Filed To Story: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
Compared to this emotional turmoil, he will take Cassie’s erratic screaming anytime.
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Dayson wanted to leave the Red Moon pack and go home. He really did. But as time passed, Dayson realized that he couldn’t leave without seeing the girl with the copper-colored hair again. Just one more time.
He wanted to ensure that she is fine. At least that’s what he told himself.
Dayson hoped that if he can inhale her sweet citrusy scent of freesia a few more times, he might get sated, or maybe he finds out that it’s not affecting him anymore. And then there are those sparks that felt divine. Yes, he needs to feel those again also.
Just once and then he will leave.
Definitely.
Dayson came up with a million reasons to see the girl he couldn’t get out of his mind, and he roamed around the packhouse and community buildings, but with no luck.
It was like the girl simply disappeared.
Dayson was desperate. Was she a ghost who came to torture him?
He was never this anxious.
Jaeden and Maya realized that Dayson is acting strangely, but he didn’t explain anything, no matter how many times they asked.
Dayson was irritable and he said more than once how they are leaving, yet then he told them that they are staying longer.
To say that Maya and Jaeden were confused, was an understatement.
When Dayson announced that they will stay another night, Jaeden and Maya started suspecting that Marcy or Alpha Edward drugged Dayson or cast some mind-muddling spell on him because this was not Dayson they knew.
Dayson was never indecisive, and he never refused a naked woman (like Marcy they saw on the video), and this was enough proof for Jaeden and Maya that Dayson is losing it.
Jaeden and Maya agreed that if Dayson’s behavior escalates, they will take him away by force. The plan was that Maya distracts Dayson, and Jaeden whacks Dayson in the head, and then they drag him into the car and drive away.
Oblivious to Jaeden’s and Maya’s plans, Dayson thought about his situation and realized that there was only one thing for him to do.
He left his room around midnight and headed downstairs.
Dayson sat in the kitchen of the packhouse with the lights off and waited. That’s where he saw the copper-haired girl, so he hoped that she will show up again.
Dayson didn’t sleep the previous night, and he was not in his best shape, but his every muscle was tense, and he didn’t feel like sleeping.
His mind was going through numerous scenarios of what he will say when the mysterious girl shows up, and how she will respond.
Will he play it cool and ask casually how she is doing?
Or maybe he should show a stern expression and demand an explanation to why she disappeared last night without a goodbye?
Or maybe he should make a pitiful expression and say how she hurt his feelings? Based on the internet, girls like it when a man exposes his vulnerable side.
Dayson was still not sure if he should embrace this madness or reject Talia, but he knew that he had to see her.
His wolf would growl in displeasure whenever Dayson thought about rejecting Talia as his mate, and whimper sadly when Dayson worried why she is not there yet.
What if she is hurt? Did she leave? Is she hungry? Dayson shoved his hand into his hair. Maybe the girl is fine and sleeping and he is an idiot for spending the night in the kitchen.
Seconds ticked into minutes that turned to hours, painfully slow, and Dayson was exasperated when he saw dawn cracking through the window. She didn’t come.
Dayson was about to give up and head to his room when footsteps from the hallway got his attention.
He impatiently jumped to his feet, in hope that it’s Talia.
Dayson’s handsome eyebrows came together when he saw a woman with a duster in her hand. A blonde Omega in her late-twenties.
Her eyes widened in surprise, and she stuttered. “Can… can I help you, Alpha Dayson?”
Dayson rubbed his chin. Can she help him? Maybe. He looked around, making sure they are not overheard.
“Can I ask you something, but you make sure it stays between us?”
The woman nodded fervently in small jerky movements.
“I’m trying to find a girl. I believe she is an Omega. This tall…”, he gestured with his hand. “Skinny. Looks no older than a sixteen years old. Copper-colored hair this long…”, he pointed below his shoulder.
The woman shook her head, indicating that she doesn’t know the person Dayson was searching for.
Dayson remembered one more detail. “She wore old clothes that were oversized for her.”
The woman made a thoughtful expression.
“You know her?”, Dayson asked in an urgent whisper while inching closer to the Omega who was now blushing profusely.
“I… I…”, the words were stuck in her throat. He was too handsome and too close, and all this was too sudden. “She… maybe…”
“Yes? Yes!?”, he asked impatiently.
She blinked rapidly. “The attic. There is a girl living in the attic.”
Dayson climbed to the attic faster than the wind and his lips curved into a smile when he inhaled the scent of freesia he was craving for.
The girl was there.
He stared at the closed door in front of him and took a moment to compose himself.
Dayson thought how he went all around the Red Moon pack’s properties in search of the girl. Why didn’t he think of checking the packhouse thoroughly?
He already knew that the girl was not in the common buildings because she came to the kitchen in the packhouse.
Now that he was standing in the attic, he realized that obvious places would be to check the basement and the attic, as well as any isolated places where guests don’t venture. It seems that his mind was muddled and he didn’t think straight.
Well, it doesn’t matter.
The time has come. She is right there. Behind that door. Hopefully.
Dayson knocked on the door lightly and waited. Nothing.
He knocked again, this time with a bit more force.