Chapter 385: Eclipse, Reunion Of The Sun And Moon

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Sergei stared at his dead phone, and for the first time he loved technology.

This shit had saved his life, even if it had just postponed his execution. He looked at it one more time before pulling out his flip phone and abandoning both devices on the table and walking out.

Volkov, who was outside the office, stared in confusion as the alpha rushed to the private elevator. Worriedly, the secretary checked the conference room only to find the alpha’s phones and even pagers on the table.

Sergei Moskowsky had gone no contact.

"What the heck just happened?" Volkov asked as he rushed out to see the private elevator moving.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, the moment the private elevator stopped on the ground floor, the public elevator leading to the basements began moving too.

Only stopping on basement three.

"Everyone, check on Mr. Moskowsky. Something happened; track the last call and see what it was abo— shit, check who he talked to last.

"...Don’t check the contents because we’ll all be dead before dinner if we try that," Volkov said into the radio, activating the security personnel in the surveillance office.

Anya, who had just finalized the board meeting, stepped out to find a very worried Volkov. She knew it had to do with Sergei, and instinctively her eyes went to the conference room everyone had basically been kicked out of.

"What did he do this time?" Anya asked tiredly. She knew there had to be something terrible if Volkov was standing here unsure of whether to follow or stay back.

"He went no contact," Volkov said before telling Anya that the public elevator stopped on basement three.

"Basement three?" Anya asked again, like she needed confirmation.

"Yes," Volkov said.

"Shit. Belyaeva... what was the call with Katya about?" Anya asked, and Volkov stared at her as if to ask her if she was really asking him that. This was the kind of shit they weren’t allowed to pry into, and Anya frowned.

So defeatedly, she dialed Katya Romanov.

The phone was picked up instantly, making Anya wonder what the hell had happened.

"Where are you? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Is someone following you? Did you say anything about Doctor Belyaeva? What was it about? Did Sergei tell you about the doctor’s results from the explosion?

"What the hell happened on that call, Romanov?" Anya asked as she got onto the private elevator, following Sergei.

If this was about something Belyaeva had said or done, then the woman whose fate had been so uncertain was doomed, and she had to hurry and see for herself whatever the fuck that was about before shit went to hell.

"What?" Katya asked, confused. He was not expecting that, really, and now Anya being that worried had even him worried.

"You heard me, Romanov. What the fuck was that call about, and what did it have to do with Tatiana Belyaeva?" Anya insisted while Volkov kept radioing the surveillance room to see where their boss really was.

Sergei Moskowsky was clearly not thinking straight, and chances were that the doctor would be dying today. They needed to know if they had to prepare for a body transfer or if they had to talk Sergei out of whatever the fuck had happened.

"He told me about it the day I woke up. The doctor said I would have high-risk pregnancies," Katya said casually, like he didn’t understand.

"Is that all you two talked about?" Anya prodded.

"Yes. What happened?"

"Romanov..."

"What happened to Sergei, Anya?"

Anya stilled.

Then she turned to Volkov, who stopped even trying to radio the guards and personnel. This was beyond them; they knew it, but what the fuck?

Sergei.

Katya had called Sergei by his first name.

Not Vladimir.

Not his alpha.

Sergei.

"Nothing. Good day, Romanov," Anya hung up before she opted for the elevator to stop, then shifted to the other one that led to the basements.

Meanwhile, Sergei, who had just gotten inside basement three, changed the access codes before locking himself and Doctor Belyaeva in there.

He was the only one with the access codes now, and it wasn’t comforting at all.

Not for the doctor, who was staring at him, confused, wondering if this was the day Sergei came to strangle the life out of her.

He looked disoriented while changing the codes, and once he was done, he leaned against the door, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Moskowsky?" Doctor Belyaeva greeted him nervously because she knew why.

Sergei never needed weapons to get to her. He could kill her even when he had nothing on him, and possibly in the worst of ways because then he had nothing delaying his hits.

"Hi, Doc... still got some of that tuna melt?" Sergei said, like he was talking about how good the weather was.

Doctor Belyaeva looked at him, still not trusting this man, but what the hell was she supposed to do? So, she went to the kitchen and grabbed two cans and brought them to him. Hands shaking like she was not ready to die today.

Then again, she had wronged Sergei’s mate.

There was only one ending for her.

No matter how delayed it would get, she knew that her death would eventually be at the hands of this monster.

"Thanks. Where is your phone?" Sergei asked, and the doctor handed it to him.

Sergei turned it off.

Then he looked around the house for any landline. When he spotted one, he unplugged it.

Only when the alpha was sure there was now no way of communicating with him in there did he relax on the couch.

"You can sit. I’m not here to kill you today," Sergei said, like that was supposed to be reassuring.

The doctor still stood stiffly, not trusting a word from this man’s mouth.

Then she looked at him.

His posture.

The way he had been nervous.

How he had relaxed when he was sure there was no way of communication to this basement.

He changed the access codes.

"You’re running, Mr. Moskowsky," Doctor Belyaeva pointed out.

"No shit, Sherlock... where’s the TV remote?" Sergei said dismissively before he looked at the couch. When he saw it, he turned the volume all the way up to a hundred. For the speakers and the TV itself.

And the doctor stared amusedly.

"Who got you running, Mr. Moskowsky?" the therapist said, taking a seat next to Sergei, ignoring the sound of the heavy metallic music that was blaring throughout the basement, making it all crazy as hell.

"I’m not running. I’m enjoying music. Aren’t you?" Sergei asked like he wasn’t about to go deaf himself. But honestly, it was way better than whatever reality was out there for him to face. It was nothing that he wanted to deal with right now.

"Is it Mr. Romanov again?" the therapist asked, and Sergei stared at her defeatedly.

"I wish, Belyaeva. I wish it was just Mr. Romanov holding my ass with his katana," Sergei grumbled, putting the tuna on the table. He didn’t even want to think about how hard this day was going to be.

The fact that he had to go home eventually didn’t make it any better.

But maybe if he hid here for a little longer, he would find a good explanation. But what would he consider a good enough explanation? Eleven years of surveillance exploding just like that didn’t make it any better.

A year was understandable.

Three could be forgiven.

A decade and more?

Even he wouldn’t forgive anyone who surveilled him for that long.

"So, it is Katya," Doctor Belyaeva concluded right as there were knocks on the other end of the door.

"Do NOT answer that door, Tatiana," Sergei growled.