Strings of Fate

38- Sleepwalking and spa days

I put it out of my mind and turn my attention back to those in the room. Bellamy looks dead on his feet, he also looks annoyed.

“It’s got

got to be those damn canine Shifters. Wright has always had an issue with me. Mum never liked him either.” He sighs and deflates. It makes him look even more tired.

“But I can’t prove anything. At least not yet. Maybe I should go and try and find something more solid I could-” I cut him off.

“No, there are more immediate issues. Like you getting some sleep before the party tonight.” I keep my tone firm. I am not suggesting he sleep, I’m ordering it. He needs to rest or he will be totally useless. Tonight will be stressful enough for him as it is. I don’t need him loopy. from sleep deprivation.

“But I need to get proof the canine Alpha was involved in the attack. I can’t just leave it.” He objects. Megan takes the chance to put in her two cents.

“I’m with Ryann on this one Bel, you need sleep. Besides, you have your own personal army of Shifters ready to obey your every whim. Use them.” He is shaking his head before she even finishes talking. He meets her eyes.

“No.” He says stubbornly. He is holding her gaze, Megan stares back at him for about thirty. seconds, there is a clear battle of wills going on here. Ultimately though, Megan fails. She drops her eyes to the floor.

“Dammit.” She mutters. Her shoulders slump and that tells me that she’s done fighting him. on this. Well she might be done but I’m not. I step closer to Bellamy. He is still watching Megan. I see a look of guilt flash across his face, gone as fast as it came. I guess he really does feel bad using his Alpha status to boss his sister around. I put a hand on his arm to get his attention. He turns to me and seems surprised to find me so close. I put a hand on his other arm and turn him to properly face me.

“Bellamy.” I’m standing close enough that he has to look down to meet my eyes. Standing like this, the red thread that connects us is less than 30cm long.

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My voice is firm, but I keep my voice soft, barely more than a whisper. He stares down at me stubbornly. His eyes widen in surprise when I don’t look away. I have no idea how much time passes, but Bellamy eventually relents. He doesn’t look away, he

is thinking about our previous discussions of my dominance. Dam it. I was hoping to avoid this for a while longer. But

distance. Hopefully he doesn’t connect the dots and realise what me being his equal

yes, I’m going.” He turns and trudges slowly

satisfied look on

I demand, defensively. She

excuse. I can’t tell if she believes me or not

full day ahead

the door.

calls out behind her as she climbs up a staircase that I didn’t notice

I walk past and head back down the

house. She had arranged full body scrub spa treatments for us followed by facials, manicures and pedicures. During the process the beauticians brought us drinks and lunch from a cafe next door to the spa. I have never felt so spoiled in my life. Darrien is following behind us as we enter.

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was concerned that our manicures might not be totally dry yet and didn’t want to risk it. The risk must have

him.

a good sport this morning Darrien. That had to be pretty boring for you. You can go relax now. I promise to

at her.

into the

I also really doubt that he was bored. Most of the time he seems content just sitting and watching Megan… exist. Megan thrusts both handbags into my arms. All she has now is her phone which she apparently had in

stairs, remember, my room is the first door on the right. Let yourself in and make yourself comfy. I want to call Tristan real quick.” She waves me away as she heads into Bellamy’s office for privacy. I follow her instructions and head up the stairs. The top of the stairs lead to another hall with four doors. The first on the right has a cute little name plate. on it with Megan’s name. The others are all plain. Still, I know that Bellamy must be asleep in the room to the left, I can see our thread. The other rooms are spare bedrooms I think. It seems a little odd to me that they live together even as adults. But apparently

mean to.” I apologise. Bellamy shakes his head, although his eyes still

stifle a squeak as he steps forward, grabs me around the waist and pulls me to