Auctioned Mates Revenge
Chapter 23

Glenda's POV

A few days after the party, we headed to the airport. Instead of driving to a large complex, we were taken outside of the city what looked like a large parking lot. There was only one plane around.

The car pulled up beside the stairs that led into the plane. Matt ushered me onto the plane and helped me strap in while an attendant brought up our luggage.

He settled beside me though no one else boarded the plane.

"Do you always fly like this?"

He chuckled, "When I need to. Midnight is a bit too far to drive. Have you ever flown before?"

It felt like a ridiculous question. When would I have needed to fly anywhere? My father had taken a flight somewhere when I was younger and came back swearing to never take another because of the turbulence and how terrifying it was. "Wolves aren't made to fly," I whispered looking out the window.

"What?"

"It's... just something my Dad said once."

"Are you frightened?" Matt asked, "It's safe, I promise... Much safer than Armand flying anyway."

I winced, "Is he... that bad?"

"He's not a bad pilot, he just tends to take his eyes off where he's flying."

How could that be considered a good pilot by any stretch of the imagination? The plane began to move and clenched my fists on the armrest.

Matt placed his hand over mine gently. I wanted to flench away, but the warmth of his hand was oddly soothing as the plane began to pick up speed and I was pressed into the seat from the force of it.

My heart sped up as I watched the ground zoom away below us. Soon, the pilot was speaking, but I couldn't make out what he was saying as I stared out the window.

The capital city of the Warhammer territory looked tiny beneath us.

"What was your father like?" Matt asked, gently.

I hesitated, thinking of what to say that would give him enough to drop it and not so much that it would give anything way.

I could have lied, but I couldn't find it in me to lie.

"He was... a good man. Kind..." I said, "A good husband."

I looked back at Matt who looked somber, "I'm sorry. I... know what it's like to lose a good parent."

I swallowed and considered what to say. It would be so easy to ask about Matt's father and try to get some information.

I'd at least get a chance to prove Alyssa wrong. Matt was Ben's eldest son. He was the heir by default. There was no way they weren't close. "What about your Dad?"

His lips twisted into a sneer and his eyes turned cold. My heart lurched.

"I... prefer not to acknowledge that I have a father."

His tone was cold aloof. He pressed the call button for the flight attendant and ordered a tumbler of whiskey as I stared at him in shock.

It didn't seem like an act, so Alyssa had been right about them not being close.

Did that mean getting close to Matt would be useless in getting my revenge?

When we arrived at Midnight, it was the middle of the night. Matt helped me down the steps and escorted me towards the awaiting car.

Glenda's POV

A few days after the party, we headed to the airport. Instead of driving to a large complex, we were taken outside of the city what looked like a large parking lot. There was only one plane around. "What did you think?" Matt asked with a smile. "Think wolves are made to fly?"

I smirked, "Well, I think I'll reserve judgment until there's turbulence."

Matt laughed and opened the car door. I slipped inside and waited for him to walk around and focused on reaching out to Alyssa.

Alyssa? Can you feel Angelia nearby?

I only hoped that Dan had finally released Angelia. With any luck, she had been sold to Midnight as well.

No. We're further away than we were before.

I worried my lip, glancing towards the other door as Matt's voice came through the windows. He was speaking with the driver or the pilot, so I had a little time.

Can you remember where we were first? Where Dan's dungeons are?

Maybe if we got near enough.

I shuddered at the thought of getting anywhere near Dan's dungeons, but I would go back to wherever they were if there was a chance of finding her.

I'm scared, Alyssa... I'm scared she won't make it. I'm scared I won't find her in time.

I was scared I'd be truly alone, but more than that, I was scared that I was running out of time, and I didn't even know how much I'd started with. The ticking clock I couldn't see made my stomach churn with anxiety. Calm down, Glenda, and focus on recovering. I'll keep trying to reach Angelia.

She was right. I was no good to Angelia if I was going into panic attacks all the time or too weak to fight if I needed to.

If nothing else, you still have me.

The thought brought me some comfort but not a lot as Matt opened the car door and told the driver to take us to our hotel. I didn't recognize any of the buildings we passed, but I couldn't remember being sold to Midnight clearly.

We reached the hotel and checked in. Matt lead me up to the penthouse suite and my room before bidding me good night.

In the morning, I woke up and prepared myself to start looking into Zoe's death. The best thing I could do was get whatever information Matt had on her death and go from there. With any luck, I might be able to pose as Zoe's relative and go to the police station and get some information that way. It was probably safer than going to Club Heaven where someone might recognize me, but I was prepared to go if I needed to.

After all, Angelia might not be there, but she wasn't the only young woman who had been in Dan's dungeons when Zoe and I were sold.

As I walked out of my room, I headed towards the kitchen and stopped at the threshold of the living room. Sitting in the middle of the living room was a pristine, white baby grand piano.

I chuckled a little approaching it. My mom had been a great piano player. She wanted Angelia and me to learn to play so she could finally have someone to play with, but neither Angelia nor I had the patience to learn.

I regret not trying harder to learn. I lifted the key cover and drew my finger across the keys.

"Do you play?" I looked up as Matt walked into the living room in just a pair of pajama bottoms. My eyes drifted over the hard planes of his muscles before I caught myself and looked up to his face.

"Uh... no," I said, shaking my head and stepping away. "Not very good anyway."

Matt smiled and slipped onto the gleaming bench before gesturing to sit beside him.

"Every time I come to Midnight, I get this room just for this piano."

I sank onto the bench beside him, "You play?"

He gave me a cocky grin, "I do. Pretty well."

I smirked leaning into him, "Well, I can at least lay across the top and be a decoration."

He laughed and set his hands on the keys, "I would rather you be in the crowd."

He played a bright chord that drifted through the penthouse then another before the song began to take the shape of a song I didn't recognize. His touch was light and almost playful. I found myself laughing at the boyish grin he sported. The way the sunlight streamed through the window and set a brilliant halo around his head made me smile.

For a moment, I swept away in the playful dream of the song where he was a handsome prince and I was his princess.

I pulled myself from the dream and tried not to feel too ridiculous. Matt wasn't close with his father, but he was still a Wallber. He was still in line to inherit control of the Warhammer back.

He was still going to suffer when I had my revenge.

When the song ended he grinned at me, "What did you think?"

"You're very good," I chuckled. "I've never heard this song before."

He hummed, "I think... I'll call it When Wolves Fly."

I gasped and met his gaze. My chest felt tight as it seemed to skip a beat. He looked down at me, his gaze felt as though he was looking into my soul and setting a fire in my chest.

I was tempted. I had never been tempted by a man before. Three years of suffering at the hands of man had destroyed any longing for a mate in me I thought, but I was wrong.

My stomach churned. He leaned closer and closer. I could feel his breath ghosting over my face as his eyes seemed to be burning with the question.

He was going to kiss me if I let him. He'd touch me if I just asked for it.

Hadn't that been what he said? That I just had to ask for it while I was perfectly sober.

Temptation and desire pooled in my gut. Then, fear made my blood run cold and I turned away.

"About Trinity..." He said nothing and I didn't dare glance at him as I looked down at the keys. "Her body... has it been buried? Or cremated?"

"... I don't know. Midnight's police would have taken care of it."

"Were her parents informed?" I glanced at Matt and found him staring at the keys as if he could set them on fire.

"No family on file."

"Could I have a copy of her file?"

He looked at me for a moment and stood, "Wait here."