C62 Racheal may be working with my stalker

Freya’s pov

My mind was a spiralling mess the next few days, I couldn't get to Racheal or my stalker as I spent my last few days in the court.

The organization provided housing where people could sleep and work and also get acquainted with the work ethic here. Artemis And I stayed together and in all those times I was keeping myself from going mad with curiosity and questions.

And now we were going back to the pack house, tired and in need of a real home and space. I would have been tired but not when my sanity was at the brim of being lost.

Artemis hugged me as we both retired to our individual room. I couldn't quite describe it, it was an uncanny feeling but he had been acting weird lately, especially with Jude and ever since that confrontation from Jude, I hadn't heard from him.

He just dropped a bombshell and disappeared from the earth’s surface.

I pushed open the door to my room and stepped in, the interior was welcoming and unnerving. Unfortunately the comfort my room offered couldn't wash away the inquisitive part of my brain that irked for answers to the questions swimming in my mind.

My stalker who’s name until now I realized I didn't know stepped out from my large closet.

“You! You better start talking,” I instructed him as my fingers came up and pointed an accusing finger at him.

He backed away, and raised his hand shouting, “talking what?” he feigned ignorance.

If he was going there then hell I'd accompany him all through every ride.

“Everything! Everything about my father, all that you know!” I threatened, walking up to him, “and you better involve every damn detail,” I warned him.

“I don't ——”

He began lying but the door swung open by Rachael. She smiled and trotted in. The audacity she had to look me in the face everyday and lie to me, outrightly.

“What's up people, and you,” she looked at the guy beside me dressed in soft brown pants and black sweatshirts.

“Perfect! Every liers are present,” my voice on edge with a forced thrill.

“Is everything alright?” she notices the shift in my time and demeanor.

“Alright? I don't know, why don't you tell me,” I walked off to the chair and sat with my legs crossed. Her eyes darted to the stalker and back at me, then tentatively, she smoothed the milkmaid beige color dress that she wore and moved to my side.

She assumed the seat slowly, “are you alright?” There was a gleam of worry in her eyes and tone. Searching me for any sort of injuries or harm.

While I was quiet for a moment she darted her eyes at the stalker who looked equally dumbfounded or at least feigned to be.

“Who are you?” were my questions, outright and direct.

“Well— I don't know what you mean, I'm Rachael,” she chuckled at the end in confusion.

“Is that even your name?” my face was straight when I said that, staring at her. She still looked just as confused and I realized one thing, she had lied so long and even believed her character, so it would be hard for her to grasp what I meant.

“I know you are not from this pack, Rachael,” I revealed.

“And you, the court leader; Jude, he knows you are here,” I shut him a gaze.

His mouth dropped and he immediately came and crouched down by my side, “he knows I'm here? How,” he asked, like I got any better inkling than he.

Rachael was a sputtering mess, so many emotions swam in all at once, all amongst, confusion, denial, frustration and confusion again.

“You…you.. Know?” the last part of her voice was below a whisper. When I nodded in agreement, she quickly covered her mouth, utterly baffled.

“Where is he now, I mean how did he know, are you sure you are not being spied on by the court?” worry veiled his face and my stomach sunk when the thought of being spied sounded very convincing, that was something the court could do.

If they did spy, did it mean that Artemis was aware…. But if he in fact knew, why would he lie that he had the stalker…or was he just saying that to steer the court from me?

“How.. How did you?….,” Racheal gaped at me, “how did you know?” she finally found the words.

“Jude, he told me,” I answered.

“What!”

“Why?” she sat up, “I mean why?”

I looked just as confused as the pair of eyes that scrutinized me like a security machine, inquisitive. I reflected their expression because ever since he dropped that bombshell on me, I haven't set eyes on him ever since.

“I don't know, but he has something against me and so he wants to disrupt me but at the same time he wants me to find out the truth,” I stated what I believed he was doing.

“But why? What does he stand to gain?” Rachael asked.

My answers were abrupt and not thought through, I just shrugged my shoulders, “To remove me from the court, I guess,” I remembered how they had been so adamant about me not joining the group, he in particular.

“So how big was the information or secret that he thought I would step down,” I asked out loud.

There seemed to be a blanket of silence dropped on us, as both Rachael and the stalker shared a not-so-secret glance. Fuckers knew something.

“You know something!” I accused, “spill,” I ordered in all solemnity.

Racheal scratched her neck and picked on her fingers next. He on the other hand stood up and went to sit across from me, contemplating if he should, if they should.

“You better talk unless you want a free trip to Artemis dungeon,” I cautioned.

That brought the walls down when he swallowed hard on his spit and sat up straight.

“Tell her who you are first,” he urged Rachael. That seemed very friendly, like they were some acquaintance or sort.

Pause, hold up! Did they know—-

“Do you know each other?” I asked with bulged eyes.

Their long interminable silence with lingering stares only confirmed my suspicion.

I shut up, “so you do know each other!”

I've been betrayed multiple times, but this? This was just another level. I shook my head in denial, it couldn't be true, it just couldn't.

Racheal hung her head low and studied her dress more intently, fiddling with the hem of the cloth.

“So that means you knew my stalker?” my hand flew up in her direction.

Another moment of silence.

That was a yes.

Fuck me.

“You've got to be kidding me! You knew he was my stalker? And you didn't say anything? Did you plan this?” I was becoming hysterical as everything felt like a movie.

She immediately came to my side, “off course not, and he wasn't ever going to hurt you, I would never do that—”

“Really! Wouldn't you,” I snapped and pushed back, getting space from her.

“I would never,” she tried to reach out to me again but I pulled back.

A dry laugh left my throat, “I find that hard to believe, why?”

“Because we are from the same pack,” she yelled with eyes closed, “we are from the same pack,” she whispered. Her fist clenched by her side.

What was happening?

She opened her eyes and they were crystalled with tears, red and she sniffed.

“You are kidding.. You are definitely kidding, tell me you are joking, tell me Racheal that you are joking and all this Is a lie, a silly game, tell me, tell me!” I beckoned.

But rather than the reply I wanted, she inhaled and shook her head, “I'm sorry Frey, but that's the truth.”

“How? How? I mean how did you know?”

They both cast a dejected look on the ground, answer my damn question, and don't look at the ground.

“Your necklace,” she simply answered, like that would magically explain everything.

“Yesss,” I dragged, “what about it?”

“It's a symbol from our pack?” she stated.

“What, so you see any necklace and you immediately have knowledge of how and where it came from,” my tone was wholly and utterly sarcastic.

She looked down once again and I fought with everything inside of me not to leave my spot by the door and jerk her head up.

“It belonged to your father,” he took to answering for her. Dammit! They had a knack for incomplete sentences. I arched my brow and gave them a very annoyed look, one that I could muster that showed very much how mad I was.

“I'm listeningggg,” I urged on.

“Tell her,” Rachael spoke lowly.

“It belonged to your father who was the Alpha.”