The Alpha's Bloodline [Completed ]

Chapter 25. Twenty Questions

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Carla's POV

I'm laying on Zander's comfy bed staring up at the ceiling as if its the most interesting thing and listening to him rant about a girl he did the deal with who was supposed to be a blonde but turned out to be a brunette.

Yeah. Typical Zander.

"What, do you sleep only with blondes?" I pass him a lazy glance where he's laying on his back beside me with his arms folded under his head before looking back at the ceiling.

The ceiling is kinda pretty. It's a shiny black colour with a splash of silver spray paint on it. There are stars of different sizes and shapes dangling from the ceiling through transparent strings.

His whole room looks like a beautiful night view. The walls are painted like the night sky—stars and all. And although it's kinda dark, the crystal chandelier in the middle of the room does the job of brightening the room in a hauntingly beautiful way.

"It's not that I sleep only with blondes. I don't mind other colors. But reds and brunettes are a no no." He shakes his head with a frown and I turn my head sideways to look at him.

"I love your room. Its beautiful." I mutter out of the topic.

"Ofcourse, its my room. It should be beautiful like me. Although nothing can compare to my swoon-worthy beauty." He grins rougishly making me roll my eyes.

"Why is reds and brunettes a no no? As far as I know, they're equally beautiful. Even more." I ask him ignoring his previous words.

It dulls his mood but he looks away from me back at the ceiling.

"I know. It's not about the beauty. Everyone is beautiful in their own way. Its just that. . . It reminds me of someone." He mumbles seeming lost in his own thoughts.

That piques my interest.

Propping on my elbows, I scoot closer to him and stare down at his face blocking his view, "Who?"

Zander looks back at me with those green eyes, "Someone." He retorts plainly.

"What's this certain someone's name?" I'm not giving up so easily.

"Her name is someone. Now get away from my face or I might just kiss you." He says with a smug look.

Giving him the bulls-eye, I flop back onto the bed on my back again.

"Let's play 20 questions. I'm bored to death." I say because well, its the truth.

"Sure." He mumbles again.

Something is definitely off with him. He's hardly so quiet. And Zander hates 20 questions.

"What's wrong with your mood?" I go with my first question and see him raise his eyebrows in a frown.

"Nothing's wrong with my mood. I'm perfectly fine. See?" He gives me a boxy smile and I roll my eyes.

"You can't lie, Zander. Its part of the rules of the game."

He mumbles something about the game being annoying before telling in a single blank tone, "She killed my Dad. I can feel it."

My hand stills on my sides. He doesn't need to say who she is. I know he's talking about Charlotte.

"Then what the hell are you doing here? Go to your dad! Confront her!" I sit up on the bed giving him a flabbergasted look.

He just lays there with a frown etched to his face, "I don't know, Carla. I should be sad, hurt or feel anything at all. But I seriously don't. I knew this would happen. I warned him. But he didn't listen. He bought this upon himself. After what he did to mom, I just don't care anymore. I did my part, he was warned but he still chose his doom—his death. Besides, there's no point in confronting Charlotte. She knows she has something I crave the most. She knows it's the only thing keeping her alive. And the moment I find it, she'd be a dead meat. And that's exactly why she'd never tell me about that thing."