Chapter 183 – Sorry Alpha I Am Wolfless Novel

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Just after he said these words I heard Ella scream out in pain or fear, I didn’t know which one.

“ELLA!” I screamed again.

“Didn’t you like her singing voice? It’s got potential.” He growled sickeningly. “Again.” He spoke to whoever was hurting Ella and she screamed again.

“HELP ME! PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP ME!”

“Leave her alone and bring your fight to me instead.” I snarled at him.

“Nah, this is getting fun.” Ella screamed again. I could hear her sobbing quietly when the sounds settled.

“Shit, someone’s coming.” One of the other men said in the background.

“Leave her, the message has been received by the target loud and clear. Isn’t that right Luna?” He spoke so arrogantly.

“I swear, I’m going to kill you.” I ground out through my clenched teeth.

“Freeze! Put your hands above your head.” A strong, masculine voice shouted in the distance, you could tell he was running but he didn’t sound out of breath at all.

“Bye for now Luna.” The disgusting voice said just before a loud banging noise and static filled the line. Judging by the pounding footsteps could I hear I guessed that he had dropped the phone to run away.

I heard Ella’s heavy, pained breathing still on the line and several sets of running footsteps.

“Are you alright, Miss?” The new voice asked her. “You guys go after them.” He said as he had clearly knelt down by her side. The other sets of steps continued running on.

“ELLA!” I yelled into the phone again.

“Hello, who is this?” The man picked up the phone and spoke to me after hearing my screaming voice.

“Who are you?”

“I am Detective Scott from the CSPD. Again, who are you?”

“I’m Ella’s friend. Is she alright?”

“It looks like she will be.” I could hear sirens in the background that were getting louder as they approached Ella.

“My husband called the police when I heard the men attacking her. He is also a friend of hers and on his way.”

“Really? And just who is your husband?” He seemed skeptical right now.

“Joaquin Gray.”

“Joaquin Gray? The Joaquin Gray? As in the billionaire Joaquin Gray?” He seemed shocked at my declaration.

“Yes. Ella is a family friend and he is on his way to offer his help.”

“Just perfect.” He didn’t sound happy. “Well, I guess you’ll know how things are with her soon enough.”

“Riviana.” I heard Ella’s voice in the background.

“Take care of her, please.” I begged him.

“Already planned on it.” He hung up the phone then, cutting off my only connection to knowing what was happening with Ella.

“Ella.” I whispered as I looked at the phone in my hand. I needed to tell Joaquin everything I had heard. He needed to know what was happening and what those disgusting assholes had said and done, and that there were police on the scene already.

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Joaquin

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“Mrs. Little, this is Joaquin Gray, the private investigator assisting the FBI in finding your son. We think we might have narrowed down where your son is being held, but we need to send in dogs to locate the building. For that purpose we are asking for a personal effect to track his scent.”

“Oh my God, is he dead? You need to find his body don’t you.” Her hysterical voice answered as she immediately jumped to the wrong conclusion.

“No Ma’am, I assure we are certain he is still alive. We just need to narrow down the building among those in the location we have in mind.”

“Really?” She asked me with relief in her voice.

At the same time that Mrs. Little felt relieved I heard an outburst from my Little Bunny.

“ELLA!” Her voice sounded worried and I saw anger and panic wash over her face.

“Either I will be there or I’ll send someone over to pick an item up from you later today.”

“Thank you Mr. Gray, thank you so much. Please bring Jacob home to me.”

“I will Ma’am.” I ended the call just as I heard another angry outburst from my wife.

“How about one for you instead.”

“Riviana? What’s wrong?” I had walked to her side and I could feel the anger rolling off her in waves.

Riviana didn’t answer me right away, instead she walked over to my desk and grabbed the same pen from earlier. She wrote a small note on my desk calendar. ‘Someone is attacking Ella. Just left the shop.’ I knew instantly that she was on the phone with the attacker now and not Ella. I also knew she would try to keep them distracted for as long as possible. I grabbed my phone that I had sat on my desk and my keys. Seeing that something was up the others ended their calls and got ready to leave as well.

“Stay here Riviana, we will take care of this.” I told her just as I walked out of the room.

I knew I couldn’t just shift and run there, even though that would likely be quicker. No, I had to drive as it was in the middle of a busy city street. The three of us got into the mustang and sped off immediately.

Knowing that Ella was potentially in great danger I called Andrew. He was pack and a detective so he would handle this situation right away. The ringing coming through the speakers didn’t last long before a voice answered.

“Hey Gray, what can I do for you?” Andrew’s typically amiable voice sounded like it had a smile held in it. He was always a happy guy, well usually.

“Ella Taylor is being attacked outside her shop right now.”

“What?” All happiness and jokes were now gone. It was time for Andrew the Detective to show his face. This version was full of determination, cunning, and a perpetually angry sounding voice. His serious mode was something to behold. “Give me all the details. Now” Sometimes I had to remind myself that Andrew was not a street cop and therefore bossed around his juniors so that command probably came natural to him.

“I don’t have many details right now. Who ever is there was on the phone with my wife just now. She had called Ella just before the attack.”

“Do you know what they’re after?”

“No, Riviana is still getting details from them right now.” I was past the gate of the compound now and speeding toward town.

“Does she know what she’s doing? Or is she going into this blind?” He seemed to doubt his Luna in that moment. That pissed me off.

“Whether she’s experienced in hostage negotiations or not doesn’t matter. She will know to keep him on the phone for as long as possible. Trust in your Luna.”

“I didn’t mean to express doubt. I’m sure she knows what to do.” He sounded scared. “I am on my way and I will be sending others as well.”

“Good, I’m on my way also.”

By the time I pulled onto the street of the dress shop I saw flashing lights and a large commotion about a half a block away from the storefront. Ella was most likely walking home. I knew she lived on her own somewhere close to the store and enjoyed walking to and from. I pulled the car to a stop right next to where the largest gathering of people was.

As soon as the car was in park I was already jumping out. I saw Ella sitting on the ground with a man supporting her upper body. Ella looked as if her attackers had beaten her as well as cut her. I saw more than a few large bloody red lines sliced into her arms. There were also bruises all around her face and arms. There might have been more damage that I simply couldn’t see yet.

“Ella?” I called out to her while I ran to her side.

“Joaquin?” She seemed to be in pain and unable to stand.

“What happened? What did they do to you?” I asked her but someone else answered instead.

“Mr. Gray I assume?” He didn’t sound happy.

I looked into the face of the man who had spoken. It was the man supporting her. He seemed tall, maybe a few inches shorter than me with a strong look about his face and body. His light blond hair and light brown eyes would have fit into the pack just fine if it wasn’t clear that he was human.

“Yes, I am Joaquin Gray. And you are?”

“Detective Devon Scott, CSPD.”

“Thank you for your help, Detective.” I filled my voice with sincerity to show that I meant what I was saying. For some reason it appeared as if Detective Scott didn’t like me.

“It wasn’t for you, Mister Gray.” He dragged out the title into a sneer.

“Did I offend you Detective Scott?” I asked him, starting to lose my patience as well.

“You walk around this city like you own it. You even act like you can run the police department.” He snapped at me angrily.

“I don’t try to run the police department. I do however, try to help people. And in case you didn’t notice, Detective, I do own about sixty percent of this city.”

“See, that’s the attitude I am talking about.”

“Enough!” Vincent snapped from near my left shoulder. “Ella is the one who matters right now, so stop your damn pissing contest.”

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