CHAPTER 5
1103 Words
Fury and Lies
Adrian POV
I know Clara is just a pawn.
But when I stepped outside and saw rogues dragging her across the yard, something snapped inside me. She was screaming my name, her arms stretching out, begging for help. My blood boiled, and my wolf raged.
Not because I loved her. No. Because she was mine. And if they took her, my whole plan would break apart.
“Guards!” I roared, my voice shaking the night. “Stop them! Don’t let them leave my land!”
The rogues moved like shadows, dragging Clara toward the back gate. She kicked, screamed, twisted, her voice cracking.
“Adrian! Help me!”
I rushed forward, my claws were tearing from my skin. I slashed one across the chest, and his blood started spraying, but the others pulled Clara back. My guards stormed in, raising their weapons, but they were too slow.
“Fight!” I screamed at them. “You’re warriors, not sheep!”
Steel clashed against steel. The air was filled with growls, screams, and the sound of flesh that was being torn. My men swung their blades, but the rogues moved like shadows, faster and stronger.
I stood there, my chest heaving, and the rage was clawing through me. My wolf snapped inside me, demanding blood.
I turned on my guards angrily.
“Useless dogs!” I shouted angrily.
One dropped to his knees, trembling. “Alpha, we tried—”
I grabbed him by the throat, slamming him into the wall so hard that his skull cracked against stone. His eyes bulged.
“You tried?” My words dripped venom. “You let rogues into my land, you let them take my wife right under your noses, and you dare say you tried?”
He choked; his hands were clawing at mine. “Alpha, forgive us…”
“Forgive?” I threw him down. “If she dies, every one of you dies with her. That’s my promise.”
The rest of the guards bowed; their fear was flooding the air. My wolf fed on it, but I wasn’t satisfied.
“Lock down the borders!” I barked. “No one leaves and no one enters. Track them! Hunt them! I don’t care if you break every bone in your body, find those rogues!”
“Yes, Alpha!” they shouted, scattering.
I stayed there a moment; my fists were shaking. Rage burned inside me, but not grief. The pack would see me as a furious husband. Let them because the truth was darker.
Clara was not my heart. She was my key and my path into the Moreau family. Without her, my plan was nothing.
I stormed back into my chambers. My wolf paced inside me, restless. Find her. Tear them apart. Don’t let her go.
I slammed my fist against the table. The wood split under the blow.
“Whoever dared touch what’s mine,” I growled, “will beg for death.”
Then I stood up and went to the Moreau estate.
The Moreau estate was heavy with grief when I arrived.
Father Moreau stood tall but shaking. The fury was in his eyes. Mother Moreau clutched her handkerchief; her tears were streaming down her face. Seraphine sat quietly, her eyes were downcast, but there was something in her face… too calm, and too composed.
Father Moreau’s voice thundered the moment he saw me. “What is this I hear, Adrian? Clara was taken? On your land?”
“Yes,” I said, keeping my tone firm. “Rogues breached my borders. They dragged her away before my eyes.”
Mother gasped, her voice breaking. “Oh, my baby. My sweet girl. No, no…” She buried her face in her hands.
Seraphine looked up, eyes wet. “Clara? Gone?” Her tone was soft, but her eyes glimmered faintly.
I clenched my fists. “She is gone. But not forever. I will bring her back, or I will bring back the heads of those who touched her.”
Father Moreau’s face twisted in rage. “How could this happen? You’re Alpha! You have warriors. You let rogues step into your home and take your wife?”
His words were knives, but I didn’t flinch. “They caught us off guard. But it won’t happen again. I’ve locked the borders, and I’ve sent trackers. They won’t get far.”
Mother Moreau's sobs grew louder. “Alive, Adrian. Promise me you’ll bring her back alive.”
I swallowed hard. “If she’s alive, I will find her. If she’s not, I will make the rogues regret ever stepping onto my land.”
Seraphine leaned forward, touching her mother’s shoulder. “We must trust Adrian. He’ll find her. He won’t rest until Clara is safe.”
Her words were sweet, but I saw the spark in her eyes. She wasn’t mourning. She was enjoying this.
Father Moreau slammed his hand against the wall. “You’d better. She’s my daughter. If you fail her, Adrian, if she dies under your watch—”
I stepped closer, my voice dropping low and dangerous. “She won’t. I swear it. I will find her. I will not rest until she is safe… or avenged.”
Mother cried harder, her hands were shaking as she wiped her face.
Father’s glare cut straight through me; his eyes were full of anger and blame.
And Seraphine… she lowered her head like she was sad, but I caught the smile she tried to hide.
They believed my rage was love. Let them. The truth was mine to keep.
Later that night, my guards returned, kneeling before me in the courtyard.
“Alpha,” one said, panting. “We found tracks. It was east of the river.”
My body went still. The river. If the rogues crossed it, they’d be in another pack’s land.
“They’re smarter than I thought,” I muttered. My claws dug into my palms.
“Should we follow, Alpha?” the scout asked, voice shaking.
“Yes,” I snapped. “Follow them until your lungs give out. If you lose the trail, don’t bother coming back.”
“Yes, Alpha!”
As they ran, I stood alone, the cold night biting at my skin. My wolf prowled inside me, restless.
I stared into the dark horizon. My voice came out low, a whisper only the night could hear.
“Whoever took you, Clara… I’ll tear them apart.”
Not because I loved her. Not because I mourned her.
Because she was mine.
Because without her, everything I’ve built will burn.
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