Escaping My Obsessive Alpha

CHAPTER 15: DIMITRI’S POV

A week had passed since I reached the human world, and patience had never felt like such a torment.

The first two days had been spent tracking, searching, and hunting down every possible trace of Clarice Silver my mate, my missing mate but every trail turned cold too quickly. Her aunt was smarter than I expected, constantly shifting locations, documents, even temporary housing. It was almost impressive.

Almost.

But nothing could hide Clarice from me forever.

Not when fate itself tied us together.

Not when just the memory of her scent was enough to twist my chest and my wolf into a restless frenzy.

Rylan sat across from me in the temporary apartment we’d rented. He was digging into a bag of chips as if we weren’t in the middle of a mission.

“Alright,” he said with his mouth full, “I’m admitting it now her aunt is terrifyingly good at disappearing.”

“She’s not better than me,” I muttered.

Rylan raised a brow. “You said that three days ago. And two days ago. And yesterday morning.”

I shot him a glare.

He lifted his hands. “I’m just saying, Dimitri. You don’t need to vibrate with rage every time we hit a dead end.”

But I couldn’t help it.

Every day Clarice stayed hidden, she remained unprotected. Vulnerable. Alone.

My mate, out here with humans, rogues, and gods knew what threats.

My wolf snarled inside me at just the thought.

Still, Rylan wasn’t entirely wrong. Tracking her had been complicated. Her aunt kept using special supernatural concealment powders old magic, rarely used which masked werewolf presence. It explained why even when I came close, I couldn’t sense Clarice fully.

But the concealment had limits.

And today, we found the flaw.

I leaned forward and tapped the screen of my laptop. “There.”

Rylan blinked. “Uh… a water bill?”

“Exactly.” My voice was sharp with triumph. “Her aunt moved them to a new house. But humans leave paperwork everywhere. One misfiled online document, and with my pack’s trackers cross-checking city data… we found them.”

Rylan grinned. “Finally.”

“And that’s not all,” I continued. “The house is only fifteen minutes from a university one that recently accepted a new student mid-semester.”

Rylan’s grin widened. “Clarice Silver, welcome to college.”

I stood, already reaching for my jacket. “I’m going to her.”

“Hold on,” Rylan said, grabbing my arm. “You can’t just burst into her classroom and go ‘hello mate, surprise.’ She ran from you once.”

“I know why she ran,” I growled, voice low. “Her fear isn’t of me. It’s of the bond. Of losing freedom. I won’t make the same mistake twice.”

Rylan observed me for a moment, then nodded. “Good. Because right now? You look like you’re seconds away from climbing through her classroom window.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

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The next challenge was getting close to her without setting off alarms literally and instinctively.

A random stranger hanging around campus would look suspicious.

But a new student?

Perfect.

My father had connections everywhere, even here. Within a day, my forged documents were prepared, my enrollment processed, and I had been smoothly inserted into Clarice’s department. Humans couldn’t question processes they didn’t understand, and supernatural connections were far more efficient than human bureaucracy.

Rylan handled the infiltration with a casual shrug.

“University admin people don’t get paid enough to argue with Alpha-level connections.”

And he was right.

By the next morning, we walked across campus disguised as ordinary transfer students. I had everything I needed:

A valid ID.

A class schedule that overlapped with hers.

A cover story.

And a concealment charm strong enough to suppress my wolf.

Rylan had insisted on that part.

“You walk onto a human campus with your Alpha aura unleashed,” he said, “and half the people will faint. The rest will run.”

“I don’t want to conceal myself from her,” I muttered.

“You have to,” he insisted. “Clarice ran because the mate bond overwhelmed her. If you drown her in Alpha pressure again, she’ll run a second time. And maybe this time she won’t stop.”

Those words hit painfully close.

So I agreed.

The charm dulled my wolf’s presence, muffled the overwhelming bond energy, and softened my natural intensity. I hated the feeling, like someone had locked my animal in a cage… but for her, I endured it.

Finally, we entered the building where her class was held.

Students whispered, stared, nudged each other apparently, Rylan and I caused a scene unintentionally.

But none of that mattered.

My focus sharpened instantly when her scent brushed the edge of my senses.

Soft.

Warm.

Familiar.

My mate.

And then I saw her.

Sitting in the classroom, head bent over her notebook, unaware that I had finally found her.

My chest tightened almost painfully. My wolf surged forward, slamming against the concealment charm, desperate to go to her. I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to breathe.

She’s right there.

Safe.

Alive.

Within reach.

I walked into the classroom.

Her scent grew stronger, nearly overwhelming my restraint. She didn’t look up right away — but when she did, her eyes brushed past me briefly, confused, almost unsettled.

Even with my wolf concealed, something in her still reacted.

Good.

I took my seat with a neutral expression, pretending not to notice her.

But inside, my thoughts were nowhere near neutral:

I found you.

You’re not disappearing again.

I’ll take my time if I have to.

I’ll approach you slowly.

Make you feel safe.

Make you trust me.

Make you fall for me not because of the bond, but because of me.

And if Adrian ever thought he could take my place.

I would end that idea before it even formed.

Rylan elbowed me lightly.

“You’re smiling,” he whispered.

I hadn’t realized.

“I’m thinking,” I muttered.

“Yeah,” Rylan said. “That’s what scares me.”

But for the first time since she ran…

I felt hope.

And determination hardened inside me like steel.

I found her.

And this time, I wasn’t letting her slip away.