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Alexander’s POV
It was the first time I would leave my pack since Isabella disappeared and while I felt like the worst person in the world for it, I tried to tell myself that it was for the greater good. This time, my father had decided to take control of pack affairs for the short period of time I’ll be away but even at that, nobody was to know that I had left the pack. An enemy could be lurking anywhere and nobody could be trusted.
It was the Alpha of the Dark Crescent pack that had requested to see me based on the present matter. His and our pack were great allies and he’s a very good friend of my father so I was forced to agree. I say forced because if I was to leave the pack, I would’ve liked it to be to go and do something about finding Isabella myself even if all I end up doing running in circles. Sitting down for long hours in a stupid meeting was just going to make me restless. I couldn’t remember the last time I had just sat still and gotten work done because whenever I find that I have been sitting or relaxing for more than ten minutes, my brain starts to project gory images of Isabella to me. And I’d guilt myself for sitting still while she’s being tortured somewhere for no other reason than because she’s affiliated with me.
We knew taking a car would make things too obvious so we made the journey in wolf form. Four of my men travelled with me two on each side. My Beta had to remain in the pack since I wasn’t there and so it was Mason, Caleb and the best fighter and the best tracker that came along with me. On getting to the border of the Dark Crescent pack, the men Alpha Joe promised to send to us arrived to welcome us and then turned around so we could shift and put on the clothes we had brought in the backpacks we had carried along with us.
After changing into the jeans and dark hoodies we all wore to hide our
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identities as much as we could, we followed the two men from the Dark Crescent pack as they drove us to their pack house. Like I said, anyone could be a traitor and I’d like to count the number of people who had seen me leave my pack because painfully enough, even though Isabella’s life was in danger, I couldn’t sacrifice the lives thousands of the people of my pack because I was careless in going about my search for her. It had been ages since the last one but this may very well be leading up to a war. It was why the pack fighters were training harder than ever even as we speak.
We got to their pack house and we were led to a special visitor’s lounge and although that was what they called it, it actually met up to it’s title. There were comfortable chairs, food, drinks, TV and all that and while it put my men at ease, I was more concerned about why we were not just led straight to the Alpha so while my men got comfortable, I stayed back to find out what was going on when my suspicions were confirmed as he pleaded with me to wait a little while Alpha Joe completed his other meetings.
My temper was so easily spiked these days and I was ready to flare up when I heard Mason’s voice in my head telling me to calm down. I darted my eyes to him and Caleb beside him who was nodding slowly like I was a ticking time bomb getting ready to explode or a rabid dog that had to be calmed down. Rolling my eyes, I stepped away from the man, seeing as had unknowingly cornered him before going to sit down, hoping that he rounds up whatever he was doing quickly so that I could do what I came here for and leave. He was the one who invited us, why do we have to wait?
I sat down and grabbed a chip from the plate, deciding that keeping my mouth busy would keep me from cursing out. Caleb and one of the other guys had sprawled out on the couch watching some random stuff on the TV but I knew they were still on high alert. We all were. I kept eating snack after snack. It was funny since most people would prefer to drink themselves to stupor when they were anxious or didn’t want to think about something but I have always found different alternatives to that
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since alcohol has never been my cup of tea. Some days it could be running, both in wolf form or human, others it could be training really hard, a game of wrestling or something of the sort and today, it seemed to be snacking.
The other day when I had decided to drink for the purpose of getting drunk contrary to how I usually just took small amounts when I paired it with food or for occasional purposes, I had been looking for something stronger. Running hadn’t helped and I desperately wanted to calm my mind. The results of that decision made me wonder if different people reacted differently to alcohol because why on earth would Isabella drink something that made a person so damn miserable? It made me think about the fact that she drank mostly because of me. I made her life a nightmare only for her to end up getting kidnapped still because of me. All the emotions I had been bottling up for the past days even while running and training. I let them all out and I’m still unsure whether it was a good or bad thing. I had let the tears fall like a scared little boy and that is exactly how I had felt. I wondered if that’s how Isabella feels when she drinks. I wonder if that is how she feels right now wherever she is.
It didn’t help that I kept having these bone chilling dreams where I’m holding Isabella in my arms and she’s in her beautiful dress from the ball only that it is now soaked in blood and she tells me that she loves me before closing her eyes forever. I’d always wake up drenched in sweat with my heart racing and I remember the first time I had this dream, I couldn’t function for the entire day.
Somehow, I knew she was not dead though. She may be far away since I cannot link her but there was a part of her inside me and it was alive. It was the knowledge of that that kept me moving even though I spend most of my time beating myself up over my choices and how pointless it had been to treat her the way I did. I would never be able to get back all the time I lost by being mean to her when I could’ve just been her mate and I depending on whether I find her before she gets seriously hurt, I may never get the chance to make it all right.
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It had been thirty minutes since we were asked to wait for the Alpha here to finish his meeting and we were still here…waiting. I had long abandoned the couch and was pacing non–stop making it impossible for any of my men to relax. When the door finally opened, I bounded to it, making the servants eyes widen in shock and fear. Caleb’s hand fell on my arm, holding me back while I calmed myself.
The man straightened his shirt and cleared his throat. “Alpha Joe would see you now.”
I sighed and nodded before looking back at my men. “Take a walk while you wait for us.” Then I looked back at the servant or whatever it is he was, “I hope that’s okay.”
“Um, sure.”
“Good.” I said simply before following him.
Take a walk was simply a code for my men to survey the place and look for anything that may be helpful. Ally or not, I would not let my guard down. After all most people who called themselves friends of our pack were only attached because of what they knew they would gain. Who knows what clues may be laying around to help in our search. So trusting them to know what to do, I left and the next door that was opened to me was to the chambers of the Alpha of the Dark Crescent pack.
And when it was, I could not help the instant rage that overcame me at the sight of what was happening here. Balloons covering the ceilings, slices of cake and cups of whatever littering the surfaces as well as a table filled with wrapped presents and some light music still streaming through unseen speakers. Had I really been made to wait for thirty plus minutes while this man indulged in a nice day time party? And where the hell was he anyway?
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