My heart shattered into a million pieces when Conner left Alpha Julian’s office without even looking back at me.
I was still in my wolf form, but when Mocha realized that he was not coming back, she released her hold on me and I shifted back.
On the soft carpet of the Alpha’s office, I sat completely naked and broken, surrounded by shreds of what was left of my clothing. I didn’t care about anything other than Conner. Not even my nudity bothered me.
I sat for what felt like minutes, waiting desperately for him to come back, but he didn’t.
After a while, I hugged my knees to my chest and started crying as discreetly as I could into my knees.
I heard Alpha’s heavy footsteps behind me, and he stopped just a few feet away.
“He just needs some time, he will be back, I have faith in him.”
I shook my head and sobbed like a baby. What a warrior I was.
“Margaret is on her way, she should be here shortly,” Alpha said as he walked past me and quietly closed his office door as he stepped outside.
Left alone in my own anguish, there was no more stopping the storm inside of me, and everything came out. Tears were streaming down my face and I was starting to have an anxiety attack. Should I try to help myself as I would do with one of my patients or should I just give into my sorrow? I didn’t feel like getting better, I didn’t care that I struggled to breathe, all I felt was utter hurt. Pain so intense, I would do anything to make it go away.
I have never felt like that ever before. The best way for me to describe it was that it felt like someone had ripped out my still-beating heart and was holding it in their hands, pressing it together and forcing the last bit of life out of it, slowly and agonizingly.
Luna Margaret entered quietly, shut the door behind her and threw a blanket over my naked, shaking body.
For a long time, she sat with me in silence, rubbing my back gently until I had gathered enough courage to look up and wipe away the worst of my tears.
“Julian told me what happened,” she said in her sweet, caring voice.
I merely nodded but did not turn to face her.
“He also said that your mate is different.”
With that, I turned to face her. I didn’t know what she meant, but I was desperate for anything to cling onto.
“He said that Conner is different from any other human he had ever met,” she continued when she saw she had my undivided attention, “Julian has faith that Conner will come back. That is why he felt confident in ordering you to shift in front of him.”
Another muffled sob escaped my lips, and I buried my face in my hands to hide my disgraceful breakdown from my Luna.
“I can feel your emotions, Dear, both I and Julian can,” she said while rubbing gentle circles onto my back, “we are here for you, you have nothing to be ashamed of. Just like Conner, you need some time too.”
Her words touched me deeply. I did feel ashamed and very lonely.
“Come, I will help you to your room,” she said while hooking her hands under my arms and pulling me up, “you need to get some rest, you are emotionally drained and physically exhausted.”
I obeyed my Luna and left with her.
I think Alpha must have mind-linked to pack to clear the area because we didn’t see a single soul on our way to my room, which I was extremely thankful for.
Luna Margaret helped me change into my pyjamas and even tucked me into bed before she left.
She was a wonderful Luna, and I had much respect and adoration for her.
It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep, and once I did, I slept like a baby for the first time in weeks, although I vaguely remember Fran crawling into bed with me at some point during the night.
She was a dear friend I couldn’t thank the Moon Goddess enough for.
“Is Doc ok?” Marcus asked as soon as I stepped into the infirmary.
Otis, Marcus and Doctor Keller had already revived and strapped the vampire down for me and I was ready to draw blood.
Melena’s emotions were pulsing through me as her heart clenched in agony. One of the downs of being the Alpha. I was linked to everyone in my pack and all their emotions affected me deeply.
“No,” I simply replied in a gruff tone and saw Marcus exchange a worried look with Otis.
I knew what they were thinking because it was the same thing I was. But right now, there was nothing more we could do. Conner needed time to think and calm down before we could take the next step.
“Has he said anything yet?” I asked Otis while keeping my eyes on the filthy vampire.
I sighed and stepped up to the table he was lying on. I could see he was intimidated by my presence and his eyes dilated in fear.
“I am going to say this once, so listen carefully. I will be asking you a series of questions, which you will answer truthfully or be punished until you do. I am not merciful. I do not care about your kind, and I will not hesitate to kill you. Do you understand?”
The vampire turned an even paler shade of white and nodded fearfully.
“Good. Who do you work for?” I asked in a calm, but deadly voice.
The vampire flicked his eyes frantically between me and Marcus, obviously conflicted with his current predicament. I had no doubt he was scared. If I didn’t kill him, the person who sent him, probably would.
“Pliers?” I asked Otis and held my hand out.
The vampire started shaking and his eyes rimmed red.
Otis placed the heavy metal object in my hand, and I wasted no time playing around. Swiftly and without emotion, I held down the vampire’s hand and ripped his middle-finger’s nail clean off.
Cries of suffering echoed off the walls of the infirmary and bright red blood started dripping down his finger and splattered over the white, tiled floors.
“Who do you work for?” I asked again.
The vampire was still wailing and bit his bottom lip in an attempt to muffle his own cries. Tears were running down the sides of his temples, but it did nothing to me.
I stepped up to the table again and placed my hand firmly onto his, pressing it down once again.
“No, please!” He yelled out in agony, but I ripped another nail off effortlessly.
After that, I handed Otis the pliers back and waited for the vamp’s screaming to subside.
“P, P, Pierce,” he sobbed out when he had composed himself a little.
“Pierce Campbell?” Marcus asked as he stepped a bit closer.
The vampire nodded through his tears.
“The vampire lord?” Otis asked me in confirmation to which I only nodded in return.
“What does he want?” I asked, turning my attention back to the vampire.
“I, I don’t know. All he said was to grab the Alpha’s medic and get information out of her.”
It was difficult to make out what he was saying since he was slightly hysterical and shaking profusely.
“What sort of information?”
“H, he wanted to know when Marcus would be leaving pack grounds again,” he answered and flicked his eyes towards a very surprised looking Marcus.
I could tell Marcus wasn’t hiding anything from me and the look on his face spoke of utter shock and confusion.
“Why me?” He almost barked out.
“I, I don’t know,” the vampire said and clamped his eyes shut, waiting for Marcus to lunge at him.
I rubbed my eyes in frustration not knowing what to make of all of this.
“Please, I beg of you, that is all I know,” the vampire pleaded desperately.
“Take him to the holding cells and lock him up,” I ordered as I stepped out of the infirmary.
It was official.
My son has become Pierce's target.