When I first thought up this crazy plan I told myself that I had to be careful. I mean I'm trespassing on an Alpha's territory. Not the West. Anyone can walk around in the West. I wasn't causing any problems with just being here walking within the warehouse district. However, I am fairly certain that sneaking into an Alpha's bedroom, while he was asleep, wasn't ideally the smartest thing to do. The King of the West had every right to harm me, once he found out I was sneaking about, and I don't think I would have the right to defend myself. I mean if someone was sneaking around in my home and leaving a basket of muffins in my bedroom, while I slept, I would be creeped out. I think that is when I'd actually call my Uncle. He's a Dark Hunter and I am certain he would find the culprit and skin him alive. I'm actually impressed I managed to keep this ploy up for so long. After not getting caught for two months I assumed I had nothing to worry about. Pride. Pride is man's downfall. I should've come up with a plan on when I would get caught. Now I am caught right in the middle of the act and I have no one to blame, but myself. I know I must look ridiculous. Appearing all shocked. Cautiously I give a polite greeting hoping Tetradore wasn't the cranky morning type. His simple one-worded response makes me relax a bit. Happily I walk on over and hand him a delicious tasking looking muffin. Slowly I nod in assurance as he pondered the special little ingredient I included.

"Yea, alcohol can be used for baking purposes, remember?"

Did he not recall the night they had first met? It was his idea to bake a chocolate cake. It was also his idea to douse the chocolate icing with rum. It was also his idea to put me in the fighting ring, but I won't hold that against him. Come to think of it for my birthday the man clearly felt the need to control everything I did. It didn't bother me one bit. It wasn't like I had any sure fire amazing plans to begin with. Quietly I watch as the man pulls the wrapper off the muffin and looks at it. Why is he looking at the muffin as if I poisoned it? If I did, I'm sure I would have done that long ago if I had such a need to. Finally, after what seems like minutes, the man finally gives in and takes a bit. It was absolutely evident based upon his need to audibly declare approval of the muffin that I can't help, but give him a weary grin. I guess the man hasn't really woken up to realize everything. I'm sure anyone else at this moment would be freaking out about an intruder sneaking into their room after so many months. I guess leaving muffins isn't very nefarious. I mean it never was to begin with. I know I should explain myself, but I don't think I can stand in front of him. I mean I'm already worried enough as it is. Sitting on his bed I stare at the floorboard quite uneasily. His inquiry after asking if I should explain or leave caught me off guard. Lifting my head up I give him a confused look. I guess he isn't bothered about it at all. Huh. Shyly I gently pry to see if I'm really off the hook.

"So, you're not mad that all this time, all these months I've been sneaking into your bedroom, when you are most vulnerable, and leaving a basket of muffins in your room."

Relived and quite pleased with myself all that nervousness I felt completely went away. If the man wasn't bothered at all then why should I be? Gesturing for a muffin I take one from him and happily tear into it. It's breakfast time and I am starving. I like him. He is not a man of many words. Halfway done with my muffin I can't help, but frown when I look at him. The man looks absolutely exhausted. The dark circles under his eyes isn't the only thing giving him away. It's his whole demeanor. His shoulders are slouching and those dark green eyes of his look much darker than usual, like all the light is gone. Tetradore doesn't look like the same Tetradore I had seen on my birthday. I've seen him look tired before and restless. Sneaking into his room I see him, sometimes, toss and turn like he's having a terrible dream. I couldn't touch him to try to console him, because then he'd just wake up and see me...and he didn't need to be terrified from that! Some weird woman standing over his bedside at dawn, just not a good thing. I know I shouldn't pry. It really isn't my place. However, I know what it is like to wake up from a nightmare. I don't have anyone to talk to about it, but I'm willing to listen. Although I have a good feeling I'll be shot down if I ask 'Hey, what's wrong?' So, instead I inquire how he is in a playful teasing way. No pressure and no obligation to tell me the truth.

"Clearly something is troubling you. This isn't the first time I've seen you look so restless, and this is a very comfortable bed. The life as the King of the West isn't so glamorous, is it?"

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable