Ninety–Eight
Alexander’s POV
I walked down the quiet halls to my office downstairs. I hadn’t been looking forward to telling her what had happened but they were her parents and she deserved to know. I had expected a lot of different things from her but the only reaction that wasn’t exactly a surprise was when she screamed at me. I expected her to cry and maybe even collapse but even when I thought I might cry, she didn’t shed a single tear. When she burst into laughter after I told her, I had been scared, I thought I had broken her or something, I thought her pain was that intense but it turned out that he laughed because she thought that what I said was a joke and at that point it became much harder to break it to her.
I wished she would cry, it would be much better than keeping the emotions and pain pent up. That was always a terrible idea. It worried me to leave her alone while she was in such a state but it was also why I agreed to leave her. I decided that maybe after I left she would allow herself to cry and scream. She would allow herself to feel and then grieve. It was important for her to find a way to accept it even though I knew it was the most difficult thing in the world. I could not imagine losing any of my parents at all and she lost both of hers in one go. They were perfectly healthy and one second they were on this earth and the next, they weren’t. The thought was enough to make me want to turn back and go to her. Even if she managed to suppress the pain for six months to a year, one day it must surely come gushing out and it could cause even more damage then.
I was completely at loss of what to do.
As I walked on, I mindlinked the guard who was guarding the room. There were three of them before but I had reduced the number to just one. I was going to be watching the room from my office anyway unlike
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yesterday when I had stationed guards even at the windows since I wasn’t in the packhouse.
Yes, Alpha. He answered immediately.
No one is allowed in for whatever reason. I told him. Unless she sends for the person herself, the Luna wants to be alone. Let me know if she asks
for anyone.
Yes, Alpha.
I added that last part just in case she might call for Chloe. Chloe was like her sister. It would be easier to grieve with someone who knew her parents well, I believe. It was still hard to fathom that what happened had really happened. Two perfectly healthy members of my pack who also happened to be the parents of my mate were brutally murdered in cold blood. I sighed as I felt a shiver run through me. I wish I had known them better, maybe I would’ve been a worthy shoulder to cry on.
When I went got to my office, I was surprised to see my parents inside, sitting in front of my desk. It was a weird sight especially, to see my father in this office but in front of the desk instead of behind it, in the large seat that I had always known as his, the one that added a great deal to his intimidating aura. My mom had come occasionally to visit me in this office but it was the first time they’d come here together since I became Alpha and took over from my father.
“I heard the news.” He spoke when I sat down. He looked extremely pained and grief–stricken and I remembered that they weren’t just ‘the Luna’s parent’s‘ to him. He had known them well. Isabella’s father was his good friend. “This is terrible,” he said. “Has the killer been found?”
I shook my head, “No. But the case is being looked into.”
“I just can’t believe this.” He whispered and when I thought I heard a shake in his voice, I looked up to see that he had indeed shed a tear or two and was subtly wiping them off the corners of his eyes before they
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had the chance to fall. If the situation wasn’t so grave, I would’ve gaped. It was the first time in all my years I would ever see my father show such an emotion. He was a man that barely showed emotion even in his eyes so for him to cry like this over the loss of his friend nearly moved me to tears myself. I hadn’t even realized they were that close.
My mother wasn’t looking any better. Her face was ashen and she lacked her usual bubbly aura. I hated to see her like this but I doubted I looked any better. “How is she doing? How is Isabella? How did she take the news?” She finally asked, her voice thick with sadness and concern.
“It was hard but I finally gathered up courage to tell her this morning. She looked stunned at first and then she laughed, she thought I was joking. When she realized that I wasn’t she demanded how they died and I told her. She didn’t take it well but then I don’t expect anyone to take the death of both their parents all at once well. She didn’t cry though and when I thought I might go and comfort her, she told me to leave and that she wanted to be alone.”
When I finished, I looked up again to see that my mom looked even whiter than before. She looked alarmed and it immediately alarmed me too.
“And so you just left her alone? Nobody is with her?”
“She didn’t shed a tear when I told her, mom. She was obviously suppressing everything which is not good. I thought if I let her be it would allow her to grieve them properly. Plus when I tried to protest, she insisted, I didn’t want to piss her off in the state that she was.
“Oh Alexander, go back to her right now. This doesn’t sound right at all in my head. You cannot leave someone who has just suffered from a huge loss all alone. She might be…she might try to do something to herself. Something foolish, Alexander.”
It took a second for her words to click and when it did, I got up abruptly
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looking to my father who seemed to be agreeing with her. I immediately bolted out of the room, sprinting through the halls while frightened maids hurriedly moved out of my way. I took the stairs two at a time and when I flung open the door, the room was indeed empty. A deathly cold chill went down my spine as I began to search wildly. I threw open the doors to the closet but she wasn’t in there, she wasn’t in the bathroom either and after searching the obviously empty room like a mad man, my hair messed up badly with how much my fingers had run through them and even tugged on them.
I went back outside and saw the guard standing there looking annoyingly oblivious but still quite nervous as he noticed how pissed and unsettled I looked.
“Where is the Luna?!”
“S–she h–hasn’t come out, Alpha. I swear on my life and my family’s, I’ve not moved from this spot. I would have seen her if she came out.”
Growling in frustration as my heart rate increased drastically, I went back to the room noting how I couldn’t even detect her scent. She obviously didn’t want to be found if she was purposely hiding her scent but that made me even more paranoid. I was certain she wasn’t in this room though, I had searched every nook and cranny. She wasn’t here.
I tried to mindlink her over and over again but she was blocking me. I couldn’t scent her, I couldn’t mindlink her and my mother’s words kept ringing in my head. I was certain that if I don’t find her the next minute I was going to go crazy. Pushing away the fear and worry that clouded my mind, I forced myself to think.
“Think, Alexander. Think!” I yelled at myself and I did and after putting every piece together, something clicked somewhere and I bolted to the window. The curtains were drawn together but when I pushed them aside I saw that the windows itself were wide open and one of Isabella’s slippers lay on the sill below.
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I cursed, my heart beating wildly as I looked down. My mother had filled my head with thoughts of suicide and my first thought had been that she jumped to end her life but when I didn’t see her down there, hope sparked
in me.
She had probably just been trying to get away. I could still find her.
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