Alpha's Runaway Mate

Pastry Chef On Duty

21

Maximus

I closed my eyes to ease the ache that was brewing in my chest for the past few days. I had no logical explanation for the pain that kept me awake at night. I could feel the sense of dread but couldn't quite understand what I was so afraid to lose when I had already lost everything, my mate, my peace, my future. What more could possibly go wrong. The plane suffered a turbulence and jolted me to open my eyes to a smiley stress ball that one of my pack members' daughter gifted me. She believed squeezing it over and over again could make me happy again. What she actually meant was me to release my anger on the poor smiley ball and be happy, but how could I make a six-year-old understand what could make me happy dumped me years ago.

Every moment of these past four years had me thinking of her. I often snapped myself wondering how she would be doing right now? Where could she be hiding? What if she had started a family already? What did I do to earn her ignorance towards me? As far as I remember, I was always loving towards her, she had always witnessed my good side—except one or two times. But still, it wasn't fair to punish me this ruthlessly. If she had left me after bidding goodbye, that might have not hurt like the way it was. But she left without saying a word. In fact, she left me after giving me the most beautiful night of my life. Wasn't that cruel?

"Alpha, will you change?" Callum pointed at my clothes while taking a corner seat. I sighed and gave myself a once-over. I was wearing a maroon shirt and beige pants which, according to the traditions, wasn't a formal dress to wear at a mating ceremony.

"How far are we?" I asked, rubbing my thumb against the ball to keep my jealousy at bay. Attending mating ceremonies had been the hardest labour for me, though I only attended a few. I was in no mood to attend this one and I definitely wouldn't have journeyed a plane if it wasn't for my fast friend. We went to the same school and he wasn't taking a no for an answer.

"We are almost preparing to land in twenty minutes, I think you should get changed," He replied in his usual warm tone. The man was wearing all-black suit with soft brown eyes and silky brown hair. He was killing at his finest.

"Looks like someone is gonna score a number, sniper," I commented while unbuckling my belt. Women would be all over him.

"I am still second to your charm, my Alpha," He winked at me with a smirk and I clapped his shoulder while passing through him to another cabin. Weddings were not my favourite events to attend and that would stay that way until it would be mine with my mate.

No matter how long it would take. I wasn't going to rest in my grave until I found her.

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Mirabel

My eyes were fixated outside the window at the misty clouds. Sevyn's question kept revolving in my head like a parrot. It wasn't easy to be a single parent with no trace of the man who gave me these children. My heart was weeping blood tears, the ache was too much to bear. I could take the hurt but it wasn't fair with the kids. It was so evident Sevyn craved a fatherly presence in her hard times. Albert was there to offer her his warmth but only a mother could understand her child's need. This feeling of helplessness was wrecking me alive.

An oppressing aura clouded around me and to ward it off, I wrapped my hands around my chest to shield my heart. I was already missing my kiddos. It would be my first time being miles away from them. Every time I closed my eyes I heard my babies already weeping for me to come back. Oh God, how was I going to live six months away from them?

I hissed when suddenly the bruise on my neck itched. I rubbed it soothe down but the itch was picking on notches as if it conveyed to me my feelings were true. Over some time it got normal and to keep myself sane, I chose to take a nap.