Runaway Rogue

Chapter Thirty Two: Caspian's POV

"Okay, so here is our game plan: you and I are going to pay Bentley a visit. We will take a couple warriors with us, just as a show of force. At the very least, we need to be able to get out of there safely if things turn sour. We will also pull a couple guards to stay around your house. The place reeks of rogues now so we are going to prevent anyone from going in or out."

Caspian folded his arms over his chest, watching his alpha get ready in the comfort of his own home. Currently, in Caspian's home, there were three loud women who were cleaning up the remnants of a slumber party of sorts. It had to have been the strangest girls' night he ever witnessed, nothing like TV shows would lead him to believe. Far more tears and trauma.

"Sasha is not going to like being told that she has to stay here," Caspian warned.

"Tough," Forest said. "If she wants to keep her head attached to her shoulders her options are to stay in the house and hear whatever we find out from Bentley or she can leave now and be ignorant to what we find out. Those are her options. We can't protect her if we aren't even on the packlands."

"She ruffles you, doesn't she?" Caspian teased. "Or maybe you have just been more ruffled lately. Anything you want to share?"

Forest glanced away. "No, but we should get moving. Every second that we don't get this handled is a risk."

Caspian couldn't argue with that. The two of them put on jackets and braved the November weather side by side, three of their best men and women trailing at a reasonable distance. The silence was heavy and Caspian hated it, wished he could nervously ramble to Forest, but with all the risk at hand, it was better to remain quiet.

Bentley's own warriors slowly started to appear in the woods, alerted by the sound of boots crunching over snow. They didn't say a word, familiar enough with Caspian and Forest to just fall in line behind them. The group of five slowly picked up others, evolving into seven, then nine, and about fifteen by the time they ended up at Bentley's door.

Caspian prayed this went well because they were sorely outnumbered here. But he wasn't a fool. Bentley had his own pack to look out for and Andrew was not a man anyone wanted to cross. He couldn't blame any alpha wanting to protect their own.

"You know I am perfectly happy to receive emails and phone calls," Bentley said with an exaggerated yawn as he stepped outside of his home.

"This is not something that is suitable for a phone call," Forest said flatly.

Bentley assessed them both for a moment before shrugging and stepping back into his house. "Then by all means, come in. Your little gang there is more than welcome to stop in at the cafe and grab something to warm up."

Caspian followed Forest into the alpha's home.

Bentley gestured to the sitting room at the front of the house so they could sit by the massive windows. It was too tense for anyone to get comfortable.

"I'm assuming you're here because of the email that was sent out about Andrew's missing mate," Bentley announced.

Caspian barely withheld a snarl as Forest replied, "Yes."

"You stealing people's mates?" Bentely asked, turning to Caspian.

"She is my mate," Caspian hissed. "Not his."

"Interesting, because I'm almost certain that if I asked him, he would tell me the same thing. And to be incredibly frank, Indigo didn't seem all that happy with you."

Caspian was about to snap back, his temper flaring when Forest raised a hand to him, effectively silencing his protests. "Caspian would never and even if he did, you know I would never allow it. Mate bonds are sacred. And you saw all those marks on her neck, marks that surely couldn't have all been from the time she has been with us."