ALPHA CYRUS - Fallen King

36. Missing

"Your jacket, I'm sure it's been dried by now," I said quickly, already out of breath.

Enzo shook his head, a smile on his lips. "Just give it to me when I get back,"

"But —"

"Maybe it'll give us something else to talk about," He smiled and held my gaze for a moment, just before turning, taking a right and disappeared from my view.

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You'd think that after spending almost two years with Cyrus, I'd be able to sense his presence. That I'd be aware of his comings and goings. But I wasn't. It had been over three hours since he left me in the boardroom with my bloody hands -- well now bandaged hands.

When Enzo drove away, I made it my mission to spend the night alone in our room. I didn't want to be around anyone and I definitely didn't want them to see my hands. It was known that Cyrus and I were Truly Mated but not everyone was aware of the consequences that came with that. The consequences being that I couldn't self heal like regular werewolves and that if Cyrus and myself died prematurely, the other would serve the same fate or live a miserable life. Not to mention the sacrifice I made that left me completely infertile.

*Fucking hell! That's so dark* My wolf barked as we made our way up the staircase.

Yeah well, life isn't fair.

At times life holds you up, excites you even. But at other times, it consumes you, overwhelmed with pain and stress, draining you of your energy. Leaving you empty.

I was beginning to sound depressive but I wasn't at that stage yet. I was calm and consumed with an odd sense of comfort. Although my mate, Cyrus Christiansen had accidentally hurt me and disappeared on me, I still didn't feel fazed by it.

*And we both know why,* My wolf added as we pulled open the doors to our bedroom.

I stared down at my bandaged hands, a small smile on my lips as I remembered my last conversation with Enzo in the boardroom.

Maybe it's because I wasn't surprised by Cyrus anymore. I knew that he was struggling with his wolf and I had come to accept that there wasn't much that I could do about it. He won't let me in. So I turned my attention to other things..things like finding the traitor and building the sports centre amongst other things concerning the Pack. But it was hard. Cyrus and I would have moments of bliss. Where I was overpowered with our love, intoxicated by it. It was those moments that his eyes were back to their beautiful silver-blue, as bright as the day that I met him in MoonCrest.

I missed those times.

And then there was Enzo. Rude, gloomy, strict, awkward, hazel-eyed Enzo. From that moment in the boardroom where he addressed me like a child, I never liked him. Loathed even. And it stayed like that for a year...until Cyrus 'died' and I found myself leaning on him..well not only him..I had Jaxon and Kendra that were there for me too. But it was Enzo's short moments of comfort and humour that surprised me and made it somewhat easier to deal with his 'death'. That's not to say that I didn't hate myself or even cry myself to sleep for those days that Cyrus laid dead on that white bed. I was distraught during those times, but the people around me made it easier.

Then there was the matter of my dead sister. I hadn't heard from her since the party a couple of nights ago and I thanked the Moon Goddess. She had mentioned that I'd only be able to see her when I 'let her in', whatever that meant. And the last thing I wanted now was to have another encounter with her.

I let out a sigh.

I tore off my clothes, quiet awkwardly with my bandaged hands, and buried myself under the covers. I sat there, staring at the ceiling trying to reach out to Cyrus.