Her Forbidden Alpha Mates

Chapter Nine--A Change of Hands

Alpha Kross slammed his hands down on the desk. His concern had turned to fury had turn to bloodthirst since Alazar's return. Alazar stood in a row with Gamma Kaiden and Delta Zeke.

"They're the only ones that would have taken her! Where the hell is she?" He raged. His office was in complete disarray. Five days had passed, and there was no word, no trace of his daughter since her disappearance.

"Alpha, have we considered that she may have run off?" Gamma Kaiden offered gently. Alpha Kross's eyes were black when he turned them to his closest packmates.

"Alazar," His low growl sent shivers down all of their spines, "get him out of here."

Alazar quickled took hold of Kaiden's arm and pulled him toward the door. It was unnessary; Kaiden quickened his step to exit.

The door closed behind him and Alazar turned to find Alpha Kross staring at him.

"Tell me exactly what was said again, Alazar."

His words were cold, and Alazar wondered, yet again, if Kross trusted him the way he believed him to going into this whole ordeal.

Alazar cleared his throat and stood with his back straight. He kept his eyes averted from him as he told of the exchange.

"Alpha Xavier is well aware that Future Alpha Kira is missing. He received alert from you directly when you inquired if they had any knowledge of her disappearance. When I arrived, I was alerted from fifty miles south of their packland border that they knew I was near. I was given safe passage from that location, past the border, and on to the packhouse.

"I was received by Rebecca Price, sister to Alpha Xavier. She informed me that Alpha Xavier was currently home and taking his supper while going over pack business with his Beta. The Price Triplets joined us from the East Wing of the home. Guards remained on stand-by, as I'm sure you know how big of an ask it was for me to have passage into the packhouse. Everyone remained cordial, and I asked if they had received any word or whiff of information that seemed suspicious. None of them had. They have yet to even see recent photographs of your daughter, but agreed that silver hair is a trait they would remember. Your daughter's beauty is quite legendary--"

Alpha Kross growled. Alazar bared his neck in submission. "I only meant, Alpha, that I told them they would surely know her if they saw her." Alpha Kross relaxed a bit, but the dark shadow had not passed.

"Continue," He growled.

"There isn't anything else to tell, Alpha. They allowed me full priviledge to examine the house to quell any suspicion of wrongdoing. I found nothing. I heard nothing. I sensed nothing. I wish there were more." Alazar bowed his head and took a step back.

Alpha Kross sighed and settled himself into his chair. He seemed to be holding back tears, and Alazar couldn't help but feel disgusted.

"She's my only hope for this pack; she's the future. She has to be out there, somewhere. I know she's alive because I can still feel her, but that's all. I can't mind-link her, so I know she's not in the territory. I'm going to have to start searching." He said.

"Yes, Alpha. I'm happy to continue as your envoy. Tell me which territory you want me to start with." Alazar said firmly. Alpha Kross shook his head.

"No, I won't continue to entrust this to anyone else. I'll be looking for her myself. Alazar, you'll lead in my stead," Kross declared. Delta Zeke shot a look at Alazar; it was no secret he didn't trust him. Not that it matters, right, Castor said. Right, Alazar answered as he constrained his smirk.

"Of course, Alpha," Alazar said, his voice as syrupy sweet as honey.