"How do I do that?" Noah asked, starring at Baxter with such intensity, hanging on his every word. "I've already told him how I feel about him. I've shown him affection and done everything I can think of to properly...woo...him. What's left?"
Baxter shrugged. "Be there for him. Talk to him but also listen. Support him emotionally and let him know that what he thinks and feels matters to you. There's more to a relationship than sex and flowers. You have to trust each other, communicate, and be honest with each other. Take the most guarded and private part of yourself and lay it out in the open. Let him know that you trust him completely and he'll do the same for you."
***
As Noah walked alone through the quiet halls of the mansion, he thought over what Baxter had told him. He loved Riley. He loved him with all his heart, but was it enough? Did he trust Riley enough to share his deepest, darkest, secrets with him? He'd already shared so much, things he'd never told anyone else but there were still things that he kept locked away in his heart, too ashamed to reveal to anyone. Could he share that with Riley? He was terrified of Riley's reaction if he actually knew the truth. A truth that Noah himself didn't want to acknowledge. Revealing that dark part of his past to Riley would mean confronting it himself and he just wasn't sure if he was ready, or willing, to do that. With a heart heavy with the weight of his past, Noah returned to the solitude of his room. He had a lot to think over.
***
Riley sat against the head board of his bed thinking about how so much had changed over the last few days. He'd come to Reaney Hall with the intention of entering into a business like arrangement with the alpha that he had come to trust and respect. Security, safety, and a home in exchange for his companionship and more, if that was what Noah had wanted. What he hadn't expected was for Noah Reaney, an alpha, to actually love him. The reality of the situation was so much better than he could have ever imagined.
Riley knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Noah was the one. He was the love of Riley's life. Fate had some how brought them together and for that, Riley would always be thankful.
Their day together had been wonderful but it was getting late and Riley still had work in the morning. As he drifted off to sleep with thoughts of Noah fresh in his mind, a bright smile graced his lips. Rest came easily that night and Riley dreamed peaceful dreams of a brighter future.
***
The wind howled outside and the sky opened with a downpour of cold, February rain. Somewhere within the dark corridors of Reaney Hall, a woman wept. Her anguished cries echoed through the third floor and filled the night air but Riley couldn't hear her. His mind was finally at ease, shielded by the comforting embrace of slumber.
In his dreams, he found solace in memories of laughter and love shared with Noah. They were a beacon of light in the darkness, guiding him through the tumultuous seas of uncertainty. As the storm raged on outside, Riley remained cocooned in the warmth of his subconscious, far removed from the turmoil of the waking world. Yet, even amidst the tranquility of sleep, a faint echo of the woman's sorrow lingered, a haunting reminder of the mysteries hidden within Reaney Hall.
***
The dream was always the same. Noah had crept down the stairs to catch a glimpse of the party taking place in the ball room. Festive lights and decorations were hung throughout the mansion. Holiday music and cheerful laughter filled the house. It was Reaney Hall's annual Christmas Eve gala and anyone who was anyone was in attendance. Noah made his way quietly down the hall, hoping not to be caught out of bed at such a late hour. The staff were too busy to really notice or care that an eight year child was stealthily creeping around the corner. A maid smiled at him then nodded when Noah put a finger to his lips, a silent request not to tell on him.
The main went about her duties and Noah peeked around the corner to get a better look at the festivities. The sounds of conversation and friendly banter echoed out from within the ball room, along with the clinking of champagne glasses. Delicious scents from the many cakes, fudges, and other confectionery delights that Noah couldn't quite place filled the air, making his mouth water. The entire thing was a grand sight, especially to a young boy. A tree taller than Noah had ever seen stood in the corner of the room, covered in bright, glowing lights, colorful glass balls, garlands and tinsel in gold and silver and topped with a glittery star as brilliantly lit as the stars in the sky.
The tree, though beautiful, wasn't the only spectacle in the room. The guests too were dressed for the occasion. The men looked dashing in their black suits and crisp white shirts. The women though were the one's who truly caught Noah's eye. Dressed in exquisite gowns of all colors and styles, and adorned with shimmering jewels and perfectly styled hair, they were stunning. Noah felt like the prince at Cinderella's ball, surrounded by beautiful princesses, all dancing the night away in his grand palace. His mother and father were the Queen and King of course, both regal and elegant in appearance. Noah spotted his mother across the dance floor talking to a small group of people who Noah didn't recognize.
Lilian was a vision of beauty in her emerald green chiffon gown, a green so dark and deep that it matched her emerald eyes. The fabric flowed like liquid silk around her slender frame. Mid-length lace sleeves accentuated the graceful curve of hers arms as she moved about, greeting her guests with grace and poise. Her black hair was like a shimmering crown of glossy waves artfully styled and framing her heart shaped face. A single diamond hairpin adorned her curls, glinting like a star against the the rick darkness of her hair. She was truly radiant. A sight to behold.
As she mingled among her guests, her laughter filled the air with an infectious warmth that drew admirers to her to moths to a candle's flame. Stephen Reaney was as handsome as his wife was beautiful, dressed in a black tuxedo, an emerald green scarf draped loosely around his neck. His brown hair was beginning to turn grey around his temples but it only added to his air of sophistication. Noah had always looked up to his father and admired him. He hoped to be like his father one day, respected and loved by all. Powerful but kind and generous to those in need. To Noah, his father was a hero because he helped those who were less fortunate and he wanted to make the world a better place for all. Noah wanted to do the same some day. He'd save the whole world if he could.
Noah smiled at the sight before him, wishing he could join them.
'One day.' He thought to himself. 'When I'm older, I'll host a party like this.'
For now though, all he could do was watch. He hid behind a stack of brightly wrapped boxes, praying that he wouldn't be discovered and sent back to bed. He loved watching the dancers and listening to the music. He'd steal a cookie or a piece of fudge when he was sure no one was looking then scurry back to his hiding spot to enjoy his pilfered treat. As the night went on, Noah became tired, eventually falling asleep on the floor behind the mountain of gifts. Sometime later, he was awakened by a loud, terrified scream. That was the point that his dream became a nightmare.
The ballroom was empty now. The light from the tree the only illumination offered in the darkness surrounding Noah. Noah rushed out and into the hallway, needing to find out where that scream had come from. Was someone hurt? Had something bad happened? Noah had to know. His family depended on him.
Once he'd reached the hallway he could hear talking. No, more like shouting. Angry shouting and it was coming from the family room. The fearful sobs of a woman crying were nearly drowned out by the shouting but Noah could still hear them. The cries belonged to his mother Noah realized. His blood boiled with rage. Whoever hurt his mother was going to pay. He marched down the hall in the direction of the shouting and that's when he recognized his father's voice as well. Stephen was arguing with someone and he sounded pissed as hell.
"You can't do this!" Stephen Reaney shouted. "I won't let you destroy my family."
"Shut up and walk." The other man said, a man whose voice Noah did not recognize. "Do as I say and no one gets hurt, understand?"
Noah watched as a masked man forced Stephen, at gun point, to leave the family room and walk down the hall to Stephen's home office. Noah hid behind a large potted plant in the hallway, terrified of what was going to happen to his father. He thought for a moment to go to his mother and see that she was alright. He could still hear her sobbing and calling for Stephen. She sounded scared but she was alive. Noah grappled with his decision to either go to his mother or follow his father and the masked intruder. In the end, he decided to follow the two men.
As he neared the office, Noah could hear the men arguing again. The gunman was demanding money or he would...something. Noah couldn't remember exactly. He was terrified but he had to help his father. He was a child but still an alpha and his father always said that an alpha protects his family. So, taking in a deep breath, Noah rushed into the room, yelling, demanding the bad man leave his family alone. Startled, and angry, the gunman turned and stared directly at Noah. Noah froze and when he saw the gun pointed at him, he felt something warm and wet soak the front of his pants and drip down his leg. He began to cry. Stephen yelled for Noah to run but Noah couldn't move.
His father lunged forward, reaching for the gun. There was a brief struggle and then the gun went off. The sound was like thunder, loud and booming. It made Noah's ears ring. The gunman fled, sprinting past Noah and knocking him to the floor. Noah's head hit something hard and cold. There was a sharp sting on the side of his head and his head was throbbing. Things began to slide in and out of focus and Noah felt dizzy. As the darkness slowly began to close in around him, Noah remembered seeing his father laying on the floor, his eyes were open and filled with fear, his mouth frozen in a soundless scream and, there was blood. There was so much blood.
