have to lock you up and throw away the key. Amina, you will nev-

In 500 feet, take right onto Bane Road.

"Fuck you, Malchai! Fuck you!" I shouted, "I don't know who or what the hell you think I am, but if Balfore didn't give you the message, you can get it directly from the source. I'm done, whatever this is, it's over."

My mind fell silent, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

In 100 feet, take right onto Bane Road.

I switched gears and reduced my speed; before I knew it, I was on Interstate 90, and it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Home free, I thought to myself as I glided down the highway.

His dark chuckle reverberated through my mind, We'll see about that, Amina.

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