The Girl Who Changed The Alpha's Life (UNDER MAJOR CONSTRUCTION)

Chapter 11

EDITED.

(Zeke's POV):

I struggled going back to sleep last night. So much has changed since that afternoon where Avery and I were having our smoothies and buying things we didn't need at the mall. It wasn't but 24 hours ago, but I feel like it was months ago. It was such a carefree day, but then things came collapsing down on both of us. My past. The cheating. Dylan. Her past.

Not having Avery beside me made me feel cold. My body layered in goosebumps, I tossed and turned all night. Even with patrols directly guarding Avery's house, I still felt on edge. 

After walking Avery home and informing her parents of the situation, I called for several trackers and warriors to guard her home in shifts. It made me feel somewhat more secure and in control of Avery's safety, but when I went to sleep, I couldn't help but think of all the possibilities without me there and a claim on Avery. 

But all of this is my own fault. Avery's life is in danger because I haven't been doing my job as an alpha and putting a stop to the trespassing of my land. My desire for some "stress relief" over a problem I wasn't handling only put Avery in more danger last night. I was thinking about myself, not taking into account what my actions would do to Avery. 

The sight of Avery's hands being held to the ground, Dylan hovering over her and preparing to touch her infuriated me. It set me into a rage. A storm of anger flooded my veins, and the thought that Avery endured this for years erupted a fire in my stomach. How dare that piece of shit touch her? How dare he?

But I allowed him to. I wasn't doing my job. I was so entranced by Avery that I wasn't protecting her or my pack from the invaders.

Standing in front of my mirror, I look into my eyes.

They look lifeless because she isn't beside me. 

Empty because she isn't safe. 

Dead because it's all my fault.

My fist balls up, and I smash the glass. It shatters to the floor, and small cuts begin to bleed on my knuckles. 

I yell out, anger coursing through me.

I need to fix the problem now. I need to make Avery safe, and fix things between us while doing it.

She's likely at school already, Charles by her side. Watching her, keeping her safe. It should be me, but I haven't been good to her. To my pack. To anyone.

I kick the cracked pieces of the mirror on the floor.

I need to see Mac and Jacob now. We need to stop Dylan, and whatever plans he has.

~~~

Sitting in my office in the pack house, Mac and Jacob are assembled across from me. We've been talking over the issue for an hour already, and I'm ready to wrap things up.

"We need alpha Garrett's help. His pack has professional trackers, and they may be able to fully recover the scents being covered to locate the recruits," Jacob comments, his hand running through his hair.

"That may be a good idea," I respond. "How long do you think it will take them to find the central camp? Dylan certainly can't be coming from Florida every night to check up on them, and he's likely there."

"That could easily take up to a month or two," Mac remarks. "With how well they're concealing their scents, it won't be an easy job."

I nod and jot it down. It certainly won't be easy, and that's exactly what I'm worried about. I'm not sure when Dylan will make his next appearance, and we need to find the camp fast, before he does. If we get the camp, we can get some information out of the recruits that could indicate what Dylan's plans are, and even find the slimy creep himself.