(Author’s POV)
’Al, our mate still had not co back,’ Alex said, his tone filled with complex emotions. He was angry, he was hurt, he was desperate, but most of all, he was sad.
Alaric didn’t give any reply. He just looked up at the transitioning sky. The vibrant sunset glossing the horizon in fiery orange, blues, golds and reds, creating a worthy, magnificent spectacle, but that didn’t move him even in the slightest. It only made his mood more grim, morose.
He has been waiting for Myra for almost seven hours. He saw her sister, whom he recognized from the Damona airport, when she ca to pick Myra up, coming back to her house. Even though her parents returned, there were still no signs of her.
With every passing second, his frustration grew more and more. He hadn’t contacted Dion even though he knew Myra was with him. But now he couldn’t wait any longer; he was on the edge. Alaric was just about to make a call, as Dion’s mind link was still blocked, his phone started ringing.
Seeing his phone’s display, he creased his brows and pursed his lips in a thin line. Then, he cleared his throat and punched in the answer button, "Hello, father."
"Alaric, what’s the situation over there?" Nathan asked; his usually aloof voice now had a tinge of sothing inexpressible.
For a nanosecond, Alaric couldn’t decipher the aning behind his words. Then, alarm bells started ringing inside his head as Alex comnted, ’Has Dion already inford everyone about Myra and her family being here in Esteria?’
"Father~ .... I was going to~ ...." Alaric started, but was interrupted by Nathan, "Has there been any news on the Vampire King yet?
Alaric paused, ’Ohh~ .... he was talking about Jacob Larson’s matter.’ He felt relieved, and then his tone shifted to his usual manner as he told his father, "Brave and Elio must have told you. He will be coming back the day after tomorrow. This ti~ .... I will," but once again, Nathan cut him off, "Alaric Everests, what are you on about. The Larson Airlines private plane, carrying Jacob Larson, has t with an accident. This news is all over the world. Don’t tell , even after being in Esteria, you don’t know about it?"
Alaric was left speechless. His eyes went wide with shock. He couldn’t help but yelp, "WHAT! What are you saying, father?"
"Alaric, where are you right now?" Nathan questioned him. His voice shifted to that dangerous, ominous territory. "You know what~ .... we will discuss about our matter at a later ti. Right now, you and Dion go to the crash site and see what is going on over there," Nathan commanded with a bone chilling voice.
After Nathan disconnected the call, Alaric imdiately made a call to Dion, but unsurprisingly, his phone was switched off. He tried to contact two~ .. three~ ... four~ .... more tis, but it was all futile. In the end, he had no choice but to leave a voice ssage, "Dion Everests, wherever you are, whatever you are doing right now, whosoever you are with. Drop that down and contact imdiately. Sothing has happened to Jacob Larson."
Sending two or three more such voicemails, Alaric started the car and zood off.
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anwhile, inside Myra’s house, the atmosphere was tense. Wendy’s face was etched with a grave expression. When she first saw the online post about her sister and Alaric Everests, she was stupefied. Then a sudden surge of joy coursed through her. She was just about to count her lucky stars, but then she scrolled down and saw the comnt section, which was full of foul language aid only at Myra.
Reading all that, Wendy couldn’t contain her rage and started replying to every hate comnt personally. She was relentless, ruthless and matched the language cut to cut, in the battle of cussing and swearing.
Comnter One: ’Such a plain faced chick, walking alongside one of the most eligible bachelor. Tskkk~ .... what a mismatch. I don’t like it. Ewwww~ .... #Alaric deserves better.’
Wendy’s reply: ’You should look at your pig like face in the mirror first before unloading your poop here. Her plain face is much more better than your made up one.’
Comnter Two: ’This girl is always luring all the rich, hot, sexy and influential guys. Such a gold digger. Says a lot about her humble origin.’
Wendy’s reply: ’Even after having money, you are still brainless. What to do? I think you should probably go to the hospital ASAP~ .... to treat your inferiority complex. Ohhh~ ... or maybe it is a genetic disease. Because of your origin.’
Comnter Three: ’Her Oscar level acting is comndable. She tries so hard to act like a studious and devoted person. But her intentions~ .... They couldn’t be hidden for long.’
Wendy’s reply: ’Ohhhooo~ .... Are you jealous? You don’t have such acting skills. I think you should focus on your studies more rather than defaming people without any knowledge. KNOCK YOUR VULGAR MINDSET OFF, Sir.’
Wendy’s sarcastic replies shut off more such remarks. After doing her part, she even reported all the accounts. She even ssaged the admin, saying that if they didn’t delete all the negative comnts, she would report the post as well.
"Trying to malign my sister, Dream on. I, Wendy, will defend her to my last breath. Such crass, sordid people. Tskkk~ .... I want to rip their hair off their head in the most horrific manner. I want to sew their cheap mouth and prick their dirty fingers. I want to stuff an umbrella inside their mouth and then open it, making you a Frilled Lizard. Arghhhhh~ ... Ohhhh hell, they all make sick. Thank goodness, sis doesn’t have her phone with her. She would be heartbroken and mortified to read all that shit.~ ..." After letting all the steam out, she muttered, "I should go to sis and check up on her."
But when she reached the finance building, she was told that Myra was accompanying Alaric for the day. She returned back to her class and thought of asking Myra after going back ho.
It has been forty five minutes since she ca back, but there was no sign of Myra. William and Sandra, who were not aware of what happened on campus, had also arrived ho, but her sister hadn’t. This really made Wendy nervous. ’Why is she not here yet? Did sothing happen? No~ .... No, that can’t be. He is with Mr. Alaric Everests. She is probably alright.’ She repeated in her mind, but the next second, she was all anxious again, ’I can’t even call her. What should I do? ... Forget about Alaric Everests’ number, I don’t even have Prof. Dion’s. Jeez~ ....’ Then all of a sudden, she realized she have Elio’s contact.
After a lot of contemplation, she decided to give it a shot. She searched for his number, walked out of the house and hit the call button. One~ . Two~ .. Three~ ... On the fourth ring, Elio’s clear and soothing voice echoed from the other end, "Hello~"
Hearing his calming yet masculine voice made Wendy feel self conscious. For a good two or three seconds, she forgot to reply, her breath hitched.
"Hello~ .... Who is this? Hello," Elio spoke from the other end.
In a small, hesitant tone, Wendy replied, "Hello~ .... Mr. Elio~ .... It’s~ ... Wendy. Rember, we t at the~ ...."
"~At the Crown Opulence banquet," Elio completed her words. "Hi, Wendy. I am glad you contacted. Everything good?"
Hearing his words, a faint blush crept up her cheeks. Her ears shifted crimson as well, as she answered, "Everything is good. Were you~ ... were you waiting for my call?"
Elio was in the hospital, checking on the progress of a brutally attacked pack warrior. Without much thinking, he humd in response, "Umm~ .... By the way~ ... if you don’t mind, can we talk later? I am in the middle of sothing very important," he told her.
"Ohh~ .... Of course," Wendy said, then it clicked to her about why she initially called him, she almost scread, "WAIT~ ...."
Elio was about to cut the call and resu his work, but hearing her yelling, he asked, "What is it? Did sothing happen?"
"Actually~ .... I~ .... I~ .... Can I get your elder brother’s number?" Wendy asked, stamring.
"Huhh?" Elio wasn’t expecting that question from her. It totally caught him off guard. Covering his phone with his hand, he said to the nurse, "I will just be back," exited the ward and went outside. He then asked bluntly, "Why do you need brother Dion’s number?" His voice was sharp, his eyebrows knitted together.
Leo was disappointed as well. He remarked, ’In the end, she too turned out to be just like those opportunist people. Now that we are not in Esteria. She wants to try her luck with Dion.’
"Ohh~ .... Not Mr. Dion but Mr. Alaric. I need to contact him regarding my sister," Wendy told him.
For the second ti, Elio was left dumbfounded, "What? Brother Al’s number regarding your sister?"
To Be Continued . . . . . .
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