Chosen by Fate, Rejected by the Alpha

Chapter 929: Chapter 114- Talia – Confrontation Part 1 (VOLUME 5)

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Talia

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Things were a little weird today, and I don’t just mean me having that vision this morning. Or any of the things that went with that. After Lex and I joined my parents in the meeting, things started to change, and a lot of weird things were happening.

First, Lucas came running into the room and told my parents as well as Uncle Dietrich and Uncle Shawn. They were apparently needed in another room for whatever reason. I hadn’t been able to hear it all since they were whispering about what was happening, and I was all the way across the room from them. All of them looked worried though, so I knew that something had to have happened.

And, of course, I had been right. Not long after my parents and uncles left the room, we all started to hear some yelling from the other side of the hall. That was coming from my dad’s office. What was going on in there? And was that my sister’s voice that I heard? Wasn’t she supposed to be in class right now? Not that I had room to talk. I was home from school as well, but I had a reason to be here.

It wasn’t long after I heard my sister screaming at someone that I saw Uncle Vincent and Uncle Gabriel running from the room. Mom must have called them and said that she needed them. They were good men, strong men, but they were more beneficial when they were meeting people for the first time. Did that mean that there was someone in there that we had never met before? Were they using their powers to see if this new person, or people, could be trusted?

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I was so curious about what was happening that I wanted to see what was happening. So desperately it seems, that I didn’t even know when I started to walk toward the door to the hall.

“Talia? What are you doing?” Lex put his hand on my shoulder and stopped me mid step.

“I..I feel like I need to go over there.” I barely spared him a glance before I looked back toward the hall. “Something is drawing me in that direction. I need to see what is happening over there.” I started to walk again as I answered him.

“Then let us go together. Please do not try to leave on your own.” He gently grabbed onto my elbow and guided me into the hall. Now that we were a little closer, with fewer walls blocking out the sound, and fewer people around to muddle the noise that I was trying to hear, I could make out the voices of the person that my parents were talking to.

“I haven’t killed anyone. I am not that type of person. Please, believe me. I like Rika. I still do. I know that she will never trust me again, but I was not lying to her. She is special. To me and to the world. And I swear to you, I never once reported back to the administration. I never once told them anything. The others haven’t either. The communications were supposed to come from me and me alone. They know nothing of what has happened since I met Rika. I have pretended that communication is difficult at the moment, but I knew that wasn’t going to last.” There was a man with an accent speaking. He was scared and annoyed at the same time. I could tell that he was not sure how this was all going to end.

I didn’t care about what he was feeling at the moment. What mattered to me right now was that he sounded familiar. Not his voice really, but his accent. I had heard that accent before. And just recently. His voice was a little higher pitched than the man that I had seen in my vision, but that accent in his voice was almost exactly the same. The way that he spoke, the dialect that he used, it was the same as the man that was in my vision. That man that had killed Andrea.

“L..L..Lex!?” I reached out toward him. “That accent. It’s the same as I heard earlier. It’s not the same man, but the accent is the same.” I felt a sort of rushing sensation inside of my head. “Why didn’t I notice it sooner? I know what that accent is. I know where that man is from. I hear it from time to time. When Uncle Dietrich speaks in his natural voice and not his Americanized voice. I hear it the most when he speaks German. The accent that I heard was a German accent. That man has a German accent.” I felt like the puzzle pieces clicked inside of my head. I hadn’t been able to place it until just now. Why though? Why had it eluded me? What was going on. “Lex?” I looked back at him.

“It’s OK, Talia. We will figure this out.” He took my hand and looked toward the door. I could hear my mom whispering with Uncle Vincent and Uncle Gabriel. They were talking about these men and about whether they could be trusted.

“Trust?” I snapped the word in a whisper at the door. “How can we trust those men.

“Clovio, I will listen to what you have to say, I will take it all into consideration, if you promise to help us.” I heard my mom saying to the man that had spoken before. There were apparently two of them in there, but only the one had been talking.

“Thank you, Queen Trinity.” There was an immense amount of relief filling his voice. Why? Why should he get to feel relieved? Doesn’t he know what we’ve been through? Doesn’t he know how hard it has been for us? He and his family have murdered our people. I’ve seen what they have done. Mom had seen it too, so why would she be willing to trust him? What was she thinking?

I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to step in. I needed to stop this. I needed to make sure that she knew that I, and everyone else, would not approve of this truce that she was making. I had to say something to stop this deal with the devil from being made.

“MOTHER!” I shouted her name as I stormed into the room. I was at a loss when I saw the looks on everyone’s faces. I nearly let that stop me from saying what was on my mind. When I saw the anger and confusion that was filling Dad’s eyes. When I saw the shock and surprise that was on Uncle Vincent and Uncle Gabriel’s faces. And let’s not get me started with the look that were on Rika and Reagan’s guard’s face. Lucas looked like he was about to be sick with the entire situation It looked to me like he was waiting to hit someone, but I didn’t pay attention to that at all. I was too distracted.

The men in question were in here as well. There were two of them sitting there on the sofa just staring at me. One of them had black hair, green eyes, a handsome face that was filled with angles and looked like it was chiseled out of some pale stone. The other had the same green eyes and dark hair, but his face was softer and looked more boyish. I didn’t know which of them had been talking to my mom earlier, but I didn’t care. Neither of them was a friend to us, and I would never accept anything that they said as truth. They were evil and so were their family members. They could never be trusted.

“Talia?!”

Mom finally broke the silence that followed my abrupt intrusion to the office. She and the others had taken a moment to come to their senses about what was going on or something like that. Now though, they were all getting back their abilities to speak, and I could tell that the yelling was about to start.

My parents were both pissed off, and I had a feeling that it was about to be directed right toward me. I didn’t care. Let them yell. They were going to be the ones apologizing to me soon. When I told them who these men were, where they were from, they were going to thank me for barging in here like this. They were going to be so thankful that I helped to expose them for what they were that they wouldn’t even think about taking that anger out on me. Just wait, they will see, I am sure that this will all end the way that I see it going in my head.

“Talia, what do you think that you are doing?” Mom snapped at me angrily. “We are in the middle of something.” She was angry, but she didn’t know what I knew.

“Mom, these men, the one that was talking for sure, they are part of that group. I know that they are. They are with those killers. They are the ones that are killing our people.” This was what she needed to know. And this was why I had been drawn over here. I needed to help my family to understand this. And now that they knew, they could make these men pay for their crimes. I wanted to smile. I wanted to be smug about this, but I couldn’t. My mom looked at me with anger in her eyes and said something that made my heart feel like it was about to stop.

“I know, Talia. That’s why we need to talk to them right now.”

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