You Rejected Me Alpha, Remember?

Chapter 066

  Chapter 066
 
 
 
 
   Logan's point of view
 
 
 
   I freed Lisa when I was sure she has been sired only to my will, then I contacted my father. I might have told Myra what I thought was the reason for our past, but I also needed to confront him.
 
 
   I appeared where he was, and he was in his new office. They've shifted residence from our old pack into a remote location far from the Alpha King's knowledge.
 
 
   He pushed aside what he was doing as soon as he saw me, thrusted his chair so he could stand up and come close.
 
 
   "You really should consider getting a phone, whatever you have to say could have been discussed over a mobile. No need for a spiritual junction," he condemned as he arrived in front of me. However, I wasn't in the mood to relish his humor.
 
 
   "You knew I was mated to Myra, you knew so well how much I've always loved her. Then suddenly, I began to hate her, I hated her gut, I hated her through and through. I know it wasn't ordinary, it was out of the blue. So tell me now father, do you have anything to do with the sudden hatred that shrouded the heart I had for Myra?" I went straight to the point. I'd came in with a grumpy face, that should hint that I wasn't here to chit-chat and rather get some truths.
 
 
   My father is a callous man, a selfish one also. I'm ashamed he's my father, and more ashamed that I love him. He's very protective of us, and regardless of his twisted conducts loved us unconditionally. He was like my best friend growing up, we were close so everytime he did something bad, I always had to justify his actions for good in my head.
 
 
   However, I couldn't do that forever. At a point, I realized the kind of man my father is. He only loves his loved ones, the rest doesn't matter to him. And that's a diabolical way to think.
 
 
   "Why? What happened? Why would you think such?" His brows dragged into his forehead as he morphed a suspicious face, "Logan are you okay?"
 
 
   "Dad I know how you worked with a psychic witch to wipe the memories of Myra's parents. I just never told you, I excused the deed in my mind then that you needed to that to protect us and yourself, they could have come back for you and possibly tried to kill you. And that wasn't the only thing I've seen you done, I've excused a lot of your bad deeds that when I think about now, it shows me just how unrighteous you are." I've never attacked him like this, so I kind of expected the look on his face.
 
 
   The only time I ever called him out was when he tried to oppose my decision to go after Myra then, and when he wouldn't back down on putting all the blame on her. I needed to stage a stance and backed it with vital points.
 
 
   He never knew I'm aware of this particular action I've accused him of. I am a very observant kid growing up, my eyes are everywhere. I could read a situation from people's emotions, and could tell a story from their expressions.
 
 
   That should have been the hints that mom's psychic abilities would pass on to me, not Dahlia. She's more impulsive, wild, and desperate for freedom. She went to study with the humans, and got obsessed with their lifestyle. Since then, she wouldn't return home, and occasionally comes home.
 
 
   The last time she came was because of my coronation, and she needed to stay with my father to help him run the back. Till now she's still with him, but heavily laments on how much she's missed her life back at the city.
 
 
   "I've done a lot of bad things I can't change, Son," he fessed up after a long course of silence, his steps retracted and took him backward till his waist touched his desk. He leaned over and crossed his arms over his chest. "A lot of things I'm not proud, things I've come to regret ever since I lost your mother." His voice had also gone soft, as well as his head lowered in what I see as shame.
 
 
   "I can't begin to tell you how sorry I am for ever trying to change your destiny, I thought it was the right thing to do. That it was to save you. Myra is an omega, a fate her could spell the doom of our lives as we know it, but I was wrong, and it was more wrong of me to try and change your fate with her," he said, all while his head remains lowered.
 
 
   "But dad did you ever do something to me that made me hate Myra all of a sudden?" Cause he's talking as if he had a hand in it, and that would really hurt to hear.
 
 
   "No, never, I did not. All I did was spoke to you about her, and I thought you listened to me. I'm apologizing for telling you to never love your mate, to discard an important part of you. I recall it was my plan for us to sacrifice this girl on her eighteenth birthday. That's what I'm sorry for, and I believe my words were why you acted the way you acted or was it not?" He's now looking at me, confused as much as I am.
 
 
   "You can't blame me," I responded, "You hated her, not me, and with so many I've seen you done, I thought maybe this would not be beyond you."
 
 
   "I will be lying if I said that doesn't hurt me, but it's for the better. I don't have a hand in whatever juju you think is affecting you and your mate, what I'm worried about is Deena's whereabouts. You said she left, but she hasn't came back home since the both of you left. It's only fair to assume something that has went wrong with her safety,"
 
 
   More confusion seared into my face. Where could Deena disappear into? And why would she not communicate with anybody?
 
 
   Granted I lack the means to respond to any ways she could've reached out, still that's not an excuse to not try other ways. She could have called home, leave down a message for them to get to me.
 
 
   And now I have to telepathically search for her, hopefully she's alright and perhaps back in the human's circle.
 
 
   "I'll get back to you on that, I should quickly go work on it," I told my father as I cut off our connection.
 
 
   My body was instantly pulled back to the physical realm where I sat down in a monk's position. I didn't bother to stand up, there's one more task I needed to complete.
 
 
   I began my search for Deena, we shared a lot of memories, a connected past or history. Searching for her should be easy, and knowing where she is shouldn't be a hard crack.
 
 
   Unfortunately, I've spent minutes already and nothing was coming up. It was as if she doesn't exist, there was nothing of her to trace.
 
 
   "That's weird," I mouthed audibly. I decided to give it one more try, perhaps I tugged on a loose connection and searched where I shouldn't.
 
 
   I picked on the most sentimental moment we've shared, used it strings as a guide as it ran long and wide to locate wherever she is.
 
 
   The silver strings ran for quite sometime and never stopped until after some minutes. If Deena existed, the strings should have found her and locked on her for me to stage a telepathic presence in the area. However, the strings never found her.
 
 
   It's either two things, one is she doesn't exist so I cannot detect her on both the astral and mortal plane, or she's build up a resistance or an immunity to any psychic reach.
 
 
   My gut went after the latter.

Author's Note: Anticipate the next chapter in few hours.