Alpha Nox - Forever His

CHAPTER EIGHT

Darryl threw another bucket of cold water at the vampire tied to the chair in front of him.

“Tell me everything,” he demanded, his voice sharp and patience running thin. Nox stood beside him, arms crossed, watching silently. The vampire lifted his head and sneered.

“You’re not getting anything from me,” he said, then spat toward Darryl, the spit nearly hitting his shoes.

That was the last straw.

Darryl snapped. He grabbed the vampire by the neck and slammed him back against the chair. His eyes glowed bright red with rage.

“I’ve been f*****g patient with you since earlier,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You don’t want to talk? Fine. I’ll kill you right here, right now,” he added.

The vampire choked and gasped, struggling against Darryl’s grip.

“Dar,” Nox said firmly, stepping forward.

Darryl froze at the sound of his name. He took a deep breath and slowly let go. His eyes returned to their normal color as the vampire slumped in the chair, coughing and gasping for air. Nox gave a silent nod to Croxx, who was standing nearby.

“Take him away,” he ordered.

Croxx moved in and dragged the vampire out of the room. Darryl stepped back and ran a hand down his face, trying to calm himself.

“He’s stalling,” he muttered.

“No. He just doesn’t want to expose his master,” Darryl said, voice low with certainty. “He’s just another pawn in this sick game,” he added, shaking his head in disgust.

Meanwhile, in a grand mansion perched on the hills overlooking the city, the steam from a hot shower still clung to the air. A man stepped out of the bathroom, his damp hair falling slightly over his eyes. He wore nothing but a silk bathrobe, loosely tied around his waist.

“Young Master,” his butler said, bowing slightly as he entered the room. “The manager of the 1st District sent word. One of his men is missing. No shipment arrived at the drop point,” he added.

The young master didn’t respond right away. He walked over to the small bar by the window and poured himself a glass of whiskey. The ice clinked softly as the amber liquid filled the glass.

He stared out the wide glass window, the city lights flickering below like dying stars.

“Do not let it trouble you, Butler,” he said finally, a slow grin forming on his lips. “We continue with the plan. A missing pawn is easily replaced,” he added. The butler gave a curt nod.

“Understood,” he said.

The young master raised his glass, as if to toast the city.

“What about the others? We can’t keep our VIPs waiting,” the young master said, swirling the whiskey in his glass.

“Everything has been prepared, Young Master,” the butler replied calmly. “All the children have already undergone strict medical screening to ensure the purity of their blood,” he added.

“Good,” the young master said with a satisfied nod. He walked toward the velvet couch, only to pause as his eyes landed on the unconscious child lying motionless on the floor.

“Throw this one out. It’s no longer of use,” he said coldly. “And bring me a fresh one,” he added.

Without hesitation, the butler bowed and bent down to pick up the child.

“As you wish, Young Master.”

Keith crossed his arms, his expression dark with anger.

“You didn’t kill him? That f*****g bastard,” he snapped when he heard what had happened in the prison cell.

“We still need him, Keith,” Nox replied calmly. “I’ll let Alex handle him. We need every piece of information we can get. Children’s lives are at stake here.”

Keith let out a frustrated sigh and looked away for a moment.

“I’ll reach out to a few friends of mine—see what I can dig up,” he said.

“That would help us a lot. Thanks,” Nox said with a grateful nod.

Keith then turned to his husband, his gaze sharp. “But you,” he said, voice firm. “Let’s go. You have some explaining to do.”

“Alright, love, let’s go,” Darryl said with a half-smile, unbothered. The tension eased slightly as Nox and Keith exchanged a glance and shared a brief smile.

“Thank you for coming, Dar. You too, Keith,” Nox said, gently wrapping an arm around Noah’s waist.

“Thanks for keeping me informed, Nox,” Keith replied. “I’ll do my part, and I’ll let you know if I find anything useful,” he added. Keith then turned to Noah.

“I’ll visit again soon. We still have a lot to talk about,” Keith said.

“Likewise, Keith,” Noah replied with a small smile. “I’ll visit when I can—and I’ll bring Alexander with me,” he added.

With a final nod, Keith placed a hand on Darryl’s back, and the two of them walked out of the house. The night air was cool and quiet, a contrast to the tense conversation they’d just had.

As they reached their car, Darryl glanced at Keith with a teasing smile.

“So, which part do I need to explain first?” Darryl asked.

Keith rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the corner of his lips twitching.

“Start with why you didn’t tell me about that bastard still being alive,” he said.

Meanwhile, Noah gently tucked Alexander into bed. The little boy had fallen asleep while playing, a toy still loosely gripped in his hand. Noah smiled softly and brushed the child's hair back with gentle fingers.

“Are you alright, babe?” Nox asked, standing near the edge of the bed, his voice low and warm.

“I am,” Noah replied with a nod. “I'm just… happy,” he said.

Ever since Alexander arrived in their home, Noah’s episodes had become less frequent. The child’s presence brought a calm and lightness to the house that neither of them realized they needed. Watching Alexander grow and smile gave Noah something to look forward to every day—and Nox, who hated seeing his husband suffer, felt grateful for that peace.

Nox stepped closer, wrapping his arms around Noah from behind. He began to sway with him gently, humming the soft tune of their wedding song, which played faintly in the background.

Noah closed his eyes and leaned into Nox’s embrace, resting his cheek against his husband’s chest, letting the warmth and the music soothe him.

“I love you,” he whispered, barely audible.

“I love you the most, my love,” Nox replied softly, placing a tender kiss on Noah’s hair as they continued to dance in the quiet safety of their room.