Chapter 141 – Destined Bond with My Forbidden Alpha Novel (Alpha Alexander & Selene)

Filed To Story: Destined Bond with My Forbidden Alpha Novel (Alpha Alexander & Selene)

“Alexander and the Summer pack blame me for Cain’s death because Cain was missing for two weeks before he was found. The last place anyone had reported seeing him was near the southern border of Winter.

“Alexander asked me personally to investigate. I gave him my word that I would. But after two weeks, I returned to Alexander with nothing, not even a body.”

“What? But they had a pyre for Alpha Cain,” Selene said. “I remember it was the start of all the drama between the packs. Alphas Gorn and Tomas were both invited, but you weren’t.”

“The pyre was purely symbolic,” Wyatt said, “I told Alexander I never found Cain. Only signs of his struggle with the rogue wolves. It was one of the reasons he did not believe me.

“But I would not let him investigate it further. Because it happened in Winter territory, there was nothing he could do about it.”

Wyatt leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees. Selene could see the weariness on his face.

“Rogue wolves?” Bell asked.

Wyatt lifted his eyes to her.

New tears formed in her eyes, and she let out a bitter laugh.

“He really likes that excuse, doesn’t he?” she said.

Wyatt looked away.

“Please, dad,” Selene said. “Just tell us what happened.”

Wyatt took a deep breath and nodded.

“After Alexander asked for my help, I left for the southern border where Cain was last seen. I tracked him for several days. I found campsites and fresh kills.

“But then I found something else. Signs of a struggle. Blood trails, bodies.”

“Bodies?” Selene asked.

“Yes, wolves,” Wyatt said

“Ours?” she asked.

“Theirs,” Bell growled.

Wyatt nodded.

“I found four different wolves, each with dark markings in their fur.”

Selene looked between Wyatt and Bell.

“Are you saying it was…” Selene was shocked. Even with all the stories she had heard, she couldn’t believe it.

“Yes,” Wyatt answered. “They were Autumn wolves.”

“So, Alpha Cain killed Autumn wolves in Winter?” Selene asked. Trying to piece together what she was hearing.

“No,” Bell corrected, “Autumn wolves tried to kill Alpha Cain in Winter.”

Selene was confused.

“I don’t understand. Why not tell Alexander the truth?” she asked. “If Autumn wolves killed Alpha Cain, they need to be held accountable!”

“Come on, Selene,” Bell sighed. Her voice was filled with bitter regret. “Isn’t it obvious? He didn’t tell Alexander because Tomas threatened me.”

Bell turned to Wyatt.

“Didn’t he?” she asked.

Wyatt nodded.

“He did,” he said sadly.

“Tomas made it clear that if Cain’s death was investigated beyond the story of the rogue wolf attack, he would make sure that Bell’s mate knew she was alive and exactly where to find her.”

“How can he threaten you?” Selene asked, looking at Bell, wanting to reassure her and make her feel safe. “You rejected your mate, right?”

Bell nodded.

“That’s why he broke my jaw,” she gave a sad smile. “Selene, a rejection has to be accepted by both people. My mate refused, vehemently.”

“Then how did you get away?”

“Tomas told us that he would handle the mate. He told him that Bell died while trying to run from Autumn,” Wyatt answered.

“What about the bond? Doesn’t he feel that you’re still alive?” Selene asked.

“We sent her to the Priestess,” Wyatt said. “Corrine said they could help.”

“They told me they ‘strained’ the bond. We were still connected, but if I stayed in Winter, he wouldn’t be able to find me.” Bell said. “I lost a week of memories, but I couldn’t feel him when I came back out. Which is a huge win in my book.”

“Cain created a medicine for her to take,” Wyatt added. “Something that temporarily suspends the bond.”

“The block that the alphas take?” Selene asked.

Wyatt nodded.

“My daily vitamin,” Bell said.

Selene felt overwhelmed with all that she was learning, but her question still hadn’t been answered.

“I still don’t understand,” Selene said. “If Tomas threatened Bell, I get why you would hesitate, but if Autumn wolves killed Alpha Cain, Alexander, and the Summer wolves would have helped keep Bell safe, so why not just tell them?”

“Autumn wolves didn’t kill Cain,” Wyatt said.

“What?” Both Bell and Selene asked.

Wyatt took another deep breath, pushing it through his nose. Then, he lifted his eyes to Selene.

Selene felt a weight in those eyes, a pain that threatened to suffocate her.

“The hand that ended Cain’s life does not belong to an Autumn wolf, but to one of Winter,” Wyatt said. He turned his eyes down to his hand, gripping it into a fist. “This hand.”

[Almost Three Years Ago, Southern Territories, Winter]

Wyatt had followed the trail into the pass. There was a small, makeshift campsite, a circle of rocks for fire, some branches, and mulch for kindling.

It was clear that someone had taken shelter here for the night before being set upon in the morning.

While the snow had kept up through the night, the impressions left from the struggle were still visible.

It looked like at least three men had been involved, and from the paw prints, at least one of them had shifted.

When Alexander reached out to Wyatt with news that Cain was missing, he was shocked to hear that he had been spotted in Winter. Cain was never one to wander aimlessly or to let those he cared for worry.

It had been five days already when Alexander reached out to Wyatt.

Wyatt had come down to the southern territories. He and Beta Richard had agreed to search different areas of the border. They kept the search party small. Richard, his son Jackson, and two of their top scouts would search deeper in the mountains and forests since they were more familiar with the area.

Wyatt and the two men he had brought with him from the north would search the actual borders, the pass, and the lower mountains.

There was no need to set off the alarms of the pack by telling them that an Alpha had gone missing within the territory.

This was also why Wyatt had refused to let Alexander come and join the search. Instead, he reminded him that his place was with Fiona and the wolves of Summer until his father could return to them..

Alexander had agreed without too much argument.

The boy was sensible. He would be a great leader one day. Wyatt took great pride in the little bit he had to do with helping Alexander become the man he was meant to be.

His thoughts turned to Selene as he continued to follow the tracks.

She had decided to pursue a rank in the berserkers. Wyatt felt a mixture of pride and concern. Whatever she would do, she would do well. But he couldn’t quite shake the feeling that she was meant for something more than what Winter could offer her.

He smiled to himself as he thought of them both.

‘Perhaps we should let them meet,’ he thought.

Cain had once asked how Wyatt would feel if it turned out their children were mates. He didn’t know how to answer. The idea of his daughter finding a mate was challenging to think about. Even now, she was barely fifteen years old.

They had laughed back then, made a joke of having them meet just to know. But Wyatt now considered that it wasn’t such a crazy thought after all.

“Alright, Cain, after I save your ass, let’s see if our fates are connected,” Wyatt laughed to himself as he continued through the pass.

Wyatt and his men had been searching for three days. Cain had been missing for eight.

Once they had cleared the pass, Wyatt and Richard divided the search area. Richard suggested bringing in more scouts, but Wyatt felt it was unnecessary.

The signs of struggle they had found showed minimal damage. It was likely that Cain had run into some rogue wolves that had entered the territory. However, Cain was a strong and resourceful wolf, and Wyatt was confident he could take care of himself.

Richard and his scouts went further north, while Wyatt and his men went south.

On the fourth day of searching, Wyatt was all alone. One of his men had been injured, and the other had taken him back to the nearest outpost.

They had found more signs of struggle, blood trails, and damage to the wildlife. Wyatt had sent his men back and stayed alone because these clues needed to be followed.

Wyatt followed the scent of the blood up and into the trees. In his wolf form, he could cover far more ground, and he ended up finding a body. It was a wolf.

He didn’t recognize them when he looked closer, but the dark markings looked familiar. He left a marker on the tree nearby to indicate where the body was and then continued his search. But within a few hours, the snow got heavier.

The blizzard came on him suddenly. He tried to find a way back down the mountainside, but it was too late. The snow and ice were coming down so hard he couldn’t even see the hand in front of his eyes.

He was caught on a root; he lost his footing and fell. He rolled down a steep incline, his shoulder burning from the multiple impacts. When his body finally stopped, Wyatt was sure that every part of him was bruised. He lifted his head and let out a small prayer to the Goddess as his eyes found a small cave in the mountainside.

Wyatt sat up, panting from the exertion on his body. His left arm hung limp at his side, having slipped out of the socket. He hugged himself tightly with one good arm and dragged his body off the ground and into the cave. He was lucky. It was uninhabited and deep enough to escape the snow.

In the very back of the cave, he found a small circle of stones, a firepit. He ran his fingers over the remains of starting rocks, sticks, and dried leaves. There wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing.

He righted himself and leaned heavily against the wall of the cave. Wyatt caught his breath and pressed the back of his shoulder blade firmly against the wall. He took a deep breath, and then, using his other hand, he gripped tightly to his upper arm and shoved it roughly back in place.

Wyatt let out a grunting roar as he fell to his knees. His vision blurred as the searing pain coursed through his body.

When the pain had passed, Wyatt struggled to make a fire, it took several tries, but he managed to get the spark. Once he had it going, he shifted. It was excruciating, but the healing always worked faster in wolf form.

For two days and nights, there had been white-out weather. Wyatt could barely step outside the cave, much less try to search for Cain.

It had been ten days since Cain had gone missing, five since Wyatt had begun his search. He had lost his walkie-talkie and all his other supplies when he fell down the cliffside.

He didn’t have a choice but to leave the cave searching for food.

The blizzard had finally eased up, the snow still fell in heavy sheets, but he could see the trees, which meant animals. He searched for something to eat, to drink.

The heavy snow made it difficult to catch the scent of anything, but something caught his attention. A familiar, metallic smell.

Blood in the air.

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