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“O-o-of course not, Supreme Alpha!” he stuttered, visibly trembling. “I was merely… caught off guard. Pardon my insolence.”
“Hmmmm,” I hummed, unconvinced, my gaze continuing to sweep the room with open disdain.
How could any self-respecting alpha live like this? How could he allow his people to live like this? But that were matters for another day.
“Tell me, Joe,” I drawled, dragging his name out again just to watch him squirm, “how many unmated she-wolves do you have in your pack?”
Joe wiped his sweaty palms down the front of his wrinkled shirt.
“Supreme Alpha,” he squealed, “we are merely a pack of two hundred and twenty. Eighty of them are married elders, twenty are children below the age of eighteen, thirty mated youngsters above eighteen, and twenty-five-“
I sliced my hand through the air sharply.
“It seems your ability to comprehend is subpar if you can’t even decipher a simple question,” I gritted. “Did I ask for an analysis?”
Joe’s mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping on land.
“Go straight to the point,” I finished coldly.
“O-Of course, Supreme Alpha,” he mumbled. “There are… about forty unmated she-wolves.”
“Where are they?”
“S-Some are staying in the general packhouse, the building behind this one. Others are with their parents in private residences,” he answered quickly.
“Summon them all,” I ordered, my voice brooking no room for argument. “Have them assemble at the clearing.”
“If I may, Supreme-” Joe began, but the words died on his tongue when I turned my full glare on him.
“No,” I growled. “You may not, Joe.”
I let my beast rise to the surface just enough that my eyes darkened into endless black pools. The room temperature seemed to drop instantly, the air itself shuddering with the weight of my suppressed power.
Joe’s knees visibly buckled, and he let out a pitiful gulp, every instinct he had screaming at him to submit.
“Your word is law, Alpha Supreme,” he croaked, bowing his head deeply. “P-Please, take a seat while I carry out your command.”
I gave the filthy couch another disgusted look and sneered.
“I’d rather not,” I said simply, curling my lip with contempt.
Joe bobbed his head rapidly, desperate to please, before stumbling toward the door like a man fleeing the gallows.
“Joe,” I called out lazily, just as his hand touched the doorknob.
He froze.
“My presence here is confidential. Handle this discreetly and wisely. Or there will be consequences.”
He nodded so fast it was a miracle his head didn’t snap off.
And with that, Joe fled the house, slamming the door shut behind him.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying and failing to massage away the pounding headache building behind my eyes. Normally, I prided myself on my composure.
But tonight? Tonight, my frustration simmered just beneath my skin, threatening to spill over.
I didn’t have it in me to entertain any more shenanigans, not from Joe or anyone else.
“Lupercus,” I called, turning to where he stood silently against the peeling wall like a quiet sentinel.
“Your Highness,” he answered instantly.
“You can remain here,” I told him, already moving toward the door. “I’ll find a spot where I can silently observe.”
Without waiting for his response, I trusted him to understand. I slid my mask back over my face and adjusted my sunglasses, veiling my features once again.
The scent of mildew and stale air clung to me like an unwelcome second skin as I stepped out into the night. I retraced my steps through the clearing silently. The night welcomed me and shadows swallowed me whole as I slipped into the treeline, into the deeper parts of the woods. It was almost too easy to disappear under the camouflage of darkness. Even if someone had been watching, they would’ve seen nothing but a whisper of movement.
I scanned the surrounding forest carefully, letting instinct guide me until my gaze landed on a massive oak tree standing proudly in the center of the woods.
It towered over the others, its thick branches sprawling like a natural throne in the sky.
Perfect.
Without hesitation, I leaped, catching the nearest branch easily. I climbed higher, my muscles coiling and flexing with each movement, until I found a spot near the top hidden by the thick canopy, yet offering a perfect vantage point overlooking the clearing.
The wind whispered through the leaves, cool and steady, carrying the clean scent of damp earth and pine. I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes for a moment.
The moon hung heavy and luminous above, casting everything in a soft silver glow.
It was beautiful from up here, almost heartbreakingly so.
Is she looking at the same moon? I wondered, a rare wistfulness threading through my chest. Or is she somewhere else entirely, in a different timezone, completely unaware that her mate is tearing apart kingdoms searching for her?
SARGIS’ POV
I opened my eyes again, this time summoning the heightened senses of my beast.
The world sharpened into brutal clarity. Every leaf, every whisper of movement, every breath of the forest animals became a symphony I could hear and see.
Even the heartbeat of a squirrel, perched meters away, thudded in my ears like a drum.
Below, the she-wolves began to gather.
They filed into the clearing one by one, nervous energy clinging to them like a second skin. Some fidgeted with their clothes, some whispered among themselves, others stood stiffly, eyes darting around with uncertainty.
I watched them all meticulously. My eyes scanned every face, curve, and nervous tic.
I listened for a whisper of connection, a flare of recognition, anything, anything that would tell me that she was here.
But there was nothing.
Their scents filled the air, some flowery, some musky, and some sharp and biting, but none of them called to me. None of them reached into the hollow place inside my chest and made it sing.
I exhaled slowly, pressing my lips into a thin line.
Another dead end.
I tapped out a quick message to Lupercus, telling him to meet me at the car. There was no need to drag this out any longer. My business here was finished.
I slipped my phone back into my pocket and dropped lightly from the branch, moving from tree to tree in quick, fluid movements. I wasn’t in a hurry to return just yet.
I needed… space to wrestle down the growing despair gnawing at my insides.
I let my body move on instinct, leaping and landing, letting the familiar strain of physical exertion steady me. I didn’t know where I was going, I didn’t care until the soft, melodic sound of rushing water reached my ears.
I followed it, grateful for the distraction.
Minutes later, I broke through the trees and found myself standing at the banks of a river.
It wasn’t wide, but it flowed steadily, the moonlight danced across its surface like a trail of silver fire.
