Mystery of the Rejected Alpha ✔

Chapter Thirty-Eight

James

I didn't know what else laid ahead of me.

Apologizing or even admitting defeat in front of Jace was the last thing I ever expected I'd have to do. The sudden hatred between the abandoned wolves and us, Alphas, took a hideous form. A form where nothing but destruction laid ahead. Bloodshed, death and extinction of werewolves all caused by the contaminated souls blinded by the passion of acquiring power and authority.

A similar war that too of the medieval times during Romero's time span was somehow overshadowed by evil especially the amoral witches casting spells just for their entertainment. The disappearance of Romero's mother, the Moon Goddess's death still remained unsolved. The graveyard containing the remainings of such historical phenomena, especially the witch whose curse led to the birth of werewolves, was sealed soon after some tainted soul tried to steal it.

"What are you thinking so deeply about?" Jace asked fiddling a pen in between his fingers.

"A lot of things" I sighed.

"Look, stop stressing about everything. Just clear your head up and think practically." He suggested throwing the pen inside the pen holder, "Bingo."

I rolled my eyes at his childish behaviour, "Are you really the older one? I sometimes doubt so."

"Maybe. Even I think you're too..oldish to be the younger pup." He commented looking at me.

I scowled at his response, "Why do you always drag me in between?"

"Related by blood, you know, blood," he tilted his head and whispered again, "Blood."

"Yeah," I mumbled, irritated by the repetition words, "Enough of stating our bond of the same blood and answer a few things for me."

He coughed and narrowed his eyes, "Finally. I was waiting for you to get started with your usual questionnaire because it feels weird when you're so quiet and good."

A burst of sudden laughter erupted inside the room. I snapped my gaze towards the direction of the sound to see Drake standing near the door. I almost forgot his presence inside the office. He stood there in the same position he was an hour ago, without a single bit of movement. I never understood his ability to maintain the same composure without the slightest of movement. I clearly remember, three years ago, on the day of my eighteenth birthday Drake walked in and his stance was similar to that of today.

"Why are you standing there like that?" I asked shooting him a glare. "You're not a school student anymore."

He chuckled and shook his head, "It's my duty as the beta."

Jace snorted and mumbled in a lower tone, "Such a great beta he is." His voice was loud enough of me to hear and I couldn't help but let out a light chuckle.

"Come sit here." I said pointing at an empty chair placed right next to Jace, "It's worthless standing out there looking a third wheel."

"Nah, not really." Jace said pointing at Drake, "He was actually talking to someone using his mind-link."

Drake gasped looking at him, "How did you know?"

"I know everything." He grinned, a toothy one. He gave Drake an intense look before looking away.

"If that's so," I wagered, "then tell me, what were you doing in there, the graveyard of doom I mean, and how did you get in? Since the place is all sealed with holy barriers."

I was intrigued, the curiosity building inside of me was growing at a faster rate. I felt agitated, remorseful at the secretiveness of the entire situation.