Page 26 of Fated to Her

“I don’t want to go to Soya. Sam knows where we live there,” I tell him.

“What about Emery’s? Isn’t her apartment empty? We could go there,” Cyrus asks, looking at Eli.

Emery? That name is familiar, yet I can’t place it.

“Who is Emery?” I ask, my limbs heavy. I yawn, and the heat ravaging through my body dims, giving me some relief.

“My sister. The one who picked Maya up from school when we first took you to Soya,” Eli says, his thumbs stroking my cheeks.

“She has an apartment in Soya?”

“Yes. Sam won’t know where it is, and it can only be accessed with a passcode. I will give her a call and see if it’s still empty. I know she was trying to lease it. They are in the midst of moving the pack out,” Eli tells Cyrus.

I vaguely remember him mentioning he has a sister, which reminds me I know little about the rest of his family. He rarely speaks of them, and I completely forgot his sister had picked Maya up from school for me once when I first came to Soya.

“Come on, let’s get you into something comfy,” Cyrus says, grabbing my arms and hauling me to my feet.

He helps me slip out of my clothes and into some track pants and a jumper. I know it isn’t cold today—the sun is out—yet I tremble.

“What about my family?” I ask worriedly.

“Pete has people watching the house and Maya’s school. He won’t get near them. At the moment, our main priority is getting you away from here,” Cyrus says just as Eli comes back into the room.

“The penthouse is still available. She said she would meet us at the airport when we land.”

Eli comes over and grabs me, and I lean on him.

“Think I may have given her too much?” Eli asks Cyrus.

Cyrus shakes his head before touching my head. “No, she is still warm, and it will burn out of her system pretty quickly, just initial effects. Do you feel okay?”

I feel fine, just my limbs heavy, but I still feel them. Still feel alert and not groggy, just heavy.

“Can you walk, or do you want me to carry you?” Eli asks, and I wrap my arms around his neck, knowing it will be quicker.

He lifts me, his hands going under my ass, and I see Cyrus grab the suitcase off the bed, following us out.

“What’s the rest of your family like?” I ask as he trots down the stairs.

“Not worth knowing. Emery is the only good one,” Cyrus answers, walking behind us.

“So, you still have family alive, then? You never talk about them,” I ask Eli, pressing my face into his neck and breathing in his scent.

“Yes, but they aren’t like the rest of us. They live off-grid and can be barbaric. As Cyrus said, they aren’t worth knowing.”

“You don’t like your family?” I ask him, a little shocked.

“No, Emery and I keep in contact, but neither of us has anything to do with them. We escaped and went rogue before building our own pack. Emery looks after my old pack now. She is their Alpha. Where we are going is her apartment block. It will be safe there and full of other Lycans. Sam wouldn’t be game enough to set foot in that place.”

“So where we are going is your old pack?” I ask, confused.

I didn’t even know he had a pack.

“Yes. I stood down as Alpha after I found Cyrus. It was hard for him when we first met to live in a pack with his bloodlust,” Eli answers.

My gaze darts to Cyrus. “So, you gave it up for Cyrus?” I ask as he puts me in my seat.

“Yep, I loved my pack, but I loved Cyrus more,” Eli says, climbing in beside me.