Chained By The Alpha Jessica Hall

"Where were you Cleo, I saw Deacon leave with you! Don't lie to me, I know you're lying!"

"Are you really going down this road right now, I told you I never left with him? Is that so hard to believe?" I ask, my disbelief growing by the second

"I saw you!" she screams, her face turning

purple in her anger as she clenches her fists glaring at me

"Fine," I snap, my patience wearing thin. I can't deal with this anymore, now isn't the time for it

"No, I wasn't with Deacon last night. I was with someone else."

My words seem to shock her, she flicks her long

hair over her shoulder and crosses her arms

"Who?" she presses, her interest piqued

"None of your business!" I shoot back, refusing to give her any more ammunition against me

She opens her mouth to speak again, but I cut

her off

"Lydia, I swear," I start to explain, my voice shaking with emotion. "He left me at the club; I don't know where he went after that. Last time I remember seeing him, he was dancing with you and Maya!" "Of course you don't remember how convenient

I don't believe it," she snaps, rolling her eyes

My gaze flickers over her body, taking in her disheveled appearance - the smeared makeup, tousled hair and rumpled clothes. Her gaze goes to me. She sneers, eyeing my clothes suspiciously

"But clearly you were up to no good, look at what you're wearing. Where did you get money for that dress, are you whoring yourself out now?"

"I'm not doing this with you, think what you want," I wave her off dismissively. She really grates on my every nerve

"But you managed to find your way into someone else's arms, didn't you? I wonder what Deacon will think about that. You're nothing but a slut, who else are you screwing? Does Deacon know what a whore you are?" She keeps pushing, her words laced with malice and accusation

"Wha-?" I stammer, caught off guard by her accusation. But it isn't entirely baseless. Last night, in my drunken haze, I had ended up entangled with Zayn, but not in the way she 1s

suggesting

"Lydia, it wasn't like that," I say defensively, my fingers twisting nervously in the fabric of my dress. "Let's just inform my dad and organize a search," I say, trying to keep the quiver out of my voice. My mind races, attempting to focus on the task at hand: finding Deacon

"Fine," she begrudgingly agrees, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. "But you still haven't answered my question, Cleo. If you weren't with Deacon, where were you staying last night? Or should I say, who with?"

I feel my cheeks heat up, knowing full well that no answer will be good enough for Lydia. But there's no escaping this conversation now

Taking a deep breath, I muster all my courage and admit, "I stayed with Zayn." She stops beside my car staring at me

Nervousness creeps into me, fuck I am so busted. My father is going to kill me

"I tried to drive home and Zayn ran into me," I tell her truthfully, and she scoffs

"You were with Zayn? As in, you spent the night with him?" she asks, shocked

"Zayn found me outside the club, alone and wasted, trying to drive home. He helped me back to his place, Deacon was not with me."

"Wait, so you were gallivanting around with a rival pack alpha the same night Deacon goes missing, and Iam supposed to believe that is a coincidence!?"

"Lydia, I don't care what you believe, just get in the car so we can find him. We've wasted enough time." She huffs but does as she is told,

and then throws another accusation my way

"Do you think your new boyfriend, Zayn, had something to do with Deacon's disappearance? He doesn't like him," Lydia points out, pursing her lips as she cocks a brow as if I would know the answer to that, after spending a little time with Zayn

I feel a surge of anger at her suggestion. "Zayn wouldn't hurt Deacon," I snap back. "He has no reason to. Besides, he is probably fine, you'll see all this worry will be for nothing."

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you? she presses, her eyes narrowed in

suspicion

"Yes, and I think I would have known if Deacon was with me! He wasn't!" I snap back at her, and she falls back in her chair, folding her arms

across her chest. Yet, my mind goes back to what Zayn said about how he saved me, but never said from whom. I shake the thought away, Deacon would never. Right? But the thought has been embedded into my mind, and for some reason I can't shake it off as we continue the drive homeProperty of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Once home, Lydia rushes inside and I see my father 1s now home. I am dreading going inside now, I know Lydia will blurt to my father about me being with Zayn, and I can already see the fight this will cause

Once Lydia is inside, I pull out my phone and send a message to Zayn. My fingers hesitate for a moment before I type

Me: 'Deacon is missing. Can you check the club's footage from last night? Maybe it can help us find out where he went.'

I hit send, feeling a mixture of hope and desperation. Zayn might be my only chance at finding out what happened to Deacon. As I wait for a response, the weight of the situation settles heavily on my shoulders. But for now, finding Deacon is my priority, and everything else will have to wait

Zayn replies a few seconds later

Zayn: 'Deacon is missing? I saw him last night before I left. He was dancing with Lydia. I can meet you at the club later, and we can go over the footage together.'