The Alpha Can’t Sense His Mate

ZADOK

Pick her up! Pick her up!

My mind yelled at me, and like a possessed person, I walked towards Ithra with that goal in mind.

Probably scared by what happened, she leans into her person but I wasn’t deterred. I picked her up like a pack of cards and immediately made my way out, leaving behind a pack of bowed wolves in my wake.

As I stepped through the people, carrying her bridal style, my eyes caught an unconscious wolf by the corner with a knife to the chest.

My blood boiled, knowing exactly who had perpetuated that act. My eyes connected with Ithra’s and my hold around her tightened.

With clenched jaws, I walked past the body, sending a note to Azriel to take the impaled wolf to the pack doctor while I led Ithra to the prison till I knew exactly what to do with her.

We got to the prison and I dumped her on the floor. “Lock her up. No food or water until I say otherwise.” I ordered one of the guards who immediately dragged her away with a snarl.

I watched Ithra struggle to look back, almost as though she wanted to say something to me, but it was too late. I didn’t want to hear it.

No matter what happened, she had no right to take laws into her hands or to hurt my own. And I was going to ensure she learned that the hard way.

I walk out of the prison and meet Azriel coming in. Angrily, I fired my orders,

“Find out everything you know about her, Azriel. I want more details, something more than where she comes from, it should be on my desk by midnight.”

“Find out what happened in the kitchen, Azriel. I need more details about her, something more than where she comes from. I want to know everything there is about her, something you might have missed, and I want it done by midnight.” I gritted.

“Yes alpha.” He replied, knowing I wasn’t in the mood.

“And Morgan? How is she doing?”

Asking about my injured and probably dead wolf brought pain to my heart.

“She will be fine. Luckily, the knife barely missed her heart. She’s currently on bedrest and should be fine by tomorrow.”

Hearing Azriel’s words brought relief. I didn’t know how I’d stomach it if I lost another wolf to a witch.

“Tell Shilhi to do everything she can, I’ll take responsibility for everything.” I said, “Find me in my office if you have news for me.”

With that, I walked away, leaving him to his devices while I went to bury myself in work.

******

I was in my office, digging through paperwork when Azriel finally showed up.

“Took you long enough.” I said, looking at the clock which read 2:00 am.

He was two hours late.

Azriel took a seat in front of me, oddly silent. I could tell something was up because he seemed bothered, lost.

I dropped the paperwork and focused on him. “is there a problem?” I asked, already getting impatient.

He sat up, “You wouldn’t believe what I found out about.”

That peaked my attention, “stop dawdling and speak up already. I don’t have all day.”

“I started my investigation in the kitchen.” He started, “Apparently, Ithra cursed you out in the kitchen and when they tried to speak to her about it, she went crazy and attacked Morgan.”

My jaws tightened at his words. I didn’t know what I was expecting but I honestly hoped there was a mistake somewhere.

“Are you certain that’s what happened?” I find myself asking, unwilling to believe she held a grudge so bad she wanted to kill a wolf.

“Unless everyone lied to me, including Morgan, then that’s what happened.” He gritted, I could tell he wasn’t finding my incessant questions pleasant.

“Morgan’s awake?”

“Yes. She is. Thanks to her werewolf healing, Shilhi was able to quicken the process. Do you want to see her?”

I waved my hand, “No. Not yet.” I managed to say, “Is that all?”

Azriel gauged me silently for a moment, then he began.

“I sent spies to the Celts Coven.”

My eyes shot up, there was no way to sneak into the Celts Coven. We both knew that. The reason being that the forcefield hindered and protected them from wolves, and other beasts or threats.

“How?” I asked after a beat, fully immersed in his words.

“The forcefield is weakened.” Azriel remarked, “I found out that the forcefield which hinders us from accessing the clan was having a major problem. For some reason, it no longer holds the ability to keep every beast at bay.”

“What are you talking about? Speak clearly.”

“What I mean is that the forcefield isn’t stable. Although it’s still able to keep the wolves and other territorial beasts away, it doesn’t ward off every other species.”

When Azriel noticed I was still waiting, he continued.

“The Faes. I was able to convince them to get into the coven and source out more information about her. Although it cost me heavily, it was well worth it.”

“The Faes are not to be trusted.” I growled, “they can put together a fake story with glamour in order to rob you of all you’ve got. Surely, you thought of that.”

“I am aware, Alpha.” Azriel spoke with confidence. “However, I am very sure that’s not the case. Before we hit a deal with the Faery, she was caught snooping in our territory.”

I snarled, not liking the idea of a sneaky Faery roaming my territory.

“I got into a deal in exchange for her life, and to show her commitment to it, she revealed her true form.”

When he said that, I felt rest assured. One thing about the faeries was that they never showed their true form. Most of the time, they moved in glamour, deceitfully hiding their true identity as they perpetuated evil.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

However, when they do reveal their form and give you their word, they are bound by it.

Seeing I was getting convinced, Azriel continued.

“You wouldn’t believe what I found out.” He said with a cynic smile.

“Ithra, our oh so powerful chosen one, cannot cast a spell.”

I remained silent, waiting for him to tell me he was joking. When he didn’t, my brows furrowed.

“What do you mean?”

“Exactly what you heard, Alpha. Ithra, the eldest daughter of the Celts Coven enchantress, does not have powers.”