Alpha Noah ✔️

Chapter Two

Word Count: 1780

~Abella

I didn't leave my house for a few days.

What Cian said to me plagued me. I've always been a rather anxious person, only doing things I know I'm comfortable with, living through my outgoing friend, Sam. My apartment is the one place where I feel the most safe, so I keep myself here when things aren't going right. And to say the least, nothing is going right at this point.

"What is going on? Two guys stalking me in one week? No one has ever looked twice at me before, so what's changed?" I complain, holding the phone to my ear. I haven't allowed Sam to come in, since that means unlocking my door. So the phone will have to suffice.

"I personally think you're being over dramatic," she comments. "I mean, maybe you heard him wrong? He was probably just looking for your number."

You can run all your like Abella. I'll always find you.

"I'm not being over dramatic. Trust me, the guys a total creep, and I hope I never see him again," I mutter. Getting up from my seat, I wander over to the window. Pulling back the curtain, I look at all the other apartment buildings, lights off, curfew in full effect. Everyone is leading the perfect lives promised to us here in the Harmony Pack.

"You have work tomorrow. Promise me you'll go," Sam says softly. My weekend is over, meaning I'll have to step foot outside of this apartment and live my life. I'll have to set aside more of my savings money for taxi rides home from work every night.

Closing my curtain again, I sigh deeply, walking into my bathroom to turn the shower on, balancing my phone between my ear and shoulder. "Yes I will. Okay?"

We say our goodbyes promptly.

Going to work the next morning wasn't as difficult as I assumed it would be. Through the taxi window, I didn't see no golden hair man with a flashing gaze. It was a welcome reprieve to be in the back of the mail room, sorting through mail that isn't for me, but for wealthier people living better lives.

Jeffery, the mail delivery guy pops his head into the room around noon. He has a painted look of excitement on his face that unmistakable. "Abella. I have some big news that I think you would be interested in finding out about."

I pause my sorting, looking up at him. Jeffery and I have never really spoken much. So him coming into this room calling for my attention is strange.

"What's so interesting?"

"We've been asked to hand deliver a package to the Alpha's estate. It has been requested that you come along with me also to ensure it is delivered safely, and promptly," he tells me. I almost drop the package I was holding, unsure if I heard him right. Jeffery is old, so maybe his hearing isn't the best.

Jeffery walks into the room, holding something. It's a small, matte black box with a emerald green ribbon tied around it. He holds it as if he is the most delicate, expensive things he has ever touch. If he is right in it being for the Alpha, then he is probably right.

"Are you sure? We have had things being sent to the palace all the time," I comment. It is usually given to a worker there, and from that point I assume it's given to the Alpha.

"No, I received a call that requested this be hand delivered. By you."

Blinking a few times, I try to wrap my head around that concept. It doesn't seem right, considering the fact that I doubt anyone even close to the palace knows I exist. We may be the only post shop in this small town, but it's one of many in the Harmony Pack. Why would he chose this one, and why would he decide for me to go?