Alpha's Obsession: His caged Luna

Chapter 11: The organization

Desmond's POV

The week passed in a blur of work, repairs and calmness. Lucien and Davina no longer needed my help and my pack was slowly forgetting the event of me claiming a mate that wasn't mine. I should have been happy, but I couldn't stop thinking of Raine and our last interaction.

I'd sent the flowers over to Sienna's pack house and stated that it be delivered to her. I waited for a response, and till now, I've gotten nothing. I couldn't even tell if she got it or not. Maybe Sienna just wanted to punish for some reason.

I looked down at my phone again. Sienna's contact was plastered there, and I was wondering if it was a good time to call. It was still early in the morning and I had not even stepped out of my room.

The thing was, I was certain that she was awake, but she might not be in the mood to take a call. I might just end up pissing her up, and she would make it even more difficult for me to see Raine.

After wasting a few more minutes contemplating, I finally dialed her number. She picked up on the third ring.

"This better be good. You're interrupting my morning routine." Like I expected, she sounded annoyed.

"Hey, calm down, babe. I'm just..."

"Don't babe me. I know you want something."

A chuckle slipped out of me. Sienna, Lucien and I had been friends for so long. But Sienna and I went way back to when we were just pups, so she knew me so well. As much as it was endearing, sometimes it makes me want to tear my hair off my head.

"Fine." I sighed. "How's Raine?"

"Can't you ask about me? I thought we were friends."

"Oh, for f**k's sake, answer the damn question."

I could imagine her rolling her eyeballs until they were stuck in the back of her head. "You call me by what? 6 A.M, interrupting my workout session and bothering me with your love life? I've not even had my morning coffee yet. Forgive me if I'm not thrilled."

"Sienna, do you know that you might be coming in between the greatest love story of all time if you don't give me what I want?"

I didn't need to be there with her to see her grimace. "That sounds cringe as hell."

"Or maybe you're secretly in love with me, that's why you don't want me getting with someone else. I can't think of any other explanation."

I heard the triple beep of my phone, and I realized that she'd f*****g hung up on me. Damn it.

I knew better than to call her again.

By noon, I was occupied in my office, and thoughts of Raine had moved to the back of my mind. I had a pile of paperwork and future plans to make, so I let it consume my time.

Until there was a knock on my door.

Whoever it was must be someone close to me or someone with a death wish, because they opened the door and entered before I gave the permission. I hated being interrupted when I was truly busy. My Beta and Gamma knew that, and they knew to stay away unless there was an emergency that needed my attention.

But when I lifted my head to see who it was, I understood how the person had dared.

Gabriel Montari. My father.

He wore a disturbed expression in his face, which was a rare sight for my father.

He walked in like he owned the place, the air itself seemingly bowing to his presence.

He occupied the chair facing me, and regarded me with a pointed expression.

Out of everyone I didn't want to see right now, Daddy dearest topped the list.

"I suppose that the chaos is over now." He said, but didn't look a bit impressed.

"I guess so." A frown settled between my brows, matching the unease that his presence brings. "This is the second time I'm seeing you this month. If I didn't know better, I might assume that you miss me."

His glower didn't ease. "I'm here for serious business."

"I can tell." I was just not interested.

"I got something from the organization."

My fingers froze in the air before I could flip the next page of the document I was reviewing.

The organization.

My jaws clenched and my hands fisted as I fought to suppress the memories that followed the mention of those two words.

"I thought that was over."

He clicked his tongue in irritation. "It was. But not anymore."

"What the f**k happened then? How did you find out? I thought you were no longer in contact with them."

"I didn't cut ties with Jeremiah," he said, making me glare at him. "And it's for our own f*****g good. If he didn't inform me of the latest development, I would have never found out."

I shut my eyes, trying to rein in my anger. "And what exactly is this latest development?"

"They're after you, Desmond. They want revenge for what you did to them." The way he looked at me now was different— but I recognized it all too well. It was that look where he blamed me for everything that has happened and might happen in the future.

The organization was a sour topic for the both of us. So we'd rather shove it somewhere in our memories and pretend that it didn't exist. That way, our relationship would never be normal again, but at least, we didn't have to relive our worst nightmare.

"If they come after me, I'll give them what they want. Just like last time."

A growl rumbled from his chest, as his eyes turned a mix of gold and crimson. "You'll rein in your anger, Desmond. And you will do things my way this time. With wisdom."

I rose, leaning in from the table between us. "I will not seat and let those riffraffs threaten me. If I get a whiff of any of them around my territory, I'm going to snuff their miserable lives and send them to hell where they're better suited."

"Desmond! Your actions last time..."

"My actions last time kept them off our back for six years. They would have tried to attack, but they were scared. I will remind the reason they seem to be afraid of me for that long in case they have forgotten."

"Your mother would have wanted peace."

The mention of my mother made me recoil. It felt like an ice cold water was poured over a sizzling flame.

More than the organization, there was nothing I hated talking about more than my mother.

"My mother is dead," I said calmly, defeated. "She can't want anything now."

The words almost didn't finish leaving my mouth when my father lost his cool, and his palm made collision with my cheek, forcing my face to turn sideways. It stung as hell, but it was nothing compared to the ache lodged in my heart.

"Your mother won't be dead if it wasn't for you."

I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't form any word through the ball of hurt suffocating me. It'd been eight years, yet... Nothing still hurt me more than the mention of my mother and what happened to her because of me.