A Weekend With The Alpha
A Weekend with the Alpha Chapter 39

Zera's POV

I don't know how long I stayed there on the floor with my face buried between my legs, but I knew a few hours had passe by. I also got a little sleep with a very weird dream attached to it.

My head still ached, but not as much as it did when I confronted Aaron and it could be because I had had no one to aggravate me yet. If I had taken the herbal tea Aaron's brother, Ivan, brought over earlier, perhaps the headache would have gone faster, but Aaron stepped in and stopped me from having it.

“You could have taken it when he first offered it to you, but you were dramatic! the voice in my head reminded me.

I haven't moved an inch in the last few hours; I stayed with my head buried between my legs and eyes shut. I have thoug! about a lot of things. From my life to my family and loved ones, and then to my job and my home. I wonder if I could retu to it and live life as I did before.

The answer is no, I'd never be able to live the innocent, naive life I once lived. I knew a lot of things I didn't know then. supernatural beings existed and walked amongst us and Aaron, the man I had a child with, was one of them. Henry was too.

If I hadn't seen it myself, I would never have believed Henry wasn't human. I had known him as the sweetest and kindest people, but from what Aaron said, he did that to get close to me. It made no sense. He had so many chances to hurt and harm Zion and me. Why did he wait for over a year to do it? Many questions ran through my head, but I knew I would nev find the answers to them. Henry was dead and he would never answer the questions I had for him.

I wondered what else I didn't know. Who else was around me living a lie? I had kept my circle small, yet predators stayed among them.

The door made an unlocking sound and soon cracked open, and my head snapped up to see who it was.

since the bed was king-size, it was bigger and made it harder for me to see who was at the door while sitting down. I stretched my neck and a slight pain shoot through me. I adjusted my head and waited for whoever it was to come closer. Footstep approached me where I sat beside the bed and not long after, someone stood before me.

I lifted my head and found Ivan in a navy blue long sleeve shirt and vest, standing with his hands tucked into the pocket his grey trousers. A young male with dull brown eyes stood behind him wearing black trousers and a shirt and holding a medium-sized ceramic tray in his hand. The tray had a glass of water and a plate in it, but I couldn't make out what the plate contained.

I sprang to my feet and stepped toward him. I trusted little about what was happening, but Ivan was nice to me earlier, even though he didn’t get to give me the herbal tea. He could be of help to me. Perhaps he could help me get to Zion, my son.

“Ivan,” I called out.

His green eyes narrowed at me and I could swear the eyes I had seen earlier were hazel, not green. Aaron had a flicker in his eyes once in a while, so that had to run into his family as well. His hair then was also black, not blond. I guess my eye: had been deceiving me.

Or the ache in my head was affecting my other senses.

“Iam not Ivan, I am Damor. Ivan is my twin brother and I've been told he looks like me" his voice came out almost as dee as that of Aaron, but lacking the hoarseness. He didn't seem pleased that I had taken him for Ivan, even though they looked very much alike. I guess looking like his twin brother wasn't a compliment.

“You're his twin brother," I repeated, everything finally making sense. Ivan had a much friendlier expression than this one and I knew Damor would be just like Aaron, or maybe worse.

“Yes, I brought you food,” he announced, stepping back and the younger male moved to keep the tray of food on the tabl, at the corner of the room close to the window.

“You brought me food” I repeated what he just said and his eyes narrowed on me as if I was crazy.

“Yes, I just said that,” he answered, dismissing the young male that brought in the food, and he bowed and took his leave “I still don't know why I have to accompany the cook. I'm not a servant,” he ranted in displeasure.

“Then why did you?"

He dragged a long breath. “Aaron has a distrust for everyone but his siblings. He believes in keeping you and Zion safe. T is one way to do that."

At the mention of my son's name, my eyes lit up. “How's Zion?”

He almost gave me a pitiful look. “He's fine”

I scoffed inwardly.

He must have seen the disbelief in my eyes because he stretched his left hand forward so 1 could see the silver bracelet I had on his wrist, “It's a gift from my mom and I swear by her grave that your son is fine.” he answered.

I nodded, believing his words. “Is he awake?” I asked because the last time I raised the question, I was told he was resting “Yes, he is"

“Can I see him?”

He shook his head. “You can't. That's left for Aaron to decide. All I can do is give you your food and make you eat it. Now, come and eat. I have other important things to do.”

“Why can't I see my son? *

“Because Aaron doesn't trust you around him." he blurted out and the look on his face showed he shouldn't have said th: “I am his mother!” I exclaimed in disbelief and threw my hands up. My anger returned in massive folds.

“ am his mother!” I exclaimed in disbelief and threw my hands up. My anger returned in massive folds.

“Aaron was right. You're a stubborn one. I was instructed to bring you food, and I have done that” he moved toward the table where the food tray sat. “Now please come and eat. Aaron wouldn't be happy if you starved yourself in his house! I beckoned.

Making Aaron happy was the last thing I wanted to do. He was making me miserable by keeping me locked up here like ar animal and denying me my right to see my son. So why should I give him anything lesser than misery?

I got up and walked toward the table where the tray of garnished pasta vegetables sat and I threw it off so it fell and scattered on the floor. The tray, plate and glass of water broke into pieces and the food poured out on the floor.

Anger mixed with panic flashed in Damor’s eyes for the first time since he had been in this room.

“F**kI" he cussed, and his eyes darted to me as if I had just done a sacrilegious thing and they glowed red like his brother's. “Aaron made that himself and will not be happy you wasted his effort.”

I picked up the broken glass from the floor and the broken pieces dug into the flesh of my palm. My blood rushed out the next second, pouring onto the floor. “You tell him I am not some slave that can be locked up until I become obedient to him. I have a life, friends and family. I have a job, and a son, and he cannot keep me away from him. I'd rather die than gi him up.”

“Mommy?” Zion called out, and 1 froze in my stand, realising that my son was in the same room with me.

My head whipped around and found him at the door with Aaron, who held onto his hand. His innocent hazel eyes stayed on me and he had a terrified look as he stared at me as if he beheld an alien, and it broke my heart.

He had walked in and found me losing my temper and throwing things around like a madwoman, and now he thought something was wrong with me.

I dropped the broken glass in my hand and I stepped towards him. “Zion, son.’

He stepped back and hid behind Aaron's legs, making my heart hurt even more. Now I was the villain of my story and Aar the hero.

My eyes blurred up and tears ran down my face. “Zion I sobbed and my lips trembled.

“I wouldn't advise you to come any closer,” Aaron spoke, and I looked up and found his disapproving gaze on me. His har gaze travelled to Damor, who hasn't said a thing since my crazy rant went off.

He turned from me and lifted Zion into his arms. “Ivan would come to have a look at your hand,” he said before walking o of the room.

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