The Beast's Possession

**Aife

pov**

After I made the decision to play along with their game a week passed and there was no sign of anything going wrong. Although the feeling didn't fade, I assumed it had to be a stress-related issue, not an actual inner warning about danger

nearing us.

Delta went and came. He spent the majority of the day in the main building, working next to Alpha and the rest of the monsters.

Truth to be told, I hated to admit this, but he wasn't half bad after I got to know him.

Delta loved Amelia more than anything. Two days ago, I watched him swear at the kitchen counter because Amelia accidentally bumped into it. The furniture couldn't move, but Delta ignored the fact and spent a good while berating it. Slowly, I fell into a schedule with Amelia. We spent our days discussing things we enjoyed, some hobbies, I told her about my pack and she did the same. In short, we got to know each other better while we busied ourselves with different chores.

"Aife?" I jumped at Amelia, suddenly calling out my name.

Since she sounded frantic, I dropped the laundry I was folding and ran downstairs. I nearly tripped on the stairs as I tried to notice where she was. "Where are you?" I called out when I reached the bottom of the stairs. "Kitchen, hurry!" Amelia shouted.

I took off and stopped only when I reached the kitchen door. As soon as I pulled the door open, I was hit by a massive cloud of smoke. "Amelia, don't tell me you tried to boil pasta again," I groaned as I entered the kitchen and headed for the windows.

One after another, I opened the windows to air the kitchen out and then, scanned the surroundings. Thankfully, she already managed to get rid of whatever she was cooking.

When my eyes set on Amelia, I wanted to facepalm myself. The sheepish grin on her lips called trouble.

"Okay," I sighed and crossed my arms in front of my chest. "What did you do?"

Amelia kept looking anywhere but at me since the walls had to be more interesting than my presence. I started tapping my foot against the tiled floor, letting her know I was losing patience.

"Fine," Amelia groaned and rolled her eyes at me. "I tried to make that soup thing you mentioned the other day. Remember when we spoke about your mother's fertility issues and you brought it up? I was thinking that maybe it could help me too. Corden really wants kids, lots of them, and I really want to make his dream a reality."

Now, I regretted ever asking and bringing up that detail. Unintentionally, I had given Amelia false hope for a better future. Delta told me in secret that they had seen far too many doctors and all of them said the same thing - trying was useless. Amelia wouldn't become a mother. Not in this lifetime.

I was just a bypasser who had already accepted the reality while she was struggling. That made sense because it was her life, while for me, it was something I watched happen to others.

The look on her face made me feel even guiltier for even opening my mouth, so I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt and offered to help her. We had plenty of time to play around the kitchen while Delta was on patrol duty. Amelia sat on the kitchen counter as I tossed out the burned pot and grabbed another one. Her eyes didn't leave me as I grabbed the ingredients and explained them.

"I have another question," Amelia perked up when I added water to the pot.

"Shoot," I chuckled.

"How are you doing this?" She asked.

Slowly, I placed the pot aside and glanced at her. "Doing what? Would it kill you to be a little more specific?"

"You're an Alpha, aren't you?" She blurted out.

I felt like blood left my head and rushed down to my feet, making them incredibly heavy. Then, all of a sudden, I was lightheaded and swayed in my step. I had to grab the countertop to steady myself. "What?" I choked out the word. "Aife, what happened? Should I ask for a doctor?"

"No," I shook my head. "No need for doctors. I just... You caught me off guard, that's all."

"I'm sorry, I didn't intend to bring up anything that makes you uncomfortable. I was just wondering... Shoot, no wonder Corden always reminds me I'm too curious for my own good. I always make everyone uncomfortable with my questions. I didn't mean to. Sorry."

It wasn't that I was surprised by her words. No. It was the initial shock of anyone here recognizing my title. The title I didn't deserve. There was no such thing as packless Alpha.

"It's fine. Really," I forced a smile to erase the worry she felt.

"I will never bring that up ever again. Promise," she announced as she jumped off the counter and approached me to place her hand on my shoulder.

I shook my head again. As much as I appreciated her effort in making me feel comfortable, I knew I couldn't escape the truth. I was who I was, no amount of denial and secrecy could make it go away.

"I don't mind. My initial reaction is poor for most part. But I really don't mind."

"I really hope Corden will come back home soon. I'm craving some fast food today. Might send the poor guy out to the city to bring us some crap food," Amelia laughed awkwardly.

She was so weird whenever she tried to change the topic, it was getting a little ridiculous.

Since my reaction to her question pretty much ruined the mood, I decided to focus on the darn soup. Amelia handed me her notebook so I could write down the recipe while she kept stirring the contents of the pot. Surprisingly, she didn't burn anything while she had someone watch her cook.

When the silence became too much even for me, I decided to get rid of the tension. "How about we drink some tea?"

Amelia instantly perked up and grinned. "Yes, please. Tea sounds wonderful right now."

I got to work on preparing it. As I grabbed the cups and put the kettle on, Amelia hummed a melody under her breath and kept stirring the pot.

Once the water was ready, I grabbed the cups and poured the boiling water over the tea bags. When I filled both, I placed the kettle back in the place and spun around to ask Amelia if she wanted sugar, but didn't get to ask anything as I accidentally bumped the cup off the counter.

The glass shattered next to my feet. Amelia gasped, grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the crime scene.

"I'll clean that, don't worry, accidents happen," she whispered, trying to console me seeing how bad I felt about breaking the stupid cup.

"No. You're the woman of this house, remember? I am your forever maid, so it should be my job to clean up. Besides, it's my fault, only fair if I get rid of the evidence," I laughed.

"Woman of the house or not, you're an Alpha, so you hold a higher position than I do," Amelia tried to argue, still grinning at me.

My lips parted, but no word escaped them as we were startled by the kitchen door, flying open and hitting the wall.

Amelia and I jumped to look in the direction and gasped as we realized we had an unexpected guest. The beast himself.