Chapter Six
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Chapter 6
ALEXANDER'S POV
The quiet sound of the limousine’s engine filled the tense silence as we sped up through the forest. I stared out the window, my jaw tight, the smooth leather seat under me offering no comfort to the turmoil raging within me.
A few hours later, my convoy of black cars came to a stop at the edge of the Redstone pack’s territory. I stepped out of the limousine, the cold night air cutting against my skin. My men surrounded me, their eyes sharp and alert, scanning every shadow.
“Move quickly,” I commanded, my voice cold and steady. “No one should lay a hand on her.” or I will kill them.
Gabriel gave a sharp nod, signaling the others. They moved like shadows through the trees, taking down guards with deadly silence and accuracy.
I stood close behind, my fists clenched tightly at my sides. With every step, her scent grew stronger—faint but undeniable, like a rope dragging me closer to her.
When we reached the heavy iron door leading to the underground cell, I kept on moving without a pause, afraid of no one. I kicked the iron bars, the crash echoing through the stone.
“Please leave me,” —her voice.
A muffled cry, broken and raw, echoed down the dim hallway.
Her cry for help made my chest tighten painfully as I broke into something more than a sprint; my monster self moved with speed, making my footsteps pound against the cold, unforgiving floor. Within a few seconds, I was in the cell.
When I reached her cell, the sight before me made me use my whole being and strength to shatter the iron bars of the cell.
Two guards were inside. One had her pinned against the wall, his hand gripping her chin with cruel force. The other laughed, mocking her as she struggled weakly against their hold.
The rage in me exploded, and it seemed I had stopped thinking well.
“Get your hands off her,” I growled, my voice low, deadly, and unyielding.
Both guards turned, their expressions shifting from arrogance to terror as they recognized who I was.
My wolf, Tor, because of the sight of our mate, wasted no time in dealing with them because, in an instant, I attacked the one who was trying to rape her.
My fist crashed into his jaw with an unbearable crunch, sending him collapsing to the floor, hot blood spilling from his mouth.
Before the second guard could attack me with a dagger, I caught his wrist mid-swing.
With a sharp twist, I snapped his arm, the crack of bone echoing in the confined space. His scream pierced the air as the blade clattered to the ground.
“You dared to touch her,” I hissed, slamming him against the wall. My grip tightened as terror filled his eyes. “Now you’ll pay for it.”
With one final blow, his body went limp in my grasp, sliding to the floor lifelessly.
The cell became silent. My gaze streamed down to her, my chest tightened at what I saw.
She curled up tightly in the corner, her knees drawn to her chest, shaking and trembling like a frightened child. Her wide, terrified eyes locked onto me, as if I were the monster she feared most.
“Are you hurt?” I asked softly, trying to keep my voice calm.
She didn’t respond, her eyes darting between me and the bodies of the guards. I took a careful step closer, lowering myself to her level.
“You’re safe now,” I said, kneeling before her.
She moved back as I reached for her hands, the fear and confusion in her eyes cutting deeper than any sword.
It was as if she couldn’t hear me, she couldn’t understand or process what was happening.
Before I could say any words, her body went numb, she collapsed and passed out.
I dropped to my knees instantly, brushing away the strands of hair that dropped on her face, desperate to check if she was still breathing. My heart nearly stopped beating before a rush of relief surged through me as I felt the faint rise and fall of her chest.
But that relief didn’t last long. It was quickly swallowed by a wave of anger and sorrow as I gently carried up her weak, light body. Holding her close, I made a silent vow that whoever had done this to her would pay dearly.
As I lifted her into my arms, I was shocked by how light she was. She weighed nothing, she felt like a fragile piece of dry wood.
Her skin looks so pale and her body very tiny.
“What have you done to be punished like this, going through all this pain?”
I whispered, my voice breaking as I pressed a soft kiss on her forehead.
I took her to the hospital and gently laid her on the hospital bed, making sure she was as comfortable as possible before stepping out to process my head of what was happening.
All the time I sat down to rest, I couldn’t. I was so restless, moving around the hallways, unable to sleep or focus on anything else, my mind was thinking a lot.
At one point, I went to my car to try and clear my mind, but it was useless.
My thoughts kept moving in a circle back to her—why was she taken, why she was thrown into a dungeon meant for the most dangerous wolves. Could she be a threat?
She seemed so innocent, so delicate, so perfect, like someone who wouldn’t even harm a fly.
But, why can't I sense her wolf? This is the most troubling part.
“I can’t sense her wolf,” Tor, my wolf, growled in the back of my mind. Confirming my suspicions.
He was right. I had noticed it too. Even at night, when we were together, the bond was very tiny—the tingles were faint, almost like something was missing.
“Whatever the reason,” I muttered to myself, “I’ll get answers when she wakes up.”
After a few hours, I went into the hospital room only to find that she had woken up with her wide, fearful eyes scanning the room.
“Don’t touch me,” …?” she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible. She was telling the nurse I kept her alive to treat her. As Ella was taking time to wake up, I decided to give her another dosage of injections that would help her wake.
Thank goodness she has woken up. The sight of her frail body and the bruises all over her skin ignited a storm of guilt and fury within me. How could she have endured so much? Why hadn’t I been there to protect her sooner?
She looked at me, her brows furrowing.
I was about to come closer when she shifted back and asked for my name.
I told her, watching her reaction closely.
“Why would you save me?” she asked, her voice trembling, uncertainty and confusion lacing her words.
She kept pressing, demanding to know why I had risked everything for her. But how can I explain? How could I tell her the truth about the bond when she didn’t seem to feel it? I left a lot of her questions hanging, hoping she’d let it go.
But later, when she discovered who I truly was—the Lycan King, the king of all kings—her worry only deepened.
“Why would the Lycan King risk his life for someone like me?” she asked again, her gaze sharp with suspicion.
Her voice dropped to a whisper, her question filled with pain and doubt.
“But why me?”
The weight of her words crushed me again and again. How could I answer her when she didn’t know the truth? When she couldn’t feel the bond that had drawn me to her, the connection that made her my mate?
I stood silent, her question echoing in my mind, unanswered.
I can't tell her she is my mate until I am sure of her safety and know why she can't feel bonded.
She was a mystery that I had to unfold.
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