Her Alpha's Desire

Chapter 3

Faye's POV

In the vast expanse of time, never would I have imagined myself crossing the threshold of the pack house once more. Each step I took within those walls echoed with memories, a tapestry of pain and heartache that I had desperately tried to unravel and leave behind. Rejection and sorrow had left their mark, etching into my very being. Yet, here I stood, against my better judgment, within the confines of the meeting room, seated directly across from him.

His presence still held the power to command attention, just as it had years ago. Those eyes, dark and piercing, seemed to bore into my soul, uncovering emotions I had long buried. His hair, as dark and well-kept as I remembered, was a testament to his unwavering commitment to appearances. It was hard to deny that he exuded a magnetic allure, an enigmatic charm that had captured not only my heart but the hearts of many.

He looked as handsome as ever, a fact I begrudgingly acknowledged. The chiseled jawline, broad shoulders, and sharp gaze all combined to create an image of strength and authority. It was a captivating blend of features that had never ceased to leave an impact.

Beside him, a woman stood—a presence that spoke of authority and loyalty. She had been the one who approached me at the gates, the first point of contact upon my arrival. In her gaze, I saw the fierce determination of a gamma, a guardian who would protect her alpha at all costs. Her unwavering dedication was palpable, a reminder of the world I was reentering.

To his left stood another man, his aura just as commanding as the alpha himself. He was a familiar face, one I had seen on television—the ever-loyal Rhys, the beta of the Light pack and a close confidant of Marcus. His unwavering loyalty was a testament to their bond, a bond that seemed to stretch beyond the realm of friendship.

As my gaze met his, a whirlwind of emotions threatened to engulf me. The remnants of anger and sadness mixed with a nostalgia that I had not anticipated. The years had brought distance, but they hadn't managed to dull the intensity of our connection. Despite the pain, there was an unspoken tether that linked us—a connection that time hadn't severed.

Drawing in a steadying breath, I pushed aside the flood of emotions. I was here for a purpose, a desperate plea for help. With a resolve that I hadn't known I possessed, I met his gaze squarely. The past could wait; the urgency of the present took precedence.

"Why are you here?" Marcus' voice was steady, his gaze locked onto mine. His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of our shared history.

I took a moment, drawing strength from the depths of my resolve. I had anticipated his question, and yet, now that the moment was upon me, words seemed to evade me momentarily. "I... I need your help," I finally managed, my voice wavering slightly as I met his penetrating gaze.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and for a fleeting moment, I thought I saw a flicker of concern in his eyes. "Help with what?" he inquired, his voice tinged with a hint of skepticism.

I took a deep breath, steadying my nerves. It was now or never. "My children have been kidn*pped," I revealed, my words hanging in the air like a heavy cloak of desperation.

A scoff from Rhys, the beta, cut through the tension in the room. "You can seek assistance from our pack guards for that matter. They'll help you with locating them," he remarked dismissively, his expression betraying his belief that my presence was inconsequential.

I couldn't help but smirk, a glimmer of determination in my eyes. "It's not that simple," I retorted, my gaze meeting Rhys' with unwavering resolve.

Marcus' brows furrowed further, clearly intrigued by my response. "Explain," he demanded, his tone firm.

Drawing in a breath, I knew that the moment for truth had arrived. "The blood that runs through my children's veins is the same as the blood that runs through yours," I declared, my words causing a palpable shift in the atmosphere.

A tense silence descended upon the room, the weight of my revelation settling like a storm cloud. Marcus' eyes widened ever so slightly, his gaze locked onto mine, disbelief and realization warring within them. The implications of my words seemed to hang in the air, a thread connecting us in ways we hadn't anticipated.

The seconds stretched into a heartbeat, the room holding its collective breath. The truth was out. Seven years of keeping a secret. Gone.

He created some hand motions that led Rhys and Hailey out of the room. He then turned to them, his tone commanding as he issued his instructions. "Watch the door. Don't let anyone come close within three kilometers," he commanded, his words leaving no room for interpretation.

Rhys and Hailey exchanged a brief glance before nodding in unison. Their expressions were serious, a clear indication that they understood the gravity of the situation. With a final nod, they stepped out of the room, leaving Marcus and me alone in a charged silence.

The air seemed to thicken as the door closed behind them, the weight of the impending conversation hanging heavily between us. Marcus stood before me, his stance tense, his eyes fixed on me as if searching for answers within my very being. The seconds ticked by, the silence stretching, until it was almost suffocating.

I took a deep breath, the weight of our shared history pressing down on me. "Marcus," I began, my voice steady but laced with a vulnerability I couldn't conceal.

“How long?”

“Seven years”

He held up a hand, his gesture silencing me. His expression was a complex blend of frustration and something else, something that resembled a mixture of regret and understanding. "Seven years," he muttered, his voice a low rumble. "You've kept this from me for seven years."

I met his gaze, my own eyes reflecting the pain and regret that had become all too familiar. "I had my reasons," I replied, my voice carrying the weight of years of longing and heartache.

He shook his head, his frustration palpable. "Reasons that you could have shared," he retorted, his tone edged with a mix of anger and hurt.

I clenched my fists, my resolve hardening. "Would you have listened?" I shot back, the question hanging heavily in the air. "The night I wanted to tell you, you rejected me in front of everyone. How could I believe that you would listen to anything I had to say?"

He clenched his jaw, frustration evident in the tension of his muscles. "I did that to protect you," he growled, his voice rough with the weight of his emotions.My own frustration surged forward, a fire burning within me.

"Protect me from what?" I retorted, my voice laced with a mixture of bitterness and defiance. "Just like you said last time? But as you can see, I am perfectly fine. It's always been like this between us—two headstrong individuals clashing and trying to protect each other in the process."

Marcus sighed. Running his hand through his hair. “Is there a reason why they could have been kidn*pped?”

I nodded almost instantly.

“Then what is it?” he asked leaning over the table.

I looked at the door where his beta and gamma would probably hear what I was about to say. I hesitated.

“They can be trusted” he said to reassure me.

“I know. It's just that, what my-our children hold is dangerous”

“Elaborate,”

“I started to notice it when they were children. Fade, Dylan and Manny. Manny's hands were always hot, I thought maybe it was sickness but that was until she turned her doll to ashes when she was two. Dylan literally almost suffocated himself because of no air. And Fade turned his friend into an ice sculpture.” I sighed. “I had to find a witch who administered drugs from then to hide those elemental powers before they hurt anyone else. Apart from the witch no one else knows”

Marcus nodded. “And where is this witch?”

I gulped. “I received news from my friend, Althea. The witch is nowhere to be found”