Kidnapped Alpha Mate

Chapter 10- Explanations

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Jackson's P.O.V.

We walked back to the house, wrapped in a thick silence that felt almost suffocating. The air was heavy with unspoken words, and the weight of the night's events hung over us like a storm cloud, threatening to burst at any moment.

All I wanted was to lift Em into my arms and carry her home. As I watched her movements I envisioned the warmth of her body against mine. But I understood that wouldn't happen if she didn't trust me, if she couldn't feel comfortable around me, if she continued to pull away. Each step we took felt like a chasm widening between us, and I could feel the ache of longing deep in my chest.

"Alpha, did you find them?" Miller's voice floated in my mind, concern evident in his voice, breaking the silence that had settled like a thick fog around us.

"Yes, I did, and the rogues tried to attack them," I answered, my anger bubbling just beneath the surface, a fierce fire igniting within me at the thought of those intruders threatening my pack. The image of Em's frightened face flashed in my mind, and I clenched my fists, fighting to keep my emotions in check.

"Did they see you in wolf form? How did they react?" Michael chimed in, his voice laced with curiosity, but I could hear the underlying tension in his tone. He was eager for details, but right now, I didn't have the energy to indulge him.

"Shut up, Michael. I'm speaking," Miller snapped, in my mind I could feel his agitation rise. I appreciated their concern, but I needed to focus. The safety of my pack was paramount, and I couldn't afford to let my personal feelings cloud my judgment.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "I killed one before the girls can be harmed, but one ran off before we could catch them. We need to be vigilant." My voice was steady, but inside, I was a whirlwind of emotions—fear for Em, anger at the rogues, and a desperate need to bridge the gap that had formed between us.

"We should increase patrols and set up more defenses around the perimeter. We can't let them catch us off guard again." Miller stated.

"Do that" I replied, "and get the pack doctor Em sprained her ankle" I told them as we walked inside the front door.

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Sophia's P.O.V.

In the cozy confines of the living room, I found myself surrounded by Jackson, Edward, Miller, and the unexpected presence of Miller's twin brother, Michael, the other man who had taken us captive. The atmosphere was thick with tension, a strange mix of familiarity and unease. 

After a doctor had tended to Em's injured ankle, the room fell into an awkward silence, punctuated only by the occasional rustle of fabric or the creaking of the old wooden floor. Jackson, who had been the most composed among us, finally broke the silence.

"Alright, I guess I should just dive in. As you might have guessed, we are werewolves," he began, his voice steady, yet laced with an undercurrent of urgency.

I nodded, doing my best to ignore the piercing gaze of Edward, which felt like it could see right through me, peeling back layers of my thoughts and fears. His intensity was unnerving, like he was assessing my reaction from my face, searching for any sign of disbelief or fear.

For the next fifteen minutes, they delved into the intricacies of their world—explaining the hierarchy of werewolves, the roles of alphas, betas, and the third in command. Jackson spoke of the alphas with a reverence that suggested both power and responsibility, while Miller chimed in with anecdotes about their pack dynamics, the bonds forged through shared experiences and the unbreakable loyalty that defined their relationships.

They described the divide between their kind and humans, a chasm filled with misunderstandings and fear. "We live in the shadows," Edward explained, his voice low and serious. "Most humans have no idea we exist, and those who do often see us as monsters. But we're not what the stories say."

The concept of mind linking intrigued me, a form of communication that transcended words, allowing them to share thoughts and emotions in a way that felt almost intimate. I could see the bond between them, a connection that went beyond mere friendship.

As they continued, the existence of rogues was introduced—a darker side of their world. Jackson's expression hardened as he spoke of those who had strayed from the pack, individuals who posed a threat not only to their kind but to humans as well. "Rogues are dangerous," he warned, "Those two in the woods earlier are examples"

It was all a whirlwind of information that left my head spinning.

"Do you have any questions?" Jackson asked, his voice soft but edged with uncertainty as he glanced between Em and me. His eyes flickered with a mix of curiosity and caution, as though waiting for me to react to something unseen.

I felt my gaze drop to the worn floor beneath me, the cool, smooth tiles pressing against my feet. My thoughts swirled in a dizzying storm of confusion and fear, each possibility more unsettling than the last. The air around me felt heavy, thick with the weight of unspoken tension. After what felt like an eternity, I finally gathered the courage to speak, my voice barely above a whisper. "How can you tell if someone is a werewolf?"

Jackson and Edward exchanged a glance, their heads tilting slightly as they stared at one another. Their brows furrowed in perfect sync, as if trying to decode a riddle that made no sense to them.

"It is not always easy to tell if someone is a werewolf. Most of us can hide our attributes from humans, slipping through the world unnoticed. Personality-wise, werewolves are usually possessive, territorial, quick to anger—traits that simmer just beneath the surface. When those emotions bubble over with a barely contained energy, our eyes darken—leaving behind an eerie, almost predatory void."

 The silence stretched between us, thick and uncomfortable. My heart began to beat like it going to jump out of my chest but I had to ask.

"Are there werewolves live among humans?" I asked hesitantly not looking up from the ground.

After a moment, Jackson nodded slowly, his voice steady as he replied, "Yes, but they typically stay close to their packs. They might be part of a nearby pack or be rogues, but they usually keep to themselves."

I inhaled sharply, my heart racing as I turned to Em, my eyes wide with disbelief and horror. The look I gave her screamed, oh-my-gosh! The implications of what Jackson had just said sent a shiver down my spine. Were there really werewolves out there, living among us, hidden in plain sight?

"Is something wrong?" Edward asked, his brow furrowed with concern as he noticed my sudden change in demeanor. His gaze flicked between me and Em, searching for answers.

I quickly averted my eyes, feeling a mix of guilt and intrigue. "Nothing," I replied, trying to sound casual, though my voice trembled slightly. "I was just curious if I might have met a werewolf before." It wasn't a complete lie; the thought of encountering one, even unknowingly, sent my mind spiraling into a realm of possibilities.

Em's expression shifted from confusion to understanding, and I could see the wheels turning in her head as she processed my words. She leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "You think you might have met one?"

I shrugged, trying to play it off, but the truth was, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had crossed paths with something terrifying. Memories of fleeting shadows and an uncanny presence, flooded my mind. "I don't know," I admitted, my voice barely audible. "But it's possible, right?"

Jackson nodded, his expression softening. "It's definitely possible. They can blend in quite well, especially if they're trying to keep a low profile. Just remember, not all of them are dangerous. Some are just trying to live their lives like anyone else."

I felt a strange mix of relief and apprehension at his words.

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