An Alphas Possession

Chapter 18

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My heart goes into overdrive as I jolt awake from the sound of the door hitting against the wall; still remaining on its worn-out, rusted hinges. Two buff looking men walk in, both wearing solemn expressions. My eyes blink constantly, trying to get rid of the sleep haze blocking my vision. Hands clasp around my wrists, pulling them out of the restraints. "Get up." His command made no sense as it went through one ear and out the other. They drag me off the bed making me fall to the floor on my hands and knees. They grab my shoulder and forearm, pulling me up and out of the room.

"Where are you taking me?" I inquire with a hoarse voice but get no response.

I'm now wide awake and examine the halls they drag me down. Using all of my energy, I try to pry my hands out of the death grip they have them to no avail. But that does not stop me from trying. I grunt and groan, push and pull, twist and turn every limb but this only has them stop; trying to contain my fit. Pain hits me like a baseball bat to its ball right in my stomach. All the air is knocked out of my lungs when I realize what had happened. The man had just punched me. "Next time I won't go so easy on you." One of them speaks lowly to me. I glare up at him and thing to myself—how can someone be so cruel? What had they gone through to get to that extreme? I feel sorry for the guy. 

"What is it that had you end up here, hmm? Drunken mother? Abusive father? Disapproving siblings? Or were you too much of a coward to face life and ran away from home and ended up in a hopeless place. I bet you were bu-" I wasn't able to complete my sentence when my back was slammed against the wall and a hand wrapped around my neck, tightly. My hands began clawing at the arm on my neck. His dark stormy eyes peered into my soul, his breath fanned against my neck in quick pants.

"You really know how to piss people off. So how about you keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut before I do it for you. And it won't be the same way the man does it in those romance novels." He all but growled. My head began to spin. I was almost sure that I was going to die of suffocation but before I could he dropped me to the floor, gasping for air. They pulled me up and continued their leading me down the hall.

If only Felix had met someone different a month ago all of this wouldn't be happening. Dread seeps into me. What if this was meant to happen for a reason? Maybe if people like me weren't so narrow minded they'd see the whole picture. This doesn't make any sense. The ones holding me captive are here for vengeance over their loved ones, but neither Felix nor Silos had anything to do with their deaths; considering that Felix was too busy with my idiocy and Silos is too loyal to kill his people.

Then who would kill people they don't know just for the heck of it. I'm sure Silos has a handful of enemies but wouldn't that be obvious for the rest of his 'family'? Why would they just assume that it was the kingdoms fault?
My breath hitches in my throat and I freeze in my spot as gears continue to work in a more rapid pace. I don't have time to dwell on it as I'm pushed to the floor and dragged about once again.

After a minute of sulking in pain as I was tossed around clumsily, we finally reached our destination. We had long passed the hallways and out into the woods, now standing a few feet from what seemed to be a safe house? Leaves and twigs covered the small hut, submerging it in the likes of the forest.

I don't get to admire the way the vines twist around the door and windows. I'm shoved through the door and on down onto a chair. Fluidly they tied my hands together using rope tightly. Its rough texture already scraping at my wrists. Looking up, my eyes squint but widen ever so slightly at what I see. Over about 30 people stand close as to have enough room for everyone, but that's not all. From my seated position I can notice heads standing outside the house, some hanging from trees, others guarding the doors in wolf form. And the worst part about this isn't how I'm out numbered but that they're all staring at me like they're ready to rip me to shreds.

May the Goddess be with me...?

Federico suddenly walk out of the group wearing nothing but cargo pants; muscles on display. Face solemn. Back stiff. Eyes focused. "We meet again." His voice slaps me in the face with a calmness so eerie. He spreads his arms as he were displaying his wings. "You see all of these people—they're here to help us in the war." I sit up.

"War?" I whisper, looking down to the floor blinking repeatedly. This shouldn't be happening. Wars never end well and all they do is shed blood—and for what? A matter that could be resolved by talking it out. Maybe in this case it's more than talking/ But still. Not to the extent of a war. He takes a few steps forward.

"War. Battle. Brawl. You can link it to whatever word of evil you can think of. Despicable. Evil. Monsters. This life isn't so wonderful outside that little castle you've got there. This is vengeance to serve the people murdered by the kingdom!" The room is so silent, a pin drop could be heard.

"Do you have proof..." the tone of my voice is soft as to not trigger any anger from those with the power. I lift my head up to see him surprised with my answer.

"We don't need proof! Our people died because of—" I cut him off, my voice louder this time.

"If you don't have evidence then there is nothing you have to pin against the kingdom." He remains silent. Everyone look at each other. Shuffling and whispers fill the room. I straighten myself in the chair. "How could you blame it on the man who had given his word and loyalty to all of you? He started this pack. He brought all of you together and you think that because he has ties to me he's the one behind those attacks?" Federico growls.

"Who else could it be?! We've been trained so well. The only people with an ability to pass our senses could be the royal guards. And how would they know where we were at?!"

"Did you ever consider that it was an outsider who was behind it?" He furrows his brows and I roll my eyes. "You're kidding right? You never thought that it could be someone else." He goes to cut me off but I continue, "Silos has been spending time with me trying to get me to trust him and let him in. He wants to be a part of my life. As for the two dorks I call my mates, they've been fighting with each other for me. I'm a hundred and one percent sure that it wasn't them who initiated any attacks on anyone. If the kingdom wanted to go after your pack then you'd all of been taken out at the same time, not randomly and at any moment." I let out a huff and watch as some look anxious, others scared and most convinced. My words had stricken them in chest and they were coming to their senses.

Federico turns away and put his hands on his head, looking down. He mutters to himself and I can barely hear him with how lowly he speaks to himself. He turns to look at the goons on either side of me, nodding his head briefly.
I panic, beginning to thrash in my restraints. This is it. This is the day I get to meet my parents again. I take in a deep breath, eyes shutting tightly on their own accord... Nothing comes.

I feel the pressure on my wrists released and my eyes fly open. My hands rub against the rawness of my wrists; thankfully not too bad. His hand is outstretched to me, silently asking for help up, but I know its double meaning. It's a show of alliance, of understanding and loyalty. My hand takes his large one and he helps pull me up.
He slowly backs away. His eyes clouds over and so does the rest of the people in the room; all in mind-link with each other. I stood there awkwardly trying not to look at their eyes. Even when being a werewolf and knowing the process of things, some things still freak me out.

After a minute or so of their 'meeting' they all come back to Earth. "We've come to a conclusion. We will trust you and follow you as long as we get your word—to the moon goddess." They were not very good with just trust, huh? Without hesitation I respond, raising my hand high above my head—my thumb crossed over to the middle, index and pinky finger pulled away from the middle two, forming the letter W.

"I, Lane Parker, future Queen Luna to the kingdom of werewolves, give my word to—what's your full name again?"
"Federico Di Sanchez." He crosses his arms over his chest, biceps bulging.

"Oh, yeah. –Federico Di Sanchez in the name of the moon goddess; promising him my full loyalty and partnership to him and his 'pack'." My arm goes limp to my side and he looks at me with a hard look.

For a moment I believe that he wouldn't accept my pledge. That all changes when he kneels on one foot, the back of his neck on display in a sign of respect.

"Luna." His voice sounds sincere. If this came as a shock, what came next was heart-stopping. Everyone behind him began kneeling down, heads facing the floor. All at once they spoke the same word that caused my heart to flutter and nerves to wreck me.

"Luna."

~Caden's Point Of View
It's been two days.

Hit.

It's been two freaking days since the last time she was here.

Hit. Hit. Hit.

No one knows where she is.

Hit. Hit.

No one knows if she's even –

HIT.

The punching bag gets ripped off its hook and falling to the floor. My heavy panting can be heard echoing off the walls in the gym room. I look down at my knuckles to see red covering the white tape I had wrapped on as some sort of padding. Not very useful though. I sit on the small bench pushed to one side, removing the bloody fabric.

My wolf yearned for Lane. Two days away from a loved one may seem like not too long. Let me tell you. That is complete BS. To add to that, imagine not knowing where they are or if they're okay. Imagine having the stress of another being in your head keeping you from sleeping, nagging you to go into the woods and look for them. In my case, it's that—times a hundred; since my wolf is an alpha and can be very possessive.

I couldn't say that it isn't the same for Felix. He's been under the same amount of pressure as me. His would being just as dominant. I saw the way he looked at Lane, I know he loves her like myself as much as I hate to admit it. The day we couldn't find her he went berserk. He came after me, her other mate, saying that it was my fault. Both of us yelled, no, roared with anger at one another. When his fist came at me, the fight had begun.

We were punching and kicking and pulling and biting.

It took about twenty men to hold us back and stop the fight. Not even Gail was able to stop it using his alpha voice and that is saying something. It took an hour for both of us to realize that we won't be able to find her by lashing out at one another. We got in the office together and began our work. We called alphas of packs all across North America interviewing them and having them send out search guards. It took us all night that day to call up all the packs and get things sorted. We sat over a map discussing and giving opinions on the matter. Silos had come in sometime at three a.m. helping us in the matter. We planned the different ways to execute plots and gave ideas on what to do.

Yesterday, we sent out troops giving each group a leader. They were to go to their designated area and search, giving us a report on what they'd seen. Several had returned with nothing but there was still more to come that have yet to retreat.

My heart aches with a pain only she could fix. The idea of her wrapped in my arms, has my wolf howling, wanting to send a message to her somehow. Our mind-link had been cutoff somehow and Felix and I couldn't contact her. The distance between us makes me realize how much I've grown to love her. Her witty comments, prideful blows, beautiful—everything.

She makes me want to start a family and grow old together. I smile to myself imagining a mini version of Lane running around the house as I chase her.

The door to the room slides open and I am disturbed when I see a guard. Looking down, the bloody tape is now off and on the floor. I pick up a bottle of water but before I put the cool water to my lips I inquire. "Any news?" The water glides down my throat.

"No, sir. All of the troops have returned but all failed to access any useful information." When I finish the bottle of water, I throw the bottle at the wall causing it to shatter.

"So did you come here to tell me we've failed to find information on the whereabouts of my mate and your Luna or do you have something else to say!" If anyone were to pass by the room, I'm sure they'd feel pity for this guard at the sound of outburst. I stna dup and turn to the man who seems to be in his late thirties. His brown hair starting to gray at the hairline. Wrinkle lines taking form on his face around his eyes.

He looks up at my intimidating form seeming to shake in his boots. "N-no, s-sir. The prince w-would like to speak with you."

I throw my gym bag over my shoulder and leave the man standing in the room, shaken, like he's seen a ghost.

~Felix's Point Of View
I stood in front of the office window after being informed of our failure in finding my love. I've sent a guard to inform and call Caden over here to speak of a new plan to execute. Closing my eyes I can picture her silky long hair. Large hazel eyes. The small beauty mark she has above her right cheekbone and to the bottom right of her eye. The way she scrunches her nose when she finds something funny. The images dissipate when I think of the possibilities of her state at the moment.

With those filthy rouges, she could be—dead, or worse; tortured. A stray tear slips down the apple of my cheek at the thought. No, you can't think that way. You have hope. We have hope.

My eyes flutter open looking out to the garden that was meant for the future Queen. As a child, my mother had taken me outside and taught me the different types of flowers and their meanings. I had asked her why roses were a symbol of love. She said that it was linked to the Aphrodite, the goddess of love but she also said that that was going by facts. Though for each couple it was different. To some Roses were to show that they were willing to give themselves to the other. Sometimes they were to show how many years they'd love their partner with each petal times a million. At the time, I couldn't understand the idea. Now all I want to do is give Lane a thousand and more roses.

I've found peace through her and now that she's been taken, I feel so lost without her. I need her. She is like my oxygen. She gives me life and when taken away, I am but a vessel; weak and unfeeling.

The door slams open as, who I assume is Caden, walks in.

"Hello, brother."

"I heard that they've got nothing. What are we supposed to do now? I was almost sure we were going to get her back this way." I sigh and turn around to face him.

"I couldn't agree much more. But at the moment we need to wait."

"Wait?! I can't stand idly by when my mate is out there with goddess knows who!" At this I snap.

"You don't think I know! I am just as much as her mate as you are hers and as much as I want to rip all of those filthy beasts' heads off for her, we cannot do anything but wait for the calls from the other alphas. With their help, we'd covered the whole of North America." I grab the chair and sit down, shoving my face in my hands, rubbing my face. I barely hear his shuffling until he's beside me and his hand is on my shoulder in a comforting manner.

"You're right. I'm sorry. I just—I miss her and I don't know what I'd do if she were to be..." He swallows hard not finding it in him to admit out loud the possibility of our mate's death.

"I understand, Caden."

He takes a seat in front of me with his head facing the ceiling. We sit together in silence. Not speaking but talking. Listening but not hearing.

After what seems like only minutes, a half hour had passed when Silos had entered to office grabbing both of our attention. His labored breathing preventing him from speaking. Caden speaks up.

"What is it?" Silos has his hands on his knees as he catches his breath before looking up at us.

"She's here—Lane—" Both Caden and I jolt up and awake, "but not alone."

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