Triple Alpha's Threat

Ch. 38 - Despair

Drake POV

Upon returning from the South, I retreated to my small cottage I built in the forest when my brothers and I renovated our pack house ten years ago.

Each of us designed our section to our liking—mine, a medieval haven with dark colors and magic; Chase's, a sporty, bright space; and River's, a sophisticated area filled with antiques and gold.

My largest room in the packhouse was the library. I read at least a book a day. Not those stupid fictional tales, but stories of our past. Legends and myths that people before us claim to be true. There was an insatiable need within me to grasp our history, as if it held the key to my future.

The day I discovered my childhood girlfriend, Jasmine, betrayed me, I plunged into the depths of the past. I sought to unravel the mysteries of the dark forest's magic, understand the motivations behind heinous acts driven by the thirst for power, and uncover answers about my mother and sisters. In this pursuit, I lost touch with my current life and desires.

That was until I caught her scent. Kiera awakened something within me that I had locked away for years, and I was determined not to let it resurface.

Encountering that ghost in the South stirred my curiosity too. I became consumed by the need to understand her life and its tragic demise. Was it her husband's betrayal, or another power-hungry Alpha? Unfortunately, my collection lacked sufficient books from the South.

River maintained a substantial collection, aiming to uncover their weaknesses, while my objective was simply to eliminate them all. Chase's library was of no interest to me, as it contained books focused on sports, tricks, and mostly porn. I doubt he had ever read a real book in his life.

Navigating through the main hall of our packhouse, I approached the door leading to River's section. It was at this pivotal moment that the air around me thickened with the tantalizing scent I yearned to have for the rest of my life.

In response, a low growl rumbled through me knowing her presence was near. Perhaps she lurked nearby, concealed and awaiting for the right moment to strike. However, the notion that Kiera would be foolish enough to challenge us directly seemed implausible. The growl escaped as a warning, a proclamation that, regardless of her intentions, she treaded on dangerous ground.

I traced the enticing scent, leading me to our state of the art medical clinic. Though we were fast healers, silver and wolfsbane posed real threats, capable of rendering us vulnerable. Which is why we had the most advanced and best care than any other pack.

Inside, I discovered a room saturated with her essence. My rough exterior melted as my face pressed against the bed, shamelessly rubbing myself on the sheets like a fool. I didn't give a damn about looking pathetic; my mate had laid here, and her lingering scent enveloped me, igniting a visceral pleasure. I yearned for my little demon wolf.

Shaking my head to dispel the wild images threatening to consume me, I stood. The memory of how I possessed her body and the desires to feel her again surged, but I needed to stay focused. Kiera can't be trusted and I certainly can't take her body again. One night with that damn temptress and I was a mess.

Leaving the room, I set out to trace her scent once more. Suddenly, her voice echoed in my ears, and I sprinted towards it. Another voice, a male's, mingled with hers, and the tone sounded infuriated. Rationality and logic abandoned me as my sole focus became protecting her.

Bursting through Chase's door into his domain, the voices fell silent, replaced by the echoes of fleeing footsteps. Turning the corner, I found Chase with one of his guards pinned against the wall.

Pausing for a moment, I listened to Chase's threats against the guard who had dared to touch Kiera. That damn idiot knew she was here, and I vowed one day I would break his little neck for being so careless.