Kiss Of The Alpha : A YA Paranormal Romance

Chapter 188: Chapter 188

Heather

Donovan crossed his arms. "I know this isn’t your cuppa, but you’re the only one of ours who maintained a human shape in the video. People have been calling and asking about you. You’ve got a human record, and they might have no reason to trust you yet, but they’ll hear you out."

Someone knocked on the door just before it opened.

Dad stepped through, wearing one of his ubiquitous suits. His hair was still damp, but combed into place. "It got quiet in here. Have you made a decision?"

Donovan nodded. "I was just thanking Heather for offering her help."

At first I was thrilled to see Dad. I knew he’d get me out of this. I just knew it.

Then he grinned. "That’s my girl."

I couldn’t help the wince of betrayal. He knew I didn’t like being in the spotlight. "You want me to do it?" I said the words slowly, so as not to be misunderstood.

"I know it’s not what you want, but I think this is the best way to go about it. Believe me, I want to protect you from this, but it’s already happened and the media knows who you are. The phone at the house has been ringing non-stop. Your mother finally unplugged it."

"Shit." The word slipped out before I could stop it. "No one’s called my cell phone."

"It’s unlisted, but that won’t stop them for long." He took a breath. "The other option would be to hide, but this isn’t some Hollywood scandal that will blow over in a week. This is a major upheaval in society and we don’t want people to panic."

"Agreed," Donovan said.

"Agreed," Mr. Langdon echoed.

I bit down on my lip to keep from trying to argue my way out of this. I just made our life so much harder.

Brent squeezed my hand. We’re never going to have a quiet life. There’s always going to be something. But remember what I said. You and me—together—forever. We can get through it. As long as we’re a team. You might be the spokesperson, but I’ll be there with you. Whatever you need, I’m here for you.

I nodded. I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this.

I think you’ll do great at it.

I shot a look at Brent. The boy had lost his mind.

Clearly. "So, Dad. You got a speech for me?" If I knew my father, he had this all planned out, and the notecards to prove it.

"Of course." He patted his suit coat pocket.

Good thing. I had no plans to go off the cuff announcing to the world that werewolves were real.

"About this speech." Cosette lifted a hand.

"Finally speaking up, eh?" Donovan’s brows rose. "You weren’t half as eager to answer our questions earlier."

She shrugged. "I don’t like questions. I do have a statement though."

Really? I leaned forward in my chair and I wasn’t the only one. Cosette had been helping us much more than expected, but she still wasn’t very big on volunteering information.

"You’re not to mention the word fey in this speech or any other contact with the humans."

That seemed extreme. I knew now that the fey had more magic than I’d thought, but they couldn’t hide from the humans forever.

"Is that a threat?" Mr. Langdon’s voice held a hint of a growl.

"Not mine." Cosette flattened her hands on the table. "I’m to tell you that the fey have no plans to announce themselves and if they’re outed without their consent..." She wrinkled her nose. "Let’s just not go there."

"What if they ask what you are?" I could lie to the reporters, but I wasn’t sure what I’d say.

"I can go back to playing a witch if that’s easier for you." Cosette glanced at Claudia, who hadn’t said a word this whole meeting. I needed to talk to her again and check how she was getting through all this. "But my advice is that you speak for the Weres and only the Weres. Anything else is asking for trouble."

I nodded. "That seems reasonable." I barely felt right speaking at all, let alone trying to talk about

witches or fey, or anyone else. Just to be sure, I turned to my cousin. "Is there anything you want me to say, Claudia?"

She jumped, grabbing her hands to her chest. "No... I..." Lucas squeezed her shoulder and they shared a look, him projecting confidence and love, before she continued. "I wouldn’t feel comfortable speaking for the other covens, but Luciana was my coven leader..." Pain flashed across her features, but determination quickly replaced the hurt. "I trust you to speak for the few of us who are left. I know you’ll make this about her without trying to paint the rest of us as villains. We can’t have this ending in witch hunts."

My throat suddenly went dry. This was a lot of responsibility. But as I glanced around the table...

Cosette couldn’t speak for us. She could barely speak for herself. The members of the Seven I trusted most had all been caught on film, and I definitely didn’t trust Lisabetta to talk about the witches in a positive light.

It had to be me. The realization made my heart pound, but it seemed too late to turn back. "Are we doing this now?" My voice only cracked a little.

"After you change." Dad gave a pointed look at my clothes.

I glanced down at my outfit—skinny jeans and an old Nine Inch Nails T-shirt. It was one of the first ones I’d screen-printed. It had the downward spiral image on it. I figured after this morning, it was pretty apt. "What’s wrong with this?" I felt comfortable, and if I was going to do this, I should feel comfortable. Right?

"Heather. A dress."

"Yes, sir." I gave him a little salute.

Donovan walked around the table to clasp my shoulder. "You’re going to do great. I know you will."

Yup. Everyone had lost their minds today.

I turned to the other alphas. "It was nice meeting you all."

"I’ll go with her, if that’s okay," Brent said.

Mr. Langdon gave a small nod. "Probably best. Otherwise, I think she might run off."

"Pretty valid thought," I muttered, but all the Weres heard me and laughed.

On that note, I headed back to the dorm with Brent. I dug out my one sundress, which had little yellow flowers on it, and slipped on a pair of sandals. Good enough.

I quickly put my hair up in a ponytail. I hadn’t used any make-up since I’d gotten to St. Francis’s, but I put on a little concealer, mascara, and lipgloss. If I was going to be on camera, I might as well look nice.

I exited the bathroom and held my arms out. "Well? How do I look?"

"Beautiful," Brent said.

"Good answer. Otherwise, I’d have to hide under my bed for the rest of my life."

"Let’s go. Get this done."

I nodded. "Yep. Rip this whole situation off. Like a Band-Aid. ’Cause it’s gonna suck."

Dad was waiting for us in the dorm’s common room. A few people were hanging out, watching the TV and snacking, but the talking stopped when I came in.

I really, really hated when that happened. And after today, I was pretty sure that would happen everywhere I went for a long time. "Please tell me there’s time to practice this little speech?"

"Of course. Let’s go back to the conference room."

"How’s Mom taking all of this?" I asked as we headed outside.

He blew out a breath. "She’s upset. She knew a lot of the people who died, even if she’d been out of contact with them for a long time. It still hurt her."

I hadn’t even considered that. "I’m sorry."

"She’ll be okay. Your brother wanted to come today, though. I told him it was probably best if he stayed away."

"Why should he stay away?"

"I know that you can do this, that you’re strong and can handle it. But this is going to be a circus, and I can’t promise that some of these people won’t act out. Your brother wouldn’t handle that so well. He’s spent his childhood protecting you, but he can’t do that anymore. Not from this."

"I guess that’s true. Sometimes I wish I could hide from all of this. Go home—" I looked back at Brent, walking behind us, and then back at my dad. He worked hard to stay fit, but the worry lines were there. "But I can’t. I’m different, and officially an adult."

"No. You’ll always be my baby girl. You never get too old for that. And you’re only a few weeks past eighteen. I’d hardly call that adult."

It was weird, him not knowing about last night. That I’d basically gotten married without him there. Without any of my family around.

Do you regret it?

Not for a second.

We can always have a more traditional human ceremony.

That would be nice, but it seems silly now.

We’ll do it, but you have to tell Serena.

Crap. I hadn’t even thought of that. When I’d gotten ready for the ceremony last time, she’d helped. She’d been so excited. I should’ve told her what we were doing, but there hadn’t been time. Hopefully she wouldn’t be too upset.

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