Chapter 199: Maeve and Vina...
Selene POV
"Luna, could you look at the budget approved for the weekly Pack House supplies? We need it to be approved as soon as possible, there is talk about the prices of goods increasing in the coming days. Better save for the rainy days,".
The new Pack Housekeeper said thrusting a sheet before me which I collected trying to sound normal. All day, I’ve been working with divided attention. One eye trained on the clock and another on the pack. All attempts to reach out to Reid and find out what was happening had proved abortive. His phone was switched off and there was still no word from Kragen yet.
Was he angry with me? I wondered. I tried to remember our last conversation and it was amiable. After he told me I was with child, we talked some more about our collective plans but that was all. I couldn’t remember if we had any squabbles before he left. Kurtis too, couldn’t help out in this situation.
I contemplated calling Xavier but what could he do? Nora was his mother and he won’t take my side over hers. I was hoping that she was bluffing about me leaving the pack. Perhaps, if she returns and sees that I am still resolute then she won’t force it because, at this moment, I was counting on my wits to get me out of this situation.
I perused the document before handing it over to the housekeeper then watched as she left. It was 8 pm now and I was scared to death. Deciding I’d had enough for the day, I decided to go check Noah’s office before heading to my room. Quietly, I glided through the corridors, trying not to bring undue attention to myself. Soon, I arrived at Noah’s office and slipped in without anyone noticing.
His office was dark and had a foreboding aura when I entered. I wanted to turn on the lights but who knows who could be watching now. Instead, I turned on my phone’s flashlight and went towards his desk. What greeted me was a strange sight.
Noah’s desk was filled with stamping ink. There were papers strewn everywhere. Some were squeezed as if whoever had been using it was frustrated with getting ideas. The rest was shredded hurriedly, I could tell but shredded in such a way that it would be difficult to read the words on it and that was strange.
Noah was a meticulous person, who took great care of his appearance and every other thing he did. He hates for things to not be in place so this was strange. I looked through his drawers, hoping to find something but it was empty except for office stuff. I need to know the answer. I was tired of all these half-truths. Picking myself through the chaos, I started for my room.