The Autistic Alpha

Chapter 11: Wow, A phone.

Blake stared at the window, his eyes not leaving the distant forest. His mind raced with something cold—a feeling. A thought of something that threatened to swallow him whole. What could be happening to her? He had been standing there ever since the night before, unable to sleep after his wolf's sudden disappearance.

Turning on his phone, he stared at the time. It was 3:30 a.m., and she wasn't back. His wolf had said she would be back. Maybe she would use some shortcuts, and boom—she would appear like a thief of the night again.

"She hasn't come back," he said to his wolf through the mind link.

A second passed. A minute. Two minutes. Yet his wolf gave no reply, leaving him actively peering at the blank distance, filled with dark crimson glows that made him fear going out himself.

"Brax?" He called his wolf's name again. Hopefully, there would be an answer this time.

"She isn't back, Brax." His voice was cold.

Having a wolf to communicate with, that too in your head, was crazy. And it was a stress if he couldn't see the wolf. Blake knew one thing: think. He shoved through his mind, and the wolf, Brax, would reply.

Right beneath the surface, Brax growled, listening to the autistic child's awful rant and scowl. It was a sure thing that autistic people were good at making people crazy. Now he could see the pain that Imogen was trying to escape.

"Can you stop whining?" he said, his voice cold.

That one part of him that Selene would never be able to change: Brax was always the bastard when it came to disturbing him. He could have stopped Imogen, but instead, he chose not to. All because? He was looking for his mate. So typical.

Blake rolled his eyes, leaning against the still curtain. If only Imogen would turn into his mate that moment, so he wouldn't have to always stare at the blank window when she was gone.

"Help me get her," he whispered, his voice rough while trying to look small. His small lips pouted. Cheeks red.

That was it. He knew how to get his wolf. Despite being the human, his wolf had more of a mind of its own. It often troubled Blake when it came to decision-making. And they would get along again when it came to the "please" word. If only that could change anything in real life.

In an instant, Blake's eyes turned red again, signaling Brax's presence. Cracking his neck, he stared at the dark forest. His lips clicked as a realization hit him hard. She wasn't coming back.

"Maybe she met the lady that she had called." He rolled his eyes, hands in his pockets as he made his way out of the room.

Quickly, he got out of the house. Now at the entrance of the forest, each howl would make the real Blake scared, but Brax was the master of this kind of thing. He knew his way around it. And he would never leave his human self alone.

He walked into the forest. Slow, his legs still made it seem like he had been walking for hours as he got deeper and deeper into the woods without stress.

"Where had she gone?" he asked himself as his eyes turned, masking every step of her floral scent.

He needed to be asleep for business tomorrow, so the b****y day that Selene had talked about wouldn't happen without him witnessing it. And now? Some Imogen girl had ruined everything.

Hard. Slippery. Wet—he had just stepped on something. His legs slid off the surface of the object, deeper into the wet ground. He lifted his legs, retrieving the object from the ground.

He turned it over in his palm. The screen was cracked. Mud clung to the edges. His thumb traced the back of it—still warm. She hadn't dropped it long ago.

A flicker of something passed through him. Concern? No. Annoyance. She'd been this close. And she'd still managed to get lost.

"Wow, a phone?"

Turning his head to both sides, he wondered who might have been here after all. Different. There was something in the air. The damp smell was gone at this point, replaced with a subtle floral scent that threatened to be swallowed.

"She was here," he mumbled as he walked again.

Whistling. Stumbling. Growling—no matter what he did, he still continued like nothing was even in the forest. He needed sleep, and he would do it without stress here in the forest. But he knew the cons as well.

"Imogen. The bastard," he mumbled. "She started to call me an autist. Who does that? I would have killed her if Selene wasn't sitting there. That woman was one hell of an emotional creature…"

He continued murmuring words, bashing Selene and cursing Imogen. There was nothing more interesting than watching the both of them crawling at his feet someday. To be precise, Selene. She needed to be taught her place. Always ranting about being a mother. He rolled his eyes.

"Wait up!!!" he heard. "Hey, wait up. Didn't you come to look for me? What are you even thinking about? You didn't even notice me."

Blake paused, turning his head toward the voice. He hadn't noticed anything. But there was something about this place. He sniffed the cold air again. His eyes scanned the area.

"Mind coming into view?" he said.

She stumbled out from the woods behind him. Battered. Mud all over her face. The jacket she had worn earlier was missing. Her trousers were rolled up to a short length—Blake could only watch in awe as she approached him. Different from what had left his villa.

"You couldn't even come faster?"

Blake stared as he was pushed back to the surface the moment he laid his eyes on her. Brax was gone. He would be left here. Maybe not lost in the jungle, but trying to go back home as the cold settled on his skin.

"What took you so long?" she asked.

Blake watched. Quiet. He didn't make any sound as he walked towards the route where he had entered this place from. They needed to get home. And fast. This place was too cold. So cold he could barely notice when his wolf had taken over.

"Hey, I'm talking to you."

He flinched but didn't bother turning. They both headed out of the forest. He was in front. She was behind him. And throughout the short walk, he didn't answer any of her rants.

It was easy while making their way out. Blake was familiar with this forest. It often got tighter and tighter the more you were inside. Even a step in would get you lost if you hadn't turned back to mark the tree you had seen when stepping in. The dense forest had a name, but it remained unknown.

A few feet away from the house, Imogen crossed in front of him. "Why aren't you saying anything?" she asked, tilting her head forward.

Watching every little move, Brax finally got tired of her. He rose to the top, followed by a subtle growl.

"You walked into that forest yourself," he said. "Last warning, or you'll lose your mouth."

She didn't say anything. She just kept staring at his eyes, bewildered. "How did your eyes change so fast?"

The red glowed more at night, so she would notice and see any slight change that had happened so quickly, as the feeling was foreign.

"Get out."

Brax shoved her out of his way as he walked into the villa.