Arranged To The Alpha
Chapter 66

Blake:

I wrapped my arm around Natalia who was sitting in front of me.

Her back was to my chest, and despite her not saying a word, I could tell that a lot was going on in her mind. I didn’t even have the courage to try and get into her head to read what she was thinking. The fear that I was feeling was one that I couldn’t really describe.

“Natalia, do you want to talk to me?” I asked, breaking her train of thoughts. She turned to look at me, and it broke my heart to read the pain that was in her eyes. The insecurities that I have fought hard to help her get over were back in her eyes, and I knew that the reason behind that was her seeing Myla alive in front of me. Hell, even I didn’t understand how that happened, but I didn’t even want to think about it. I would rather leave it vague for now.

“I am scared of what you would say, Blake. I am scared of you considering…”

“Natalia, I am not going to consider anything concerning this topic.” I said, stopping her. “I am shocked, I won’t tell you that I am not, but that doesn’t mean that I would be going to Myla. The woman that I saw today was not the woman that I was with, that is one. Two, I am deeply in love with the woman who took me when I was in my weakest of states. You saw through my weakness and loved me regardless of it, don’t think that I don’t know that. If you are going to compare yourself with Myla, then I want you to compare this. Myla took me when I just became Alpha, I was at my strongest of states, and the top peak. She got the power that any Luna would want, and the love that any woman would desire having. When you came, I was a broken Alpha who lost his mate a year back. The two of us got married by arrangement, we had barely seen pictures of one another. I hated you, and I believe that you know that. I hurt your feelings, and I offered you nothing to take. You gave me your heart, your life, and gorgeous soul, making ME breathe again, something that she didn’t do.”

Natalia’s eyes softened as tears formed in them, breaking my heart. I knew that the fear used to consume her about me comparing the two of them with just a picture being hung on a wall, but I had to admit, regardless of everything, I knew that Natalia would always be a lot better than Myla was ever was when it came to loving me. Natalia loved me with and without anything. She didn’t need to be offered anything to love me, nor did she need to be offered strength or power for it. She just loved me for who I was and that was something that I was grateful for. The way she looked at me was something that I wouldn’t replace for the world, her gentle gaze was one that comforted me, letting me know that I wasn’t alone even IF I was indeed alone. The way she spoke to me, her smile that brought light to me in my darkest of days. All these things were simple things that made my heart skip a beat when I thought of them.

I cupped her cheeks, gently wiping her tears before nodding at my beauty. I pulled her in for a k**s, not really caring that others were around. Each one of us was tending to their needs before we found out what was going to happen. Us working together was going to be a challenge of a lifetime, I knew that very well, but I also knew that we had to do our best to survive. Otherwise, I don’t even know how my brother thought of this, but our bloodlines as magical creatures would not only be shaken, but we would be at war, and that would bring bad consequences to the world that we did not want to think of.

When that happened in the past, the casualties that came with it not only made history, but also made us regret ever fighting to begin with. Those who not only died in the wars were affected, it was those who survived and were tormented, used as slaves by the humans who felt the most pain. Not only did they lose their loved ones, but they were also enslaved, and we were forced to work together to save one another before going into hiding again. If history does repeat itself and magical creatures are enslaved once again, then I do not know how we would be able to get out of this alive. The power that these humans had now was far more advanced and dangerous than the one they ever considered having back then, and if the stories were accurate, the number of struggles that they went through were countless to get out of this.

“If the two of you are done playing the act of lovers, then we still have to discuss how we are going to get out of this alive. You are aware that your brother is out there, waiting to kill us all, and I am not in the mood to be at the end of that stake.” Elijah said, catching us off guard. I pulled away from my mate and raised an eyebrow at him before the two of us stood up. I wrapped my arm around her waist, smiling when I found that she relaxed a bit before my eyes hardened as I looked at the vampire.

“The task shouldn’t be too hard if we choose to work together.” Armando, a demon said, looking at me. The number of demons here made me wonder how on Earth they had the power to catch them without dying and how they were even held captive, but that was the last thing I could care about. Armando was a partner of mine in the past, and I was forced to cut ties when things started going a bit too dark as he chose to become a Capo rather than a normal businessman, not that I expected any less if I were being honest.

“Yes, but that would actually require us to work together for that to happen, don’t you think?” Elijah asked, putting on a sarcastic smile.

“Yes, indeed he is right. Considering the fact that neither one of us has been working with the other for years, some of our species haven’t been looking at the other to begin with for over centuries. We have our problems, and we have had them for years now. Therefore, how do you intend to make that work?” Rita asked, an elf who knew that they were direct enemies of vampires. They have been fighting for years, and both have killed more than we can count, and therefore have chosen to just stay apart now.

“We are going to be forced to make it work, otherwise, we will end up killing one another, and that will not work well. I understand that to some it might not make a difference, and with the circumstances that we are in, the wars that we would end up opening are not going to be in our advantage. Plus, there is the fact that they would be PUBLIC, and humans will be attending. For some, it might be cinematic, but if anyone catches on to the fact that this is real, then we are screwed. Our families are also going to be watching, and that makes it a whole lot worse as some of us are Alphas, others mafia, and some even cops. Imagine all of these in one room, watching their loved ones die. The witches and my brother are just setting us all up for a never ending war again, and though I don’t understand what HE is benefitting out of it, we are going to be getting more damage than good.” I said, looking at Rita who took a deep breath. “I understand that a lot of us don’t want to work together due to feuds of our pasts, and some that are still ongoing, but if you have any other option that would work right now, let me know.”

“We kill your brother and get this done.”

“If you can, then do, but I doubt that his witch would allow us to do so.” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

“For a man who loves a different woman, I am surprised that the witch is with him, still being his partner. Don’t get me wrong, but aren’t witches usually protective of what ‘belonged to them’?” Armando asked, shaking his head in question. “It is the one thing that we had in common with them, unless that has changed within the centuries.”

“I doubt that the witch is really as attached to him as he claims she is. But I know for fact that they are taking advantage of him, and though I am aware that he can very much hear us right now…” I said, looking at the camera, nodding at it, noticing that it was now pointed at me. “I know that he will not listen.”

“So, what do you plan to do?” Elijah asked, and I smirked, crossing my arms over my chest. Challenging my twin who I could hear approaching. I turned around to the door, hearing his footsteps as he neared the room.

“Another form of survival games.” I said, glaring at the door before it burst open, revealing witches alongside my brother whose eyes were wide with rage and anger. His eyes met mine for a second as he took a deep breath, trying to process what he was doing as the witches around him piled into the room. “Attack…”