The Autistic Alpha

Chapter 14; In his world (2)

Blake turned his head sharply the moment he heard the words human trade. His eyes lit up. His wolf surfaced again. Brax couldn't believe this was the same person whose father dealt in secrets.

"You aren't kidding, are you?" he asked, his voice low.

She didn't reply. She only turned her head towards the projected screen and then back to him. Lowering his gaze, he sensed the shift in her temperament. Her shoulders tensed. She had once been relaxed, but now she sat straight. Her fingers clenched the arm of the couch tightly.

"Hey, talk to me." Brax's voice was cold. His red eyes glowed with intensity as the seconds burned out.

A wolf like him wouldn't care what she was talking about. Brax knew she had figured out what was really happening as the auctioneer continued. His head tilted to the side as he watched every movement in her body.

"Tell me I'm just daydreaming—that this isn't a human trade," she said, turning her head towards him once again.

"You're being more dramatic than I thought you'd be. Will you tell me you don't know anything about this stuff? Your father is a prodigy at this kind of thing. You know that well." He paused, pointing his finger directly at her face. "Now, you will stop acting like it's some kind of family member. Face the screen." The words came out flat, emotionless.

He returned his gaze towards the screen, not sparing her a last glance. With the last of his strength, Blake managed to subdue Brax. Finally, he was sitting in the room like his normal self again. From the corner of his eye, he could see her trembling visibly. Her hands shook continuously.

Her lips pressed into a tight line. She closed her eyes, then opened them again. "Hey, boy. You should stop this whole thing. They can't be selling humans—for what? It's against the rules."

Brax growled, struggling to come out again, but Blake held him at bay. He only blinked once, then turned his head towards the screen again.

"Are you sure her blood is as sweet as you claim?" The voice came from the screen.

A man dressed in a dark crimson suit stood at the arch. He was staring lustfully at the lady being auctioned. "I would pay extra just to taste her blood here," he said.

At that moment, Blake knew something would happen. Or maybe it wouldn't. His eyes caught her breathing heavily, like her life depended on it. Rolling down her cheeks were salty tears that threatened to claim his heart.

His whole body froze as he watched her in disbelief. Wasn't she the strong and stubborn type of princess? And he knew from the example she had laid from her own behavior. Why was she crying? They were just vampires doing what vampires do.

'Blake? I swear, I will kill you if you don't let me out,' his wolf threatened.

Blake smirked. 'S-stop,' he replied through the link.

He stood up slowly, inching towards her like a child who had lost his candy. His head tilted to the side. He stared at her face like he had just seen something new. Wrapping his arms around her, he sighed.

"Let go of me!" she yelled, pushing him away from her.

The force sent him flying across the room. With a thud, he collided with the wall hard. His head smacked the wall, sending a shiver through his bones. He froze. Not daring to stand up, his body shook.

At that moment, the red eyes returned. Brax forced Blake out, taking complete control over him. He roared. His fangs protruded. His sharp canines pressed hard against his lips.

"You've done enough." The words came out more like a growl. He stood. The pain from the back of his head made him recall the wall. And there it was—his blood. Red. Trailing down the white-painted wall.

Imogen lowered her gaze to look at her hands. She stared. Something was evident in her eyes: disbelief. She lifted her gaze to look at him again. Brax just stood there with a jumble of emotions.

What should he do? In the decades he had lived, that was the first time he had ever seen the color of his own blood. The warm liquid trickled down from his head, making its way into his shirt.

"Please!" The lady from the screen cried loudly for her life. After a long minute, she fell. Her body was already lifeless. She had given up the ghost.

Brax watched the screen. His eyes rolled in his head before turning back to Imogen. She was still crying. And that was how funny it was. She was crying after pushing him? After making him bleed? Although he was strong, he knew one thing: Blake, his human self, had gotten worse.

"I think it's time to go." He didn't wait for her. He made his way towards the door. The moment he opened it, he headed out, slamming it shut. Not even caring to spare it another glance.

Right behind him, he could hear her voice telling him to wait. He just didn't. There was no way he was waiting for someone that brutal.

"Alpha!" she yelled, running after him.

As soon as he got to the car, he paused, tilting his head to look at the driver's seat. And funny enough, he wasn't there. He got in. Hopefully, the driver would be back anytime soon.

The car was a black, cozy BMW M5. It had a grey interior—one that matched Blake's preference.

Beside him, the door swung open. She got in. "Look, I'm sorry for pushing you," she said, lowering her head.

She couldn't even look him in the eyes. Facing him might have been something she couldn't afford because she knew what she had done. She knew she was wrong. She knew she wasn't right.

Brax watched her with a deadly side-eye. The sweet lavender scent overrode the one from his blood. He clenched his fist tightly. "Hell, you should be grateful that I can't punch or kill you. I would have done that gracefully," he growled.

"What?" she exclaimed, her jaw dropping.

"If only you knew how much what you just did costs me," he snarled.

She opened her mouth to say something but shut it the moment the driver stepped into the car. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard.

The driver checked the mirror, his eyes lit up. "Alpha, you're back already?" The shock in his tone was palpable.

"Take us home." A cold tone that could send chills down anyone's spine.

"Yes, Alpha."

The engine grumbled as they drove away from the auction venue.

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Back at the great mansion in the pack, Selene folded her arms across her chest. Her eyes bored into Brax. The pain in his eyes was unmistakable.

"How do I just escape this?" he asked.

The two of them just stared at each other, letting the silence settle between them. Brax's mind was filled with so many questions about his life's turn around.

If Blake was truly shocked by her sudden change, then coming out would be difficult for him. He would see her as a danger. And now, if he didn't see only her as a danger, he would want to hide forever—which was bad for both Blake and his wolf, Brax.

"You know what? I'm confused as hell," Selene said. "I've been thanking the moon goddess that Kai's mate came to pick him up after the long night of sitting here. And now you bring this problem?" She lowered herself into the couch behind her.

"He blocked me from coming up the moment he saw her cry. And as soon as he was about to touch her, she went boom. And all I could see was our head crashing."

"This is bad. Bad for Blake."