~Jada
I'm not an easily intimidated girl. Never have been. But no one has induce a cold chill across the surface of my skin like the woman in front of me.
Her eyes are a steely, intense hazel. Usually hazel is a warm, inviting colour. Not in this case. Her dark hair is pulled away from her face, revealing the sharp facial structure created by her jaw and her cheekbones. I don't know what hole she crawled out of, but it's clearly a very immaculate one.
"Is your name Jada Luccana Michaels?" she asks coolly. Her accent is Discipline Pack bred, but there is something about her that seems unnervingly unfamiliar. Foreign.
I reach for the cool I keep deep within me. "Who's asking?'
Ignoring the sharp glare Mistress Cunningham shoots me from the corner of my eye, I continue to smile sweetly. She returns my smile tightly, lacing her fingers together.
"You may refer to me as Miss Prior," she tells me. Her tone is no nonsense. Miss Prior it is, I suppose. "I am a representative for a corporation who took interest in your speech. I am here to inquire if you are interested in joining us for a period of time."
"My speech?" I recall flatly. "I didn't say anything."
By the look on Prior's face, I'm not catching onto something very obvious. "We are interested in your defiance. I spoke to your Mistress earlier and she expressed you don't fit in here very well. You also seem to have a knack for not following the rules."
What kind of backwards world have I stepped into?
"It's not a knack," I say tiredly.
I'm walking along the thin line of patience she is offering. If she is so interested in my defiance, this shouldn't surprise her. In fact, she should adoring this. However, the tensing of her jaw muscles, and the slightest frown line above her brow suggests otherwise.
"There is a competition, that requires a great amount of commitment, that we are certain will be a great experience for you," Prior suggests, that rather fake smile gracing her face again. She could at least try seem genuine.
"A reform, if you will," Cunningham cuts in.
My expression twists. "If you're a representative, you should be doing a better job of explaining this. Currently, sweeping criminals cells for a living seems like a better time than this."
"Then let me explain," she says calmly, although poison seethes between her words. "There is a competition only twelve subjects are selected for. Three are eliminated at a time, before only three are left. Those three shall work a lucrative job that includes many perks. Such as working for the Alpha himself. And travelling, even."
terested. However, I'm still unsure on what this whole competition is about. And why I'm good
ume that expression belongs to. "Unfortunately, this is highly confidential, which means that I can't t
at her. "That doesn't so
ells in utter darkness at all times, with no reprieve wi
y pulls a piece of paper out, laying out in front of me. A single page contract. I go to
posed. So, I can't be faulted for not really thinking this is go
r working for your Alpha. I promise you, this contract applies only to your acceptance into the com
h my options
eryone in the room. I motion with my fingers for her slide the pen
ually, surely, however, in order to remain inconspicuous, I would have to work for a few months at least. And I dreaded such a job. I hated the idea of it with every
off me. She attempts to conceal her triumphant smile, but I can s
he stands. "I have a phone call to make. These
wall. One is bigger than the other, with bulkier muscles and scruffy blond hair. The other seems
ow?" I q
reen of her phone. "This is a one chance thing. You don't get another i
e stunned and speechless. Did this really happen? I have
ll Mistress Cunningham say
sisting I move with words, then by physical contact, which I ver much despised. Grabbing my arms, they push me out the Hal
pping foot out, feeling the freedom surround me, is e
g behind me stretches tall, shadowing the courtyard. There is a massive scale fence to keep any one who wanted to escape
me. This is real. I inhale the leather upholstery smell as I
estion, as the car starts up, a
where you will live, train and compete for however long y
as I have always assumed. Every business district is immaculate, neighbourhoods tidy, prisons kept hidden behind large fences.
I've decided I've never
or something, because it's large, thick and ebony black. As far as I can see, it reac
fences. In the distance, we approach too large buildings. One is is a home, I assume, which is surrou
one, and continue on, the
e are multiple buildings scattered in close proximity, paths leading to each. The middle
home," Miss Prior says, tur
ve I gotten