The Alpha's fragile mate

Chapter 5

Xavier ' pov

As darkness enveloped me, I found myself back in the midst of my past, a haunting landscape of memories I had long tried to forget. The air was thick with tension, and the familiar scent of fear clawed at his senses. I stood frozen in place, watching helplessly as scenes from my past unfolded before me like a twisted play. The echoes of shouts and screams of the pack as they fought to save their families, the painful howling of mates at the loss of partners reverberated in my mind, each one a painful reminder of the horrors I had endured. Suddenly, I was back in the midst of battle as I watched my father taking his last breath at the mercy of the one he called his brother, the deafening and pain-filled roar of my mother at the loss of her mate drowning out all other sounds. My heart pounded in my chest as I desperately tried to navigate through the chaos, my senses overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of war. But amidst the chaos, there was one image that stood out with chilling clarity—the lifeless body of my mother as she had taken her own life, her lifeless eyes staring back at him. Guilt and sorrow washed over me like a tidal wave, threatening to engulf me in its suffocating embrace. I shook my head as I tried to convince myself that this was just a bad dream, but the sight of my mother and cries of pain told me otherwise if my hands passed through the apparition as if it were nothing but smoke and shadow. Tears welled up in my eyes as I watched helplessly, a silent witness to the pain and suffering that changed my life. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the nightmare was over. I woke up drenched in my own sweat, gasping for breath in the darkness of his room. I could barely get any sleep, which has been the usual since the incident that changed my whole life, and I still blamed myself every single day for being such a weakling. Maybe father was right. I was nothing like him. Maybe that's why he hated my guts. I thought as I laid down in my own sweat, how can it feel so real every damn time. I walked in the bathroom standing in front of the mirror as my hands traced through the scars along with memories of how they came about. I was caught out of my thoughts as my beta Adrian mind linked me of a rouge caught in our borders. I sprang to my feet and first walked to my beloved mate's room, and there she was sleeping calmly. I lay in to inhale her scent, which effortlessly calmed my wolf. I kissed her on her forehead and quietly left, not before taking a last look at her, knowing I would be having a busy day, after which I went straight to the pack dungeon as my wolf breathed in anger, already missing the touch of our mate.

I walked into the dungeon, which was dark and cold. The only source of light came from the back room. Which was the torture room. The screams and shouts of the rouge caught could be heard entering the room. I saw my long-time friend who was also my beta, Adrian, standing at his impressive height hovering over a cowering body that was already a bloody mess strapped to a chair in the middle of the room.

“ What do we have here Adrian," I said as, I swaggered up next to him. “This dead ass rogue was caught in our borders“ Adrian spat out, his face screwed into a frown. I slowly picked up a machete that was lying on the table close by with other instruments.

“Oh god ! Please, I have a wife and kids. Please don't kill me, I am begging" he gurgled out through the blood in his mouth.

“ Tell me what I want to hear ”, I calmly started. He looked around frantically, his small eyes bugging out of his caramel coloured face, blood seeping out his mouth into his mustache as he shook his head.

“So you are telling me that you refuse to tell me who sent you. Is that what you are getting at ? I roared at him as I swung the machete and brought it down on his arm, severing his arm at the shoulder from his body. Blood splattered on my clothes and face, a blood-curdling scream could be heard from the man flopping around in pain. I stood back and laughed at his stupid act of being a hero . If he had just given up the name, he wouldn't be missing an arm. I would have killed him, but just not as painful. I reached forward and squeezed his throat, cutting off his screams.

“ Tell me what I want to hear before I cut off your other arm” I spat out.

“It - it's Giovanni Romanov! It's him. He came to me a few weeks ago and offered me a job to spy on you and your pack activities in exchange for a lot of money. Please let me go, that's the truth“ he coughed out. I lost it. I screamed out in anger as I severed his head from his body.

“How dare he” I thought as I stormed out of the dungeon and walked straight home. I need my mate right now.

I took a quick bath to wash off the blood as i didn't want to scare her, and then strolled to her room and gently opened to see my angel who I don't deserve lying peacefully. I walked up to her and tucked myself into the far end of the bed in other not wake her up, I felt peace as I inhaled her scent, what would I do without her, I thought as I slept peacefully after a long time. She is

definitely my peace.