CHAPTER III

Lyka's P.O.V

I painfully opened my eyes adjusting to the brightness in the room. The light evading my eyes causes me to wince in pain. Why didn't i bother closing my curtains damn it? My head hurts a lot like I spent last night drinking. I rarely drink but since I was at a party with my ex, I sure as hell drank a lot. I don't remember what really happened. My eyes adjust to the light and now I take in my surroundings. White walls, grey linen curtains, white marble floor. This is not my room. I immediately rise up fully awake now. This room was no way near my room because of its vastness. Sure we were rich but this was far beyond.

I looked at my body under the non-familiar pink duvet finding my dress missing and replaced with a grey sweat pant and a white t-shirt. You surely are dreaming now. I gazed at the white ceiling in shock. I couldn't comprehend what was happening. The events of last night hit me like a tornado. The bad men murdered my ex. I gasped in fear now. I remember struggling with the men and my savior. "Mr. Harry," I whispered to myself. What happened to him? Was i kidnapped? If I was, then these kidnappers are filthy rich. I have to find out what was happening. Ignoring the throbbing head, I slipped out of the duvet my feet landing on the cold marble. The feeling awakens my nerves.

Suddenly the door burst open and if I wasn't shocked, I am surely hallucinating. "Mom," I called in a daze. My mom entered the room her face calm. She was dresses in a pink cotton sundress and her blonde hair in a ponytail. She didn't look hurt and that relieved my fears a little. "Mom what happened? I called you yesterday but couldn't reach you. Are you fine? What is this place? Why are we here?" I asked as soon as I gained my senses. I still surprised with how fast I formed those questions but I need answers "You should calm down dear. I fine dear." she walked to me. Sitting beside me, she hugged me quickly. When we pulled apart, I couldn't make out what she was thinking, whether she was scared or calm. She still hasn't exhausted my questions.

My mom had a way of hiding her emotions behind her emerald eyes. "Lyka dear, there is nothing to worry about." she cupped my face her emeralds assuring. "Mom, Julian, the men...they killed him...Oh my God!.... Mr. Harry..." As I panicked and shook terribly at the memory of that night, the door burst open again. This time I couldn't hide my surprise. "Mr. Harry," I gasped shockingly. He walked nonchalantly into the room, his presence intimating. His eyes met mine briefly before they returned to my mom. What the hell was happening? If this is a dream, I need to wake up. I glad he is alive but what about Julian. Harry is only in a white t-shirt clinging to his muscles and broad chest and a pair of sweats. He was carrying a tray in his hands. Is this a dream? "Gabriel," my mom called. Gabriel. Isn't this Mr. Harry? Why is my mom addressing him as Gabriel? "Olivia," he addressed familiarly. What? mom and Mr. Harry was on first name basis.What was happening?

Am I missing something here? Many questions are swirling in my mind endlessly before I realize that the tray is already beside me in my mom's hands. "I can see you are awake Lyka." Mr. harry knows my name. I didn't know he knows who I'm. Something is fishy here. "Mr. Harry," I acknowledge. "I am glad to see you are awake." he says softly almost amiably. This is not happening. The man I have been crushing on . "I thought you would be hungry. Anyways I will leave you two alone." he said his hands crossed on his chest giving a great view of how muscular he is. If I wasn't this confused, I would be drooling at the sight. I am confused, I want to ask him about last night. Where is Julian? Was he alive? The kidnappers, where they arrested?

"Meet soon Lyka," he walked out of the room before I recovered from my fear and questions. The way his name rolls from his tongue effortlessly makes my heart to throb. I am looking forward to us meeting indeed. When the door is closed, I throw my mom a 'what was the fuck was that' look. "Dear, I know you have a lot of questions now but if you want these answers, you should first eat, freshen up and come down." Mom addressed. She was right, I have many questions right now starting from where were we? "Eat up now child, there are clothes in the wardrobe." my mom stood up to leave. If I was confused, now am suspicious.

Like a good girl, I welcomed the food since i am famished as my mom walks out. The meal was actually better than i expected. When I was done, I noticed a door that led to a huge ensuite. I was amazed by its vastness and modernity. Whoever was the owner of this house was surely filthy rich like an oligarch. The huge bathtub and a shower. This was incredible. After the long hot bath, I walked out of the room in the most comfortable fluffy towel to find the dirty plates missing. By now my headache is gone and I am back to normal. Shrugging it off, I walk to the vast wardrobe. Everything in this room is vast. There were new clothes in the wardrobe. They were definitely my size and I wondered how it could be. I settled for a pair of new jeans and a black blouse. I found a pair of flip-flops and wasted no time. I was eager to know what was happening. I combed my hair and twisted it into a messy bun.

I reached the door my heart now heavy and beating so hard. What was waiting for me outside this room? That I was yet to find out. I couldn't stop my heart from panicking when I thought of going out to meet cops. I guess they are now waiting to arrest me. I don't want to go to jail. No good memories I have heard. Shut up coward. You didn't kill him. I opened the door meeting with a long hallway. I walked stealthily on the marble making sure not to make unnecessary noise. There were closed mahogany doors and i kept asking myself what was behind them but I didn't want to be nosy. At the end of the hallway, there were stairs. There was a flight of stairs that led to another floor down and when I made it to the last one, I realized I saw no person in the large villa. Where were all the people?

"Hello," I was startled by a masculine voice. From one of the room came a brown hair guy who looked my age. As he walked closer, I could tell he was handsome with the sharp jaw, amber eyes and the perfectly combed chestnut brown hair. He was in a simple plain grey shirt that hugged his body perfectly and a pair of jeans. He was fine to my eyes. "Take a photo, it lasts longer." he said in a flirtatious tone. Can you be less of a weirdo l?

"Cocky are we?" I sighed. "With the way you were gawking at me, I would call it creepy but from a beautiful woman, I don't care." he smiled flashing his white pearls. "Okay," "Oh I guess you are the new girl. I am Sebastian by the way." Sebastian offered me his hand with his perfect smile. "Lyka," I introduced and I wasn't surprised with his strong handshake. "What is this?" I asked curiously and judging by the look on his face, he wasn't the person I would get answers from. Really Lyka, curiosity killed the cat and now you scared a handsome guy. "I am sorry," "Well you may want to go to the living room if you need answers." "Thanks." I beamed at him. "See you around gorgeous." Sebastian and Keith could really make a perfect team.

I walked to a bigger room and I was surprised when I opened it. I expected the men in blue but to my surprise there were no cops as I thought and I was relieved somehow. I mean somehow. Not only was Mr Harry and my mom there but also two other people, a brown haired man and a blonde haired woman who look early forties if I was right. What kind of meeting was this? The more I stayed here, the more curious I got and it wasn't helping. With all the stares I get from the people in the room, I want to crawl and hide under my skin.

"Great you get to join us Lyka." Mr. Harry addresses. I walk further into the room taking a seat besides my mom ignoring the stares. "Since we all here Gabriel, can we get started?" the man asked impatiently. Was Gabriel Mr. Harry's middle name? First it was my mom and then this stranger. I am really confused now. "Patience Marco," Mr. Harry replies in a firm voice. "You do realize we don't have time..." the man I now get his name is Marco is halted by the woman beside him when she places a hand on his thigh. "Can we get this started?" the woman said gazing at me. Mr. Harry nodded and cleared his throat. I felt the need to ask my mom what was happening but I could see she was focused on Mr. Harry. "The alpha is dead." Are we being serious here? Alpha, yeah that's what Mr Harry said. Someone known as alpha is dead but no person on the to even flinches.

''We are yet to find out who did this. These same people wanted to kill Lyka because someone told them she was her daughter." Did I get that straight? Is Mr. Harry in his true senses? My mom is sitting beside me. All eyes in the room are staring at me? I am internally freaking out and if it isn't for my mom's hand holding mind, I would be freaking out now. "These people are waging a war. They know the alpha is dead and they would do anything to destroy us. The lunar eclipse is near now." Mr. Harry spat. His face was cruel and angry. "Don't you think it's Lloyd's or Marcel's work?" the woman I don't know yet asked. "I don't think so Ethel. Lloyd and Marcel have been loyal servants and they couldn't do something like that." Okay now am lost, I am wondering what in the first place am doing in this place. No one is even paying attention to me now. I don't understand or even know the people being talked about. I actually even am wondering how my mom knows Harry.

"And what has this whole thing got to do with me?" Thank God with my question, I gain all their attention.