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"More dangerous than you, Jayce, and even Neo?"
He slowly nodded. "Sometimes he acts weak, but that's simply because he's not using a hint of his real Alpha power. Have you noticed he tries not to talk through the pack bond unless for serious scenarios?”
"I've noticed," I admitted.
"There's a deeper reasoning to that. Maybe he'll eventually show you a bigger glimpse of his power. You may have not seen the potential when he helped you in the Alpha Forest, but trust me, Dimitris is Alpha of our Forbidden Pack for a reason," he emphasized. "Even if a rebellious Wilting Flower grinds his Alpha gears and makes him want to switch positions."
"Dimitris wouldn't become a Beta," I voiced.
"If it meant we'd be safer from our enemies, he would," Saint countered. "Dimitris doesn't care about power as long as those he loves are safe. One loss almost killed him. I don't think he can afford to lose another person he cares dearly for. Even if we're the Forbidden Pack and have agreed that there's a chance any one of us could perish during each dangerous exchange we deal with, I can't discount the fact that the reality of any of our deaths would ruin Dimitris."
"Who did he lose?" I inquired, but there was a knock on the door.
My eyebrow arched and Saint got on his knees to try to crawl out, but the door was already opening.
Fuck!
I scooted right in, spreading my legs further out so they wouldn't knock into Saint, who was probably forced to sit back on his knees to not hit his head against the inner roof of the desk.
The look I gave the guard was intense enough for him to flinch before he quickly apologized.
"I'm terribly sorry, sir. Your last scheduled appointment is here. They tried to call you from downstairs to let you know, but the phone was engaged.
My sour expression only made him bow in respect. "Again, sir. I'm sorry!"
"Let them in," I huffed.
Saint? You're gonna have to stay down there for a bit.
I hadn't used the pack communication in a good while, but it seemed to get to him because he replied,"Don't worry, William. I'm comfortable. Be wary of this individual. Their magic is strong."
That warning made me sit up taller as I placed my arms on my desk and dropped my pen in case I needed both hands for this last meeting.
The security guard was probably waiting for me to be visibly prepared before bringing the last guest in, but in a few seconds, he was gesturing for them to enter.
I was immediately intrigued by the individual as she looked more like a teenager or at least someone who’d just turned eighteen. She had long pink hair with golden locks that held a bit of orange undertone to them, while her skin was a caramel shade. Her complexion was beyond flawless, and I wondered what nationality she was from because she definitely held two cultural traits.
I assumed African and potentially Korean descent from certain facial features and the silky strands of her extremely gorgeous hair, but from one look at her aura, I knew without a doubt she held intense magic.
Is she a witch? Healer? Hybrid?
Signaling the guard to close the door gave us the privacy we needed to start a conversation. I arched an eyebrow as I waited for her to say something, but I noticed the way her body tensed before the waves of nervousness practically oozed out of her body.
"And she's shy,"Bria concluded, her knowledgeable eyes staring at the woman just like I was.
"So, you are?" I prompted, my irritation obviously striking through my question and making her flinch to attention.
"I-I'm sorry! My name is Whitney! Some call me Whit, others call me by my nickname Winter," she introduced. I frowned, not because of her name, but because of the chosen nickname. I couldn’t see why she’d be named after such a chilly season.
"Winter?"
"Ah." She seemed to realize what I meant and nervously bit her lip. "Am I allowed to show you?"
"If it doesn't kill me, sure," I replied because I was actually curious. She beamed at my approval and quickly lowered her bag and the clipboard to the side of where she stood. She walked right over to my desk. I remained alert and observant as she reached the exquisite surface and placed her hands lightly on it.
Lifting my arms off the desk, I let one slip beneath to scurry for Saint's hand. His hand grasped mine while I let my other hand pick up the pen to casually spin and distract her from what my true intentions were.
My eyes widened as I watched the entire desk freeze in a blink of an eye, before the room itself seemed to be frozen in a matter of seconds. I squeezed Saint's hand to ensure he wasn't a frozen popsicle, and he squeezed my hand back, relieving the way my heart had gone from calm to galloping panic.
