Still, that’s not where I’m going.
I push through the bushes and step onto the slope behind them. At this hour, it’s pitch dark, which works in my favor.
After a few minutes of carefully meandering among the boulders on the slope, I turn left and head toward the ridge where the fence runs.
I reach it after about ten minutes of climbing.
The view from up here is actually kind of nice. Below me stretches a long row of units lit by the promenade lamps, but tonight isn’t exactly meant for sightseeing.
I walk up to the fence, fully expecting it to be electrified, because there has to be some kind of security, right? Turns out it’s just a regular wire fence, no cameras on the posts either. Apparently, they’re not too worried about people running off. Or maybe they trust the sea currents around the island to do the job? I’ve heard those currents can be brutal, strong enough to make swimming across basically impossible; only a complete maniac would try it. And on top of that, there might be sharks. That means the only escape point they really need to watch is the ferry port.
So I decide to walk there.
It’s about a mile, maybe a bit less. I follow a rocky path, keeping an eye on everything around me. On my left runs the fence of Sector G. On my right is a grassy meadow dotted withpale stones. The road is light-colored gravel, easy enough to follow in the moonlight, since the night isn’t all that dark.
Eventually, I reach the shoreline.
One lamp is on inside the small harbor master’s building, probably where the guy is sleeping. Other than that, it’s dark, and once again, there are no guards. Which makes sense, since there’s no ferry docked right now. Still, it confirms my suspicion that this is the one place where real security would matter, when people are arriving, leaving, and unloading supplies.
I take a closer look at the pier and notice something interesting about how it’s built. When the ferry docks, it doesn’t come right up against the pier. It stops a few feet short. From the beach side, you could reach that spot below the level of the stone pier by wading along the rocks that support the structure. In theory, I could get close to the ferry’s bow without being seen, then swim around it and climb up on the far side. It’s completely doable, and no one on the pier or on deck would notice.
The real problem is timing.
There’s no ferry schedule posted anywhere, which makes sense. According to Miller, ferries only come twice a week, and everyone here probably knows the days by heart. Sometimes new couples arrive too, but that seems random. Right now, I have no idea who I’d even ask about that.
After one more loop around the port, I decide to head back. For now, I’ve seen enough. Getting onto a ferry wouldn’t be hard. That part seems almost too easy, as long as no one checks it after departure. If that holds, reaching the mainland should be possible.
The only missing piece is the schedule, and I can deal with that later.
I turn around and head back toward Sector C, moving faster now, a surge of hope kicking energy into my legs, I’m feeling energized by how easy the whole endeavor was.
As I reach the fence, I climb over it without trouble. To be fair, I’m in decent shape. Senu and I used to compete in parkour events. There was good money in it, and we were both fairly agile.
As I start heading down the slope, I realize I’m coming down a bit earlier than usual, closer to buildings one through five. I’m halfway down when something catches my eye. Movement.
Behind one of the buildings, there are two people.
I don’t have the sharp hearing that alphas or omegas do, but my eyesight’s solid. From a distance, behind Unit 1, I make out two figures.
It doesn’t take long to figure out what they’re doing.
They’re having sex.
That part alone isn’t surprising on this island. What throws me is that they’re doing it outside, tucked into the shadow behind the building. Still, it’s not my business.
I try to focus on getting down the slope and avoiding the area, but my eyes keep drifting back. Then I notice something else. There’s a big difference in their heights. From what I remember, Shane and Jeff don’t have that kind of height gap. Shane’s tall for a beta, taller than me, and Jeff isn’t exactly towering, definitely shorter than Eliano.
These two, however, differ by at least a head and a half!
Oh. That is interesting. What exactly is going on here? I slow my pace and move carefully, aware that an alpha could hear me. I approach a cluster of bushes and crouch behind it.
Then, in absolute shock, I recognize… Drax, the giant purple alpha we met on the doorstep of Sidorov’s office!
And what is he doing? He is obviously fucking Shane against the wall.
The beta is braced with his hands against the wall, legs spread. Drax stands behind him, knees bent deeply, his hipsmoving rhythmically, his massive cock driving into Shane’s slender body.
The sight makes me freeze completely, my cheeks burning hot.
