Chapter 2
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“EVERYONE'S CONCERNED”
KAEL
I was angry. Mad. Pissed.
Someone I didn’t even know had taken the “Soul of the Lover.” One of the most dangerous
artifacts ever, and a random third party snatches it? Stupid rogues.
This particular one—she was unpredictable. A ghost in the wind, stealing countless artifacts.
From basic to major, and this was the last f*****g straw.
I was certain she was a girl. I always thought she was, but now? Now I was certain. When she
spoke, I heard it—her voice. No, no, no, Kion, you cannot growl over a rogue. Get it together.
But my wolf—he was acting all funny, all mooshy, especially after she glared at me. Those eyes
of hers—God, they weren’t like mine. They were... similar, but not quite. Something about her
power, her energy? Not lycan, not even rare lupines. I knew those traits. What she did with her
eyes? That was new to me.
She resisted my voice—like it was nothing. Nothing. Barely five seconds, and she was already
shrugging it off.
And then—she left with a parachute.
Was she seriously playing James Bond? Was this mission impossible, or some f****d-up
version of Charlie’s Angels?
I slammed my fists on the table, the sound echoing through the office like a war drum. I hated it.
I hated the feeling of confusion. Of not knowing what to do next.
I didn’t even know where the hell she was.
All I had was that she was female. And she had weird f*****g powers. I couldn’t help but
wonder why she didn’t shift, though. What was holding her back? Maybe her wolf was more
powerful than mine? Doubt it. Whatever.
Kion was still sulking. Ugh. God help me, I wasn’t this stupid. Why was my wolf acting like a
lovesick pup?
She wore that tight bodysuit that hugged every curve, like no f*****g way. I hated to admit it,
but—yeah, it did.
Her hair was covered, hands hidden, everything except her eyes.
“They were sparkling blue, Kae,” Kion whined inside my head.
I had to roll my eyes. Seriously, Kion? You think that’s the part you’re going to remember?
My thoughts were broken by the sharp slam of the door.
It was Riven, my beta. And following behind him was Selene, my gamma. As the Alpha King, I
was allowed two. Most alphas only had a beta, and the gamma? Well, they were more of a head
warrior than a damn assistant.
“The guards have started searching. They’ll check all the rogue packs,” Riven spoke, his gaze
never leaving mine. He was pissed too. I could see it in his eyes.
“And they know she’s a she. But their options are still open. They’ll find her,” Selene added,
sounding like she was making a conclusion, though I wasn’t entirely sure how she came to that.
“I don’t even care if they’re searching.” I slammed my fist on the table again. “I’d look for her
myself.”
Riven shuddered at my tone.
“You don’t have to. We’ll—”
I cut him off with a growl, harder this time. “Don’t worry, Riven. It’s my responsibility. I am the
king. So, it’s my consequence.”
I leaned back in my chair, forcing myself to stay calm.
Instead, I turned my focus on them both. “I want you both to do something else for me.”
“What, sir?” Selene asked, her voice even, but I could sense the tension in her.
“I want you to check for every ancient scroll you can find.” My jaws clenched. “I need to confirm
something.”
“Is there anything wrong, sir?” Selene asked, clearly confused.
I didn’t answer her directly. “I just need to confirm something. That’s all.”
Riven nodded. “Okay, sir… Some of the council have heard about it and are... disturbed.”
Right. The council. Those old, wrinkled elites who thought they had a right to breathe down my
neck. I almost rolled my eyes.
“Ezekiel, Vivienne, and Marcus especially,” Riven added.
“Fine. I’ll see them in the morning.”
Selene hesitated, then spoke up again, the uncertainty clear in her voice. “Um... sir?”
“What is it?” I snapped, my patience running thin.
“Sir, the high priestess... um—” She was fidgeting, unlike her usual calm demeanor. Riven
seemed to notice too, and he looked away, his expression suddenly strained.
It clicked. I knew it. Of course, she did. The witches. They’d have their say. I hated them. No,
despised them.
“What happened to Selvara?” I growled, my voice dangerously low.
“She reached out about the stone,” Selene said, almost meekly.
“And?”
“They’re inviting you to their coven for a meeting,” she finally blurted out.
I rolled my eyes and let out a low, bitter laugh. “Selvara should know better than to invite me to
that prison she calls a home.”
“She knew you’d decline... so she said she’d be here tomorrow.”
My face went pale. Typical f*****g witch. Of course, she’d show up herself. And with her
minions. God.
“Fine,” I muttered. “But make sure I have eyes everywhere. Every pack, every coven, every
group. Everywhere. Double the security, double my eyes... and most importantly, my mouth.” I
growled again, a warning for them both.
They both nodded sharply.
“You can leave,” I dismissed them with a wave.
They both stood, but as they reached the door, something stopped me.
“Find her,” I muttered under my breath, and I wasn’t sure if I was talking about the rogue or
something else entirely.
The doors clicked shut behind them, and just as I thought I could finally have a moment to
myself—
Hadn't I told them not to bother?
Kion did that smirking thing again, that mood of his, like I didn’t have enough on my plate. I
glared. I didn’t care if it felt like I was looking at myself, I was done playing nice.
“I mean, find the scrolls,” I muttered, just loud enough to hear myself as the doors slammed shut
with a resounding thud.
But of course, Kion wasn’t letting it go. He was still being all mooshy—like some lovesick pup.
Ugh.
He never acted like this.
I was annoyed. I was irritated. I was intrigued... and honestly, I couldn’t even deal right now.
I just had to find her.
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