I Reject You

Chapter 3

EAMON POV

I arrived at Alpha Philip's territory with a sense of urgency gnawing at my gut. The convoy of cars came to a halt, and I wasted no time stepping out, my heart pounding in my chest. I needed answers, and I needed them now.

What had caused her to run away? Why was she avoiding me?

I stormed into the main den, my eyes searching for Alpha Philip. "Where is she?" I demanded, my voice a low growl. "Where's Isadora?"

Alpha Philip looked genuinely puzzled. "She was here," he replied, his tone tinged with concern. "It's like she disappeared. I've asked my men to look, but we can't find her anywhere."

My fists clenched at my sides as I struggled to contain my anger. "Don't tell me bullshit," I roared, my voice echoing through the air. "She's pregnant with my child. She shouldn't be wandering around on her own, with my heir in her womb."

Alpha Philip's eyes flickered with a hint of amusement, and it only fueled my frustration further. "I tried to talk to her, but she said she needed time alone to think."

Time alone to think? Think about what? What is she thinking about? Why would she run away from me, from us? I couldn't understand what had changed so suddenly. Had I done something to push her away?

My mind raced with a thousand possibilities, each one more outrageous than the last. Her attitude had been different ever since last morning, even though we made love the previous night. Could she have overheard my conversation with Victor? Could that be the reason for all this attitude?

"No, no, no," that can't be the case. I don't believe that. If she did, the consequences would be far greater than this, I muttered to myself. I had to get this idea out of my head. Besides, the doors of my study are soundproof; there's no way she heard a thing. It must be the pregnancy causing her mood swings.

I turned to my men, my voice tight with tension. "Spread out, find her," I ordered. "I want her found, no matter what it takes."

My men nodded, dispersing in different directions, determined to carry out my orders. But as the minutes turned into hours, there was no sign of Isadora. It was as if she had truly vanished into thin air like smoke, leaving me to grapple with my own insecurities and fears.

The weight of the situation bore down on me, and I couldn't help but feel like a caged animal, desperate to break free. I had never felt so out of control, so helpless in the face of uncertainty.

As the sun began to set, I found myself standing at the edge of a cliff, my eyes scanning the horizon in a futile attempt to catch a glimpse of Isadora. The wind howled around me, carrying with it a sense of desperation and longing.

"Isadora, where are you?" I yelled out, my voice carried away by the wind. "Please, come back to me. I need my baby."

But there was no response, only the echo of my own voice bouncing back at me. The wilderness seemed to swallow her up, leaving me in a state of anguish and despair.

As the night fell, I knew that I couldn't give up. I would search for her, no matter how long it took. I would tear through the darkness, face every danger, and climb every mountain if it meant finding her.

With a renewed sense of determination, I turned away from the cliff and headed back to my men. "We keep looking," I said firmly. "You don't stop until we find her."

The command echoed through the air like thunder, sending a shockwave of urgency through the entire pack. The desperation in my voice was evident as I turned to Victor, my beta and second in command.

"Victor, we need the best trackers this city has to offer," I declared, the urgency in my voice palpable. "I want every capable werewolf on the hunt for Isadora. No expense spared. She is out there somewhere, and we cannot afford to lose her. Bring her back to me, alive and in one piece!"

Victor's eyes widened in understanding, recognizing the gravity of the situation. "Consider it done, Alpha," he replied with unwavering loyalty. "I'll gather the most skilled trackers in the city, and we'll bring her back to you."

"Alive and in one piece," I emphasized, my voice firm. "Anyone who successfully brings her back unharmed will receive a reward fit for the legends: one hundred gold bars!"

The excitement rippled through the packs as the word spread. A single gold bar was enough to turn even the most indifferent werewolf into a relentless hunter. Golden bars, the stuff of dreams, each worth a fortune in their own right. The mere thought of possessing such wealth sent a thrill through every werewolf's veins.

The city buzzed with the hype of the manhunt, and soon, the most skilled and ruthless trackers were assembled, eager to claim the legendary prize. They were fierce, cunning, and determined, each one believing that they would be the one to bring Isadora back to me.

The best trackers in the city were summoned, each one renowned for their skills in finding even the most elusive of prey. They gathered around Victor, their eyes gleaming with anticipation, eager to prove their worth and claim the coveted prize.

With the scent of Isadora still fresh in the air, the trackers set off, their senses honed and their determination unwavering. They left no stone unturned, following every trail and scouring every inch of the city. The hunt was on, and the city became a playground for their skills and expertise.

As they set out into the wilderness, the hunt took on a life of its own. Rumors of the legendary reward spread like wildfire, drawing even more attention and interest. It was a competition of wits and strength, a race against time to find the elusive Luna.

The city's atmosphere crackled with anticipation, each werewolf driven by the allure of the reward and the desire to prove themselves worthy of such wealth. The streets were abuzz with talk of the hunt, with everyone speculating on who would be the one to claim the golden bars.

Meanwhile, I paced back and forth, my heart torn between fear and hope. The throne, the power, none of it mattered if I couldn't have Isadora by my side. She was the missing piece in my life, the one who is carrying my heir. Without an heir to succeed me, I'll never be crowned king.

As the night stretched on, the city remained alive with the hunt. The air crackled with energy, the promise of the grand reward fueling their determination.

The moon shone down on us with a haunting glow, mocking our futile efforts. Every second that passed felt like an eternity, each minute without Isadora sending shockwaves of panic through my soul.

"She can't be far!" I yelled, my frustration boiling over. "Search every inch of this wilderness! I want her found, and I want her found now!"

The wind howled around us like a chorus of wailing spirits, as if even the elements mourned the loss of Isadora. My heart pounded in my chest, and every beat echoed her name. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions - fear, regret, anger, and love, all clashing in a chaotic symphony.

Find her, or you'll have me to answer to!" I warned my men, my eyes blazing with an intensity that matched the fire within my soul.

We pushed on, driven by a fierce determination and the adrenaline that surged through our veins. The darkness of the night seemed to stretch on forever, but I refused to succumb to despair. Isadora had to be out there, somewhere, and I couldn't rest until she was safe in my arms again.

"Isadora!" I shouted, my voice echoing through the trees. "Please, come back to me! I can't live without you. I need you!"

With every step, my desperation grew, and the thought of losing my throne paled in comparison to the thought of losing her. Isadora was my heart, my soul, and the love of my life. Losing her meant losing everything.

Suddenly, a glimmer of hope appeared in the distance. A faint trail of her golden wristwatch on the floor, a sign that Isadora had been there. My heart soared with anticipation, and I urged my men to follow the trail with renewed vigor.

"We're getting closer!" I cried, my voice cracking with emotion. "Keep going!"

As we closed in on the trail, I could feel Isadora's presence, like a magnetic force pulling me towards her. My heart raced, and a mix of fear and relief washed over me. My heart beating uncontrollably like a mad beast threatening to escape its cage.