Chapter 382 – Destined Bond with My Forbidden Alpha Novel (Alpha Alexander & Selene)

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

Alexander noticed one other child. He sat quietly, rocking himself on the ground, his eyes red from crying.

He hurried down to the car, the child pointed toward the driver’s side door. Alexander moved around the vehicle. Glancing through the back window, he could see movement inside. There were at least two people.

‘It could still be a trap,’ he thought as he carefully approached the open door.

He looked inside and his eyes went wide as he realized what he was seeing. A small boy, only about eight years old, pressed his hands against a woman’s stomach, his hands were painted red by the blood that escaped her wound.

“The fire, the fire burns…” the woman whispered. Her voice was barely audible, weak and dying.

“Help her!” the boy shouted.

Alexander moved forward, he paused for just a moment as he saw her face.

“Alice?” he whispered.

“You know her?” the boy asked in surprise. “Can you help her?”

She turned to look up at him, for just a second there was recognition in her eyes.

“The snow king…the snow king…saw a snake…” she whispered before her eyes rolled back into her head.

“Help her!” the boy screamed.

Alexander placed his fingers at her throat, and he found a pulse, it was weak, very weak, but it was there.

“I can try,” he said.

The boy let out a sigh of relief.

“What is your name?” Alexander asked as he placed his pin on her.

“Stefan,” the boy replied. “What is that?”

“It’s going to help keep her alive until I can get her to the hospital,” Alexander replied, pressing on the pin. “What happened?”

The chords shot out over her body, wrapping her in protective armor. It wasn’t much, but there was a patching system added to the suit, it would at least create a temporary seal on her wound and read her vitals.

“They were trying to help us get away,” Stefan said. “But she got hurt.”

“They?” Alexander asked as he worked to remove the seat belt.

“He didn’t make it,” Stefan whispered sadly.

Alexander lifted his eyes to the backseat; he saw a large hand with dried blood falling limp off the chair. His eyes followed the arm to the body of a large man.

He felt his heart drop, and the air in his lungs empty as he clearly saw an arrow protruding from a far too familiar man’s stomach.

Alexander remembered the proud smile on his face as he walked Selene down the aisle under the light of the full moon.

His entire body shook as he looked at the cold, empty eyes of the man he had respected, then hated. A man that he had grown to love as a member of his own family. The former Alpha of Winter.

“Wyatt!”

The lids of his eyes fell heavy and slow. Darkness surrounded him for only a brief moment, yet it felt like an eternity.

As his eyes opened again, time slowed to a crawl. The sound in the room had faded away completely, leaving only a dull buzz in his ears. Even the sounds of his own breathing, of his heart beating, felt like a distant vibration in the air.

He watched as Selene’s face contorted in shock and pain. The tortured expression scrunched her face in on itself. Finally, her mouth opened in a silent howl of anguish.

He swallowed, watching her fall to her knees as the grief hit her full force. Alexander wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. His lips moved against her head as he rocked her slowly.

For the briefest moment, Axel wondered what words of comfort he offered.

Was he telling her that he understood her pain? Was he telling her that it would be all right? Was he simply reminding her that he was there for her?

Axel swallowed.

Former Alpha Wyatt of Winter was gone.

Wyatt of Winter was gone.

His father was….

Axel clenched his jaw, turning his attention back to Selene.

He couldn’t hear her screams, her cries, but the expression on his sister’s face gripped his heart.

Axel moved behind her, placing his hand on her back. He offered her comfort through his touch. Then, above her head, his eyes met with Alexander’s.

Alexander nodded to him.

Axel looked away.

His mind turned even further. It took him to a place way back in his memory, to a time when he was small, before the Blood Moon, before his wolf.

Axel stood with his tiny hand held by the warmth of his father’s much larger hand. He looked up at the great man. His hair was not the same peppery color of the present, but a dark blonde that was almost brown. However, the tightly woven braids still remained.

Through the eyes of the small boy, he saw his father as a solid and unshakeable figure, a man that would never fall.

And yet, a tear fell from his eye. His jaw was set in a severe expression. He looked hard and cold, but Axel knew he was warm. He was hurt.

Young Axel pulled away from his father.

Wyatt looked down at the boy, and young Axel wrapped his arms around his father’s leg.

Wyatt let out a soft chuckle and ruffled Axel’s hair. Then, he reached down and lifted the small boy into his arms.

“Do you wish to comfort your father?” Wyatt asked.

Young Axel nodded his head and hugged Wyatt around the neck tightly.

Wyatt chuckled once more.

“It’s all right, my boy,” Wyatt whispered, patting his son’s back. “There is no cause for concern. I am not sad.”

Young Axel pulled back, searching his father’s eyes for sadness. Wyatt smiled. He turned his head; a soft orange glow highlighted his sad smile.

“His time with us is over,” Wyatt said softly, “but now my father returns to the Goddess.”

Young Axel turned his head to look out at the funeral pyre for his grandfather.

Wyatt took a deep breath.

“We will honor him through our actions, Axel,” Wyatt said, turning back to face his son. “We are the future of Winter, and we will make it a great one. Won’t we?”

Young Axel nodded his head.

“I’ll find a room for her.”

Axel stared up at Alexander with confusion. His words have brought Axel back to the present.

Alexander stood; he held a sleeping Selene in his arms.

Axel got to his feet. He looked at his sister, her face was red, and heavy bags decorated her eyes. He reached out, touching her hair gently.

“She has been awake all night,” Axel whispered. “We both have.”

Alexander nodded.

“I will find a room for her, get her settled in for a few hours of rest,” he said. “Please, wait for me here.”

“I need to return,” Axel said. “Mom… needs to be told.”

“I know,” Alexander said. Adjusting his position to give Selene a more supported position against his shoulder. “But there is something you need to know before that.”

Axel furrowed his brows. What more could he need to know?

He took a deep breath and nodded. As Alexander left the small room, Axel took a seat. He closed his eyes as a deep ache grew behind them.

The weight of the night was beginning to settle over him.

He saw the expression on his mother’s face, the panic that had filled her eyes. The slight tremble of her body. The way she had scratched at her chest, gasping for air, choking.

And then the scream. The silent scream grew into one that threatened to burst his eardrums. A sound that he had no doubt would haunt his dreams for years to come.

Had that been the moment, he wondered. Was that the moment when they had lost him? Did his mother already know?

Axel sighed.

He would need to make the arrangements. The pyre would need to be tonight or tomorrow at the latest. Any longer would be seen as preventing Wyatt from his journey back to the Goddess.

A feast would need to be organized a week later. A celebration of life, a sharing of memories, a toast to his return to her side.

Axel clenched his jaw.

He remembered his grandfather’s feast. He had hidden under the table and listened as the speeches were given, as the laughter and singing filled the night sky.

It had confused him.

He was sad. He missed his grandfather. How could all these people be so happy when he was gone?

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