Why Does The Alpha Keep Staring At Me

The next morning, Lana discovered a new problem.

The Alpha was staring at her.

She noticed it while eating breakfast.

At first, she ignored him, and picked up her spoon.

Cassian looked at her.

She took a bite, he continued staring.

She reached for the juice, he was still staring.

Lana slowly lowered the glass.

“Is there something on my face?”

He blinked.

“No.”

She looked at him suspiciously.

“Then, why are you staring at me?”

He cleared his throat.

“I wasn't aware, I was.”

Lana kept looking at him, suspiciously.

“You've been doing it since I sat down.”

Across the table, Elias suddenly became very interested in his breakfast.

Lana narrowed her eyes at him.

“Don't you dare laugh.”

He raised his head slowly.

“I wasn't going to.”

She frowned.

“You're already smiling.”

“I have a naturally pleasant face.” He said.

Lana looked at him.

“You definitely have a suspicious face.”

Elias chuckled.

Cassian said nothing.

He simply continued watching her.

She looked down at her plate.

'This is bad.. He definitely suspects me.'

She had known this would happen eventually.

She had prevented an assassination attempt that was supposed to happen later.

Now, the Alpha is wondering how she had known.

Unfortunately, she had no reasonable explanation.

'Unless...'

She could tell him she had a vision in her dream.

'No.. That's absored.'

Although, considering the world she was trapped in, perhaps it wasn't a bad response.

Lana glanced at him, he was still watching.

'Why does he keep staring?'

'Do I have something on my hair?'

She touched her hair, but felt nothing.

'Maybe I've got something on my face.'

She rubbed her cheek, nothing.

'You fascinate him, Lana.. He wants to kiss you.'

She immediately rejected the thought.

'Damnit Lana!'

This wasn't a romance novel anymore.

Well, technically it was, but she wasn't going to die because she started imagining things.

“Isadora.”

Lana nearly jumped.

“Yes?”

Cassian placed his cup down.

“How did you know the wine was poisoned?”

She sighed.

'There it goes, again.'

She knew it.

She smiled.

“I didn't.”

His gaze remained with her.

“But you knocked it over before anyone discovered the poison.”

Lana frowned.

“I've told you, i was clumsy.”

Cassian raised an eyebrow.

“You've been clumsy before?”

“Yes.” She responded reluctantly.

He breathed.

“Then, why did you look directly at that particular servant?”

Lana froze.

'How do i respond to this?'

She cleared her throat.

“Because...”

'Think, Lana.. Make up something.'

She straightened.

“Because, his shoes were strange.”

Cassian sighed.

“They were ordinary, Isadora.”

“They weren't to me.”

Lana's response was immediate.

He looked at her.

“What was strange about them?”

She tried searching for a clean lie.

“Very... shoe-like.”

Elias choked on his drink.

Cassian's expression remained unreadable.

“Very shoe-like?” He repeated.

She nodded.

“Indeed.”

He frowned.

“That is your explanation?”

She shrugged.

“It's the best, I have.”

Elias covered his mouth.

Lana kicked him under the table, he coughed.

Cassian's gaze moved back to her.

“How did you know the servant was dangerous?”

She frowned.

“I have instincts, Alpha.. I'm not as dumb as you think.”

He sighed reluctantly.

“Your instincts are remarkably accurate.”

Lana nodded once.

“Thank you.”

He frowned slightly.

“That wasn't praise, Isadora.”

“But i choose to accept it as a praise.” She said.

Cassian leaned back.

Lana stared at him.

'This man is impossible.'

She looked down at her breakfast again.

'He suspects me.. I could bet on that.'

'Maybe he thinks I'm an assassin.'

She shook her head.

'No, that's too obvious.'

'Maybe he thinks I'm a spy.'

She shrugged lightly.

'Mmm.. Also possible.'

Then, she gasped.

'Does he think, I'm secretly working for another pack?'

Lana nearly choked.

'That will be terrible.'

She had spent all night rejoicing about survival, only to discover that survival apparently came with an interrogation.

Cassian watched her closely.

Another strange sensation passed through his mind.

He couldn't explain it.

He had heard everything.

The faint whispers of her voice, yet Lana's lips hadn't moved. Just like the first day he had noticed, and at the dinner gathering.

He looked at her.

She was silently buttering bread.

He frowned.

“Isadora.”

She looked up.

“Yes?”

He breathed.

“Did you know about the council meeting yesterday?”

Lana froze.

“No.”

He sighed.

“The meeting was moved from tonight, to yesterday's afternoon.”

“Oh.” Lana said.

He looked at her.

“You seemed prepared for it.”

She shrugged.

“I am naturally prepared for anything.”

He sighed.

“You knew Elder Ronan objected to the trade agreement.”

Lana smiled.

“Elder Ronan already looks like someone who enjoys objecting things.”

Elias laughed.

Cassian didn't.

“How do you know?” He questioned.

She shrugged casually.

“His face.”

Cassian raised an eyebrow.

“His face?”

She nodded.

“Absolutely.”

He sighed.

“What does his face tell you?”

“He dislikes happiness.” Lana responded casually.

Elias burst out laughing, even Cassian's mouth twitched.

She pointed at him.

“There... You almost smiled.”

Cassian's face straightened.

“I didn't.”

She pressed on.

“You did.”

“I was breathing.” He said.

Lana stared, with her eyes looking almost grim.

“You were breathing suspiciously, Alpha.”

Elias shook his head.

“I don't know what is happening anymore.”

“Neither do I.” Lana muttered.

Cassian heard the words, or thought he did.

He stared at her, Lana stared back.

Then, she quickly looked away.

'Why the hell is he doing that?'

'He's being acting weirdly suspicious.'

Cassian heard the strange whispers again.

He couldn't make sense of it.

It wasn't coming from the room, but directly from his Luna.

'This is impossible.. How am i able to hear her, even when she isn't speaking?'

He had never heard someone else's thoughts before.

At least, not until recently.

'Perhaps, i'm tired from busy schedules, that's why i keep imagining i'm hearing Isadora's thoughts.'

He adjusted slighltly, in his seat.

“Isadora.” He called.

Lana looked up cautiously.

“Yes?”

He stared.

“What do you know about the western border?”

Lana nearly dropped her spoon.

“The western border?” She questioned.

He nodded once.

“Yes.”

She shrugged.

“Nothing.”

Cassian looked confused.

“But, you've been there?”

Lana shook her head.

“Absolutely not.”

“Then, how do you know there will be trouble there?” He questioned.

Her eyes widened.

She was doomed.

That was Isadora's suggestion, not hers. She knew nothing about boarders.

Lana adjusted slightly.

“I don't think.. there would be trouble.”

Cassian stared at her, suspiciously.

“How can you be certain?.. You said earlier that there would be a problem there.”

She swallowed, and stared at him.

“I.. I was wrong, I'm confident, there would be nothing of such.”

Elias laughed so loudly that several servants turned towards them.

Lana glared at him.

“Beta, seems you're enjoying this?”

Elias struggled to speak, amidst the laughter.

“Very much, Luna.”

Lana sighed.

“Suit yourself, then.”

Cassian's gaze remained focused on her.

She was becoming increasingly nervous, he could see it.

But there was something else.

He could feel another fragment of her thoughts.

'Don't mention the western border.. Don't mention the fire.. Don't say anything. Remember, you only wrote it, you don't know how or when its going to happen.'

His expression hardened.

'Fire?' He thought.

He hadn't mentioned a fire, he had only asked about the border.

“Isadora..” He called quietly.

Lana only looked at him.

“What fire are you talking about?” He questioned.

Lana's blood ran cold.

She stared at him.

“I didn't say anything about a fire.”

Silence fell over the dinning hall.

'I never said anything about the fire.. how does he know about the fire?'

She gasped.

'Could he have heard my thought?'

She shook her head.

'That's impossible, i never wrote mind reading in the book.'

She lifted her head, Cassian was staring keenly as though he was listening to something.

Neither of them moved.

Elias looked between them.

“What's going on with you both?”

“Nothing,” Lana quickly responded.

She grabbed her cup, and looked at Cassian.

He was still staring at her.

'This is getting ridiculous.'

'Why does this man keep staring at me?'

Cassian heard it, clearly.

His eyes widened.

Lana, unaware of what was going on, continued thinking.

She made a flattery face.

'Maybe he thinks I'm pretty.'

She immediately shook her head.

'That's stupid.. He probably thinks you're suspicious.'

She took a nervous sip of tea.

Cassian watched her.

She glared at him over the rim of her cup.

'Stop staring.'

He didn't.

She looked away.

'What is wrong with this man?'

He hears the thought again.

Cassian's heartbeat quickened.

He had no explanation, yet the evidence was becoming impossible to ignore.

She knew things before they happened, reacted to events before they occurred, and even worse, he could hear her thoughts.

Lana suddenly remembered something.

'Hmn.. That western border.'

She pressed a finger over her lips.

'In the original story, the attack would happen in three days.'

She thought carefully.

'The western patrol gets attacked on the third night.'

Cassian's eyes sharpened.

She stared, then scoffed.

'Anyways, that's their cup of tea.. Mine is surviving, and nothing more.'

Cassian had heard enough.

He leaned back slowly.

Lana looked at him.

'I feel like poking your eyes out.'

She frowned.

'Does he even blink?'

She shrugged.

'Maybe that's an Alpha thing.'

Elias glanced between them.

“I'm beginning to think, you both are having an entire conversation without me.”

Lana nearly choked.

“We aren't.”

Cassian remained silent.

Her eyes narrowed at him.

'Stop staring!'

He heard it.

For the first time, he was certain.

The strange voice wasn't his imagination, or exhaustion, or some trick of the mind he had thought the previous days.

It was Isadora.

She was speaking, without moving her lips.

Cassian stared at her, as she nervously picked her breakfast, completely unaware that he had finally understood what was happening.

He didn't know why he could hear her, and didn't know what had caused it.

But he knew one thing.

His Luna wasn't simply hiding anything, she was thinking them directly.

Then, He silently thought,

'So.. she really is talking to me... And, i can truly hear her thoughts.'