Possessive Alpha Kaden ✔️

Chapter 33

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Until this moment, I don't think I can safely say I've ever felt so on edge. I had fought rogues by myself, lost control to my wolf then actually losing my wolf, had my best friend die in my arms because I was unable to save her. These moments caused anger, anguish, fear.

But the fear settled in my stomach as I pace in front of a door is one that has never been quite on par with anything else, simply because on the other side of the wolfsbane soaked wooden door and two way glass is a man who has on several occasions tried to kill me. The thought of the cruel, twisted sneer he makes whenever he looks at me, the blood red scar running down his face, the hole in his neck from the crossbow bolt meant for me, makes me shiver like he himself is stomping on my grave and laughing whilst he does.

Carrick is a dangerous wolf, that much has been well established by his behaviour since Kaden found me on the border of my old pack and his. He's hated my guts, and on several occasions proved that he would want nothing more than for Kaden to find me dead.

Preferably at his hands.

Yet I understand the soft spot Kaden has for Carrick. They've been best friends since they were old enough to walk, growing up pranking each other, pursuing girls together, having each other's backs. It's not Kaden's fault that Carrick saw him as more than a best friend and never caught on.

It sure as hell isn't mine.

I've heard of other Luna's within neighbouring packs having trouble with power hungry past love interests that wanted nothing more than the importance and power that came with the title and throne of Luna, but never have I heard of them having trouble in a situation similar to my own.

"I don't like how he's still here." I mumble in frustration, my eyes burning a hole through the partition glass and into the side of his head. He's strapped to a hospital bed, thick leather straps binding his limbs to the steel poles running the length of the guerney. Several IV lines hooked up to various fluids are pumping through his veins, his unconscious body recovering from whatever hell he wTent through following his banishment.

"I agree." Jasper replies to me, flicking through various sheets of paper attached to a clipboard. "Something doesn't add up about the situation."

After a further inspection of Carrick prior to his forced unconsciousness to allow his body to heal, Jasper and a few of the other healers in the pack inspected his various injuries. Heavy scarring covered most of his chest, like he had been cut open then sewn shut again. Jasper had to close the open wound on the side of his body, the wolfsbane in Carrick's system halting all of his healing. If he hadn't then he would've almost certainly bled out.

Not that I would've complained.

The black veins escaping from his wolf mark have elongated, stretching across most of his body now, just like mine. Although his have spread at a much quicker rate than my own, my veins just reaching past the top of my abdominals. Carrick's veins cover all of his arms and are now creeping up the sides of his neck, pulsating at a strange pace.

"Have you seen Kaden since he called the council meeting?" I ask quietly, scrunching the bottom of my shirt up in my hands as a way of counteracting my nerves. He called his council the second he woke up this morning, even Olivia went to it, and I haven't seen or heard from him since. By all accounts they found something last night in the woods, and Kaden doesn't want me to know about it until they know exactly what they're dealing with.

Which is annoying because we're supposed to be in this together.

So instead of attending a really important council meeting, Kaden placed me under the watchful eyes of Jasper, with the job of keeping a watchful eye on my sworn enemy.