Chapter 439: + - 439+
Angelo obediently let himself be taken back to the mansion, spacing out on the car ride. If he wasn’t walking behind Nikolai’s men, he would have walked right to the stairs. In the elevator, he stared at the metal walls, not on guard despite being in an elevator full of men.
He got on the bed when he was ushered into his usual room by a familiar face, his body felt boneless, it felt like too much work to keep his eyes open. For the first time in a long time, he felt what it was like to be sleepy.
Angelo didn’t remember falling asleep, waking up hours later from a dreamless sleep when the sun was going down. There was a knock on the door as he groggily opened his eyes, Angelo forced himself to get off the bed— Nikolai wouldn’t knock.
And he was right, a different Alpha was standing on the other side of the door, he was a familiar face, one of Nikolai’s men who always stood guard right outside his room.
The Alpha opened his mouth to speak and then gave up halfway, giving him a strange look.
That sobered Angelo up somewhat, wondering what could be on his face to rob one of Nikolai’s men of speech. "Can I help you?" He asked flatly, unamused. It wasn’t often he got to sleep dreamlessly, he wasn’t happy to have been interrupted.
The Alpha seemed to snap out of it, gesturing at the mobile tray in between them. "For you. The boss said to eat it all."
Angelo narrowed his eyes at the covered dishes on the tray, even without seeing the contents, he could already tell that there was far too much food for a single person to eat all alone.
He took the tray and then closed the door in the Alpha’s face, it was probably his fluffy hair... Angelo trailed off, all the blood leaving his face. He forgot the tray close to the door, stumbling a few steps.
Even the savory aroma of food couldn’t cover up the dark scent spilling from him, no wonder Nikolai’s bodyguard had given him strange looks. It was faint but it was there and it made his throat close up from fear.
Angelo ditched the food and rushed to the bathroom, tearing his clothes off and shoving them in the sink to wash them. While he soaked it to get that scent out, he jumped in the bathroom and scrubbed his skin hard enough to peel.