Alpha's Runaway Mate

Running Short

23

Maximus

I rocked my fist in the wall and chucked the whole drink down my throat while glaring at children playing in the ground. My red-rimmed eyes burning fires at the kids as my body bore the bulks of flaming shivers. The irritation I was feeling because of them. This time I didn't feel a numbing ache in my chest seeing those kids play, this time it was rage, a destructive storm of rage that was willing to tear those kids apart because they constantly reminded me of her. It was the first time in the length of four years when I truly resented my mate. How pathetic she had made my life. That woman I was supposed to spend my whole life with left me on the first chance she'd gotten and here I was bearing her action's consequences without being able to do anything about it. If only she had been here, I would have been officially recognised as a senior chancellor by now, no one could have dared to question my credibility, I would have been seen as the most accomplished and eligible Alpha to lead the council. She had no idea how her disappearance affected my professional, political and personal life. I had the future of my pack on line. Without her, my life had become a complete hell on earth.

I averted my seething eyes from them and walked to the oak table that had liquor waiting for me. Picking the half-emptied bottle up, I was filling my glass when the door of my study was knocked. A single sniff and I realised my sister was standing outside in hope to see me whine and console my ass. I put the bottle down in its place and leaned back on the table with my left hand supporting me. Katrina knocked the second time but didn't wait for my approval to grant her permission.

She peeked inside the slightly opened door and glanced around the room. Her searching eyes instantly steadied on me. That way she made her way in and shut the door behind her. Her eyes annoyingly warm. By the way she was looking at me, I could tell she was also pitying me like I was some lone wolf regretting my existence. I couldn't begin to tell how much I abhorred such looks. I was not pitiable. I would never put myself in any vulnerable picture in front of anyone.

I gulped the whole drink in two sips, not caring how it burned my throat.

"Easy there, brother. We will figure out a way," Katrina stepped ahead with her hands forward at me. I glared at her hands with a hateful look.

"Did I ask for your help?" I eyed her curtly. "I don't need your help." I declared and turned around to hide my frustration brewing on my feature.

"I know you got this and I didn't mean to offend you. I...I just came to check up on you, to see if you need me as your sister," She initiated in a small tone that too vexed me.

"I am fine, Katrina, a grown ass adult can handle such shits," I slammed the glass on the table and cracked my neck before removing my cufflinks.

"I am sure you can but for me you are my elder brother first and your pain is my pain," I felt her hand on my left shoulder and that made me sigh heavily. "I know their words have hurt you," Hurt? They killed me all at once. To be called a mateless pitiable wolf was no less than putting a dagger in my heart.

"I am fine, Katrina." I said, certainly.

"You don't have to hide it from me, Max. Just know that I am here to help you, I can't see you in pain like this," Her humble conviction turned me around to face her.

"What are you gonna do, huh? Pity me like everyone else does?" I let my frustration be visible. Her sweet coaxing wasn't soothing me in any way.

"No but I can try to help you find her," She cradled my face like I was some baby. She had been egging me to let her help me through her witchy friend. I was least interested in getting involved in superstitious activities once again. I once got help from witches and they came to know that my mate's friend was related to witches and helped her escape through witchcraft. I left no stone unturned in finding Vanessa and the witches that were helping her, but they vanished like they never existed. There were no witches I left behind in the span of two years but then I lost hope in them. I concluded they were only playing with my feelings for my money and power.