Railed By The Alpha

Chapter 58

Chapter 58

"I need to know where Christopher is. He hasn't been here in days and there are a few issues he needs to handle. I cannot reach him through his phone and the only way I can find out his location is through you," Pietro started while circling me.

I gave him an odd stare while shaking my head. "How?" Suddenly, my mildly tranquil expression wore off as I came to the realization of what he wanted from me.

"Michael here has a little trick up his sleeve." Pietro placed both hands on my shoulders while grinning behind me. "Don't worry, it's only going to hurt a little."

My lips lined straight. "You're not serious?" I turned around.

A few moments later, Michael walked through the front door, all prepared to set my brain on fire. Was it even possible? I didn't know Christopher's location. Nor did I have any clue of where he'd be. I was just as clueless as everyone else.

"I'm serious." Pietro turned me to face Michael once more. "You share a bond with Christy and now that you two have mated and wrecked the sheets, your souls are tied, meaning Michael can tap into the bond to find out if he's alive or dead. That's all I really want to know." He shrugged with only minimal tension on his face.

"Why do you think he'd be dead?" My eyes widened a little.

"Just guessing..."

I didn't think too much about it. My eyes fluttered shut and as much as the past week had been agonizing, it was much worse to know that Christopher had been missing all this time while I was cursing at him for not contacting me.

Now, I felt terrible.

Michael planted his hands on either side of my head while Pietro tightened his hold over my shoulders. Just then, I became aware of the pain that was going to tear through me.

"You'll be unconscious for a couple of minutes. Don't try to wake up and don't panic at all. It's the only way I'll be able to tap into the mating bond," Michael said above me, his voice deep and terrifying.

I squirmed a little as the tips of his fingers spread through my scalp before he murmured something to himself. I couldn't hear what it was. The words, the language, it was hard to understand.

Just as he finished, my body dropped to the ground. Immense pain split my head in half. My throat became constricted. Everything within me painfully burned as if I was set on fire. It was gruesome but only last for barely a minute.

I rose from the ground, gasping for air. My chest rose and dropped as I looked up at Michael who had found out Christopher's whereabouts and so had I. It appeared like flashes in my mind, of him and of the witch that had taken me earlier. He wasn't hurt in any way, but something was wrong.

"He's with the witches," Michael announced.

"What witches?" Pietro was fuming at the information. "Selene? Why would he be with her? He despises her. Is that where he has been?"

I shuffled back and forth, my heart racing.

"I think someone's missed out a few details..." Michael trailed off, his questioning glare on me.

"What details?"

Words barely escaped my throat. This was because of me. Christopher had been gone ever since the witches had returned me. Something happened while I was there, something I wasn't aware of. All this while, I thought the witches had just tossed me home because they got what they needed—my blood—and deemed me useless after it.

But I was wrong.

In the silence, Michael explained what he'd seen in my thoughts. "Selene took her first. Last week, after the party, the witches took her, and they took her blood as well."

Pietro turned his attention to me, and his brows furrowed. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"I-I didn't think it was significant. They just took my blood and let me go and it made me believe that was all they wanted. I didn't want to poke the bear, so I didn't tell anyone." I ran my hands through my burning head while realizing the stupid mistake I had made. "I put him in trouble, didn't I?" Worry creased all over my face.

"Dammit." Pietro pulled out his phone while his eyes darkened. My thoughts raced. "Christopher must've exchanged himself in return for you. They sent you home because they got exactly what they wanted—the Alpha," he growled to himself while dialing a number on his phone. "The witches had taken him once and everyone knows how that turned out. It's not happening again."

From the vision Michael had shown me, the witches had taken away Christopher's wolf brutally all those years ago. What could they possibly take from him now?

"I need the exact coordinates of the witches," he said to Michael before his eyes snapped to mine. "And for your safety, you're not leaving this place."

I nodded, agreeing with him before he got on a call with someone named Walter. It was a familiar name, but I couldn't pinpoint where I had heard it.

Hours passed by quickly. I was surrounded with books from the library in the residence and while some of my thoughts diverted, I couldn't entirely stop thinking about Christopher. There hadn't been an update yet. It kept me on edge. Upon calling him, the call went straight to voicemail. Any message I dropped to him; he didn't respond, even when he'd received it.

It was odd.

My mind was spinning with a hundred questions. What were the witches going to do with him? And if they were planning to do something, why hadn't they done it? From the vision Michael forced me to see, Christopher was unharmed. He wasn't in any sort of pain, which relieved me in a way.

But if they weren't hurting him, what were they doing?

I tossed the book aside when I heard someone enter the library. Turning around, I found Pietro walking in with a familiar man I had seen with Christopher once, outside of the town.

"Do you have any information to where the witches had taken you?" the man questioned me, stepping forward.

"This is Walter, Christopher's second in command and he's a little sharper on these matters," Pietro said, standing tall above me as I remained seated on the couch. "The coordinates led nowhere. It's a dead end. Michael couldn't get any more information, therefore he suggested we come to you since you were taken by the witches earlier."

I forced myself to revisit the day the witches had taken me. The entire journey was a blur—I was surely unconscious, but I did remember where I woke up.

"It was a lodge—or maybe a cabin in the woods. There were two witches, both similar and one of them was named Selene. I can't remember anything else," I responded with a shrug. I had barely been conscious for more than thirty minutes there. It was all I could tell.

"That could be something. We'll have someone scour the area for any cabins," he said, turning to the man beside him.

In the distance, we all heard a voice, an engine roaring. A slow breath escaped my throat. My brows furrowed as I stood up straight. "I don't think you need to look anywhere," I whispered as the loud sound of the car engine tore across the silence inside the library.

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