SIENNA’S POV:
Turns out that ice hearted, soulless prick of a bitchy witch was not lying. Breakfast arrives eventually. Two hours later, Anne Marie and I are finally out of that bedroom (which felt more like a holding cell) and in the hallway. Lovette leads us downstairs to the servant quarters; she has a look on her face like she wants to gut us.
"Here is something easy you two omegas should be able to do," Lovette says, her voice sounding a little too sweet and yet arrogant.
She points to a heavy mahogany table in the walk-in china pantry. It is crowded with gold plated plates, goblets, utensils and pots that smell like old metal and dust.
"Sit there and finish polishing those collectibles. Lady Amanda wants them spotless," she says, her red lips curling. "Shouldn't be too hard to do... Better keep it on the up and up. I know what you two have been up to lately."
Anne Marie and I look at each other. I do not know what her problem is today; then again, Lovette is always moody. She walks away, then suddenly spins back around (fast) to stand in the doorway.
"I meant it! I know what you two are up to..."
Anne Marie gives me a look. Then as soon as Lovette walks away…
"What's up her ass..." she asks through the mind-link.
I try not to smile.
"Nothing! Nothing at all, and that is the problem. She needs something up there... then maybe she can stop being such a saggy old, fucking bitch."
Anne Marie snorts and quickly covers her mouth. Her hair is a mess down her back. I am smirking until I smell something. It is him.
Anne Marie freezes. Then we hear it. Patrick's voice. It is deep and sounds British. My heart thumps against my ribs. They are actually here, in this house. In real life. Not a dream.
"Anne Marie, that is... "
"And Marcus," she says, her eyes wide.
Our cloths hit the table. We walk on the cold marble floor (barefoot), staying quiet as we follow the voices. We hide behind a large, scratchy fern near the conference room. We can hear Patrick talking about rogue vampires with Lord Jeffrey and Marcus.
Jinx whimpers in my ear. "Ours!"
Patrick is right there. His blonde hair catches the light and his blue eyes look sharp. Marcus is seated next to him, looking tense. Anne Marie digs her nails into my arm. I can smell her arousal, and mine is spiking too.
Then, Patrick's head snaps toward the door. His nostrils flare. Marcus stiffens, breathing in deep.
Jinx howls inside me. "He smells us... "
My heart beats faster. We need to move. But it’s too late.
“Gotcha!” Lovette snarls. She yanks our wrists hard. “Eavesdropping on hive royalty? You stupid little omegas!”
They’re in the doorway now. Patrick looks at me. There is a spark of recognition in his gaze, a weird warmth. Marcus looks at Anne Marie with the same shock. Lovette drags us away; her grip is like a clamp. We both look back at them, but that bitchy witch keeps her pace steady, dragging us.
“Lord Jeffrey will hear about this!” She shoves us back into the pantry. The door slams before we can turn around. The key turns. The lock clicks. “Polish every damn thing until your fingers bleed! And pray your superior alpha and beta don’t seek punishment...”
Anne Marie collapses against the table. She is shaking. “Sienna... Patrick looked at you like...”
“Like he knew me,” I say. My cheek still feels hot where he stared. “And Marcus? He knows you too. I saw it.”
Jinx paces. She is frantic. “Mate. Mate!” She won't shut up. She sounds like a broken alarm.
But how? Our past is gone. Erased. He is an old wolf. Sure. But he is no Zeta. Our wolves remember things. That's how we're built.
Then, memories hit. I am pregnant again. We’re on top of his Bentley. Patrick's hands are on my belly. I feel Micah, Jared, and Aaron kicking. Marcus is laughing with Anne Marie on top of his own Bentley. Her belly is just as round as mine. Both cars are parked near the shores of Lakeview’s lake. It is dark out, the moon is high and the stars twinkle like their winking at us.
It was real. The seer's potions cannot erase this. Another memory hits me.
A week ago. That breakfast party. It smells like raw meat and sweet treats. The dining hall is huge and cold. Power is coiled tight around us. Nothing but well dressed elite wolves and vampires.
I am near the head table. Anne Marie is beside me. I see Dr. Greyson's face on Lord Jeffrey's phone. He answers fast.
“Patrick, hello,” he says. His voice is low.
I catch pieces of the talk. I hear "prophecy," "rightful heirs," and "final destination, secured.”
Now, just outside the door, Patrick's voice rumbles: “No harm has come to them, correct, Lovette?”
“Lord Jeffrey and Lady Amanda have ensured they’re treated fair and well...” Lovette lies. Bitch.
Anne Marie grips my arm. She is panicking.
“They're talking about us,” she says in my head, her voice sounding tight.
“Good, we expect you to keep your word. Lovette, you understand that as their caretakers, you'd...” Marcus starts, but Lovette cuts him off.
“Oh, they're perfectly fine, Lord Marcus. Just clumsy Omega girls polishing tableware. Nothing to concern yourself with...”
Clumsy omega girls? I squeeze the rag tight. We are Blue Moon royalty. Not some clumsy girls. Anne Marie glares at me. Her breath is shallow.
Lovette's footsteps fade. The pantry is silent. The air feels heavy on my skin.
Jinx snarls inside me. “Liar! She fears the truth...”
“Come now, father,” Lord Jeffrey's voice is sweet and coaxing. “You know you and uncle shouldn't be so close in proximity to them.”
Annie and I look at each other. What does that mean? They cannot be near us? Are we filth? Or will they recognize us as mates? Why do they care about how we’re being treated?
Patrick's reply rumbles through the wood. It is sharp. “Yes, my boy. Keep them both safe. Please.”
“Keep us safe?” we say low together. How long have they known we were here with these vamps?
Marcus and Patrick walk away. Their voices and footsteps fade. I hold a tarnished gold spoon. The metal is cold. There is a fire in my belly.
Memories flood back. His hands on me. The storm. The way he made me come undone in his bed. The pregnancy.
“Patrick knows. He really knows me,” I breathe. It is that mate feeling. Jinx surges forward again.
Anne Marie stands up straight. “And Marcus? I think he really knows me too, Sienna.”
Our eyes meet; that Rightfield blue-green swirling in our depths.
“Of course they do. Prophecy. Rightful heirs. Final destination, secured. What the hell did Patrick mean by all of that?” I breathe.
Anne Marie laces her fingers with mine. She is cold and shaking.
“They don’t even know about the witch? Do they?” she asks. “That oracle who’s fooling us all. Lord Jeffery’s plans?”
I shake my head. No. Not yet.
“Or maybe they do. Not sure what’s going on here. But goddess... something very fishy’s going on, Annie.”
THE END: Is Only The Beginning…