Alpha's Runaway Mate

Unknown Connection

18

Maximus

The anguish in my chest smouldered for years. Killing me every time I tried to breathe without her, without my mate. Four tormenting years had passed by us but it still felt like yesterday when I caged her in my arms and we had our first intimate moments. If only I knew she would disappear the same day, I wouldn't have let her leave the room. Fuck, I would have trapped her under me forever.

Now I was left with nothing but to fuck these whore to kill the emptiness inside me.

I turned the world upside down for her, went to the lengths of this planet to bring her back but only did it help me a little. Another frustrating fact was that I didn't remember her face after the accident I met with while searching for her. Fuck I didn't even remember the first letter of her name. Just her scent keeping me alive. Those sweet coconut mixed with fresh roses. I had that fragrance unfurling in every square-inch of my room. Her memories were what kept me going otherwise I would have gone psychotic due to loneliness and this pain of heartache.

I lit a cigarette and let the smoke out as I sat on the couch and stared at the wall of this hotel room. My black unbuttoned shirt displaying my bare chest. I tipped my head back as the red-head hooker stepped out of the bathroom and sashayed toward me, subsequently kneeling before my legs. I raised my eyebrow in a dare. For some reason, I hated women with red-heads, it was just awful to my eyes and taste of choice.

"I wonder if another head can break the ice," She winked and tried to part my legs with her hands. I scowled as rage flashed in my eyes. Furious, I leaned forward and pinched her chin in a painful grip.

"Didn't I mention I hate bold whores? Your job is done." I growled in her face, causing her the spark in her eyes to douse. I produced my wallet and throw cash on the floor without caring to count, "Take your money and fuck off,"

She rolled her eyes, picked the money and took to her feet. I closed my eyes to battle with the sudden hollowness expanding in my chest. My emotions were switching from being horny to being in pain of disloyalty. I wasn't quite getting it. The hooker's heated gaze was laying on my chest while she wore her coat.

"If you change your mind, you know where to find me," Her migraine-inducing voice fell in my ears, causing my mouth to twitch. Thankfully, she left the room and let me be on my own. Sighing, I opened my eyes and stood up to pick my phone to fetch the details of human contractors. I remembered our first meeting by the river. She gradually confessed she was hiding from people who sold humans to other species. Those people could be my breakthrough. I was searching high and low for them but those fuckers went underground because some victims escaped them and filed complaint to the authority. It had been becoming almost impossible to hunt them down but I wasn't backing down, I swore to bring them to the forefront.

"Any clue on the contractors?" I texted Mason, a human detective who had worked for the secret intelligence companies and now running private business.

"They were hiding in the west coast of Burin town a few days ago. I checked the place, they left no clues. A few connections disclosed they are going pretty ugly in handling the girls, most of them are turning against them. It's hard to transfer them from one place to another," Mason replied back just in seconds. I read the message with an annoyed frown on my face. These motherfuckers were still good in their game. No wonder they sustained the business longer than it was expected. Grooming girls from a young age to turn them into practical slaves, it must've taken them a lot of effort. Ah, I give them that.

"Any victim escaped?" The question brought a gloomy air around me. It took me back to her, remembering her quivering voice whenever she talked about these monsters. It was a struggle to take her out of that miserable state. Years of building trust took us to a healthy connection.