Buying The Apartment

(Anna) My job here was done. I had won the trust of most of the Alphas. “Good night, Alpha Lancelot. I hope to meet you again.” We shook hands. “Likewise An, good night.” I left the hotel feeling accomplished. I needed to buy myself an apartment and waited for Claude’s message. As soon as he sent me the location of Mr Ludwig's current residence I smiled in satisfaction before going to bed. The next day I contacted a real estate agent so he could show me an apartment near the Vaium Sea. That's where Oliver's residence was. I had saved up ample money from missions to easily afford an apartment. “You are a lucky lady, I have exactly the one you are looking for,” the real estate agent gleefully said, opening the door of the apartment. It was a two-room fully furnished apartment built in a very modern design. The living room was spacious and it had an open kitchen. The windows of both bedrooms opened towards the sea, providing a picturesque view. The interior was all in pastel shades especially the shades of teal and grey. I loved the combination and it felt homely. “I will take it,” I informed the agent and his smile broadened. “Wonderful, we will sign the paperwork tomorrow and you can settle right in,” he informed me as we shook hands. “Deal.” *** Settling in was easy since I didn't have many belongings and the rest were already in the apartment. After putting everything in order I decided to have a bath day in my luxurious bathroom. The bathtub was fancy ceramic in a lime green shade with three built-in taps and a proper sitting place. Opening the warm water tap I let the tub fill up and added some bath salts and bubble bath. It's every girl’s dream to relax in warm water and sip some expensive wine. What a bliss! I stripped and entered the haven of warm water. “Fuck, this shit is soothing.” Living with assassins I had learnt to swear like a sailor. I was no more ladylike Anna. After enjoying my bath and sipping on some Chardonnay. I stepped out, dried myself up and pulled out a blue halter dress. Putting it on I made my way to the park at the backside of the apartments. It was evening and the children were playing with their parents. The hustle and bustle of it all made me smile and then I saw him. Surrounded by his guards and sulking. Refusing to take a swing as one of his guards was requesting. “Ollie! What a pleasant surprise,” I warmly said, approaching him and opening my arms. His head turned and his face brightened as he jumped right into them, hugging me with so much affection. “Anna! I missed you. Can I spend some time with you?” He asked with all his innocence. “Of course! Let's play.” He took my hand and we went to the nearby swings. Helping him securely sit in one I began to swing, while he laughed. We played for a while as one of his guards told me that Oliver had never laughed this much. They all remain sccared of not offending him and he remains bottled up with them. But he was different with me. More open, more comfortable. So I decided to invite him home for some snacks. “Would you like to go with me to my house for snacks? We can watch cartoons together,” I suggested and his face lightened up like a bulb. “Really?” He asked, clapping his hands together. “Yes!” He affectionately held my index finger as I took him home. His guards followed him but reaching the house he asked them to leave. One of them stayed outside the apartment while others left. We comfortably sat down on the sofa. “What would you like to eat?” I asked. “Can we have popcorn and watch cartoons together? My father never does that with me.” He made such a sad face with his hands resting underneath them that my heart melted. “Of course, I think I brought some packets. Let me pop them in the microwave real quick and you can surf through which cartoon you want to watch.” Handing him the remote I went to the kitchen to make popcorn and some fresh mango juice for him. I returned with two bowls and a large pitcher of mango juice with straws. Oliver had put on Tom and Jerry. A smile crept on my lips at his choice as they used to be my favourite cartoon as well during my childhood. His eyes brightened seeing the large bowls and pitchers. “Yahhh! Party time.” He rubbed his hands together as I placed the popcorn and juice in front of him and settled. He snuggled with me, placing the bowl in his small lap. Both of us watched the cartoons and laughed together. Jerry’s mischiefs were always hilarious. Seeing him sitting like that reminded me of my own son. He would have been Oliver's age by now if he had been alive and we could have been doing all these fun activities together. I had tried to investigate the island many times but found nothing. The lab, the equipment, everything had been destroyed, the doctors were gone and no one knew anything. That Island’s king went to great lengths to hide what had happened there. The mere thought brought tears to my eyes as my heart excruciatingly ached. Before I knew it, a few tears slipped out of my eyes as I stifled a cry. Oliver instantly became alert and glanced in my direction with concern. Without saying anything his little hand reached out and wiped the tears off my face. “Please! Don't cry.” He kept both his hands on my face and stared at me with deep affection. I nodded at him and asked about his mother. His face saddened even further as he said. “I — I don't have a mother. She left after giving birth to me, to go be with her fated mate.” Oliver rubbed his eyes as tears fell on his chubby red cheeks and my heart broke for the little boy. I knew I had messed up. I quickly hugged him close. “Oh! Ollie, I am so sorry. I didn't know.” My hands rubbed his back trying to comfort him as he hiccuped. His arms remained around my waist. And in that instant, I knew he was the only person I could ever show my vulnerable side to. There was this warmth and connection I felt with him. The doorbell rang in that instant so I let Ollie go and went to answer the door. Peeping through the hole I found the brooding brute aka Oliver's father standing outside. Gulping hard I opened the door a bit and his piercing eyes went straight from me to behind on the sofa where Oliver was sitting. His teeth grounded so tightly that I feared he would break a few. “Do you have a death wish, woman? Taking away other people's children. I am going to drag you to the werewolf court for abducting my child,” he seethed out, towering over me.