The Midnight Foxxx

Chapter 31

MADDOX

My heart is beating a mile a minute as I walk back to the office. My wolf is going crazy, demanding we go back. He paces back and forth, restless and agitated. A groan slips past my lips as I flop down into my office chair.

“What the f**k,” I rub my eyes, while leaning forward, resting my elbows on the desk. What the hell have I gotten myself into? I knew Vixen’s situation had to be bad, but Goddess. I was not anticipating that. Collared like a damn dog. Imprisoned to a single building for an entire decade. Doesn’t even have clothes for f**k’s sake. That pathetic excuse of a shirt is more holes than fabric and was at least two sizes too big. The only thing that seems to fit properly are her boots.

‘Asher.’

‘What’s up?’ The Beta responds immediately.

‘I need you back at the house ASAP.’

‘Be right there,’ I continue with the pile of paperwork on my desk, though my thoughts are elsewhere and don’t get much done.

“Madds?” Asher pokes his head through the door with a soft knock. I grunt for him to enter.

“Why is Wilder throwing a fit in his room?” I make eye contact with the blonde.

“I banished him,” I say bluntly.

“s**t,” he curses, “I thought we were waiting a little longer?”

“He barged in while I was talking with Vixen. He got pissed, swore at her, insulted her, was insubordinate to me… I had enough,” residual anger bubbles to the surface.

“Need me to escort him out?” he’s wearing a poker face, but sadness shows through his eyes.

“No, I won’t make you do that. I’ll have someone else do it. I have something else for you to take care of,” Asher raises an eyebrow quizzically.

“Vixen is going to stay here. I don’t know for how long, but I want you to keep an eye on her. Get her anything she needs, starting with finding her some clothes. These are her sizes,” I hand him the note with messy yet curvy and cute handwriting on it. The blonde looks at it briefly before meeting my gaze again.

“Yeah, I can do that. Is… is she okay?”

“f**k, man,” a heavy sigh leaves my lungs, “She’s been basically enslaved for the last decade. The club owner has her soul, and she doesn’t even remember why or how. She’s literally collared like a f*****g dog and the only clothes she has is what’s on her back.”

“Tell me you're kidding?” he says in disbelief.

"I wish I f*****g was, man," I rub my temples.

"Okay... Yeah. I'll make sure she's comfortable," The Beta assures me before exiting the room. The mountain of paperwork in front of me flutters in the gentle breeze caused by the door. My mind is a jumbled mess and my wolf continues to pace restlessly. Any hope of focusing on work is out the window.

Frustration wins out and I stand from my desk. There’s muffled cursing when I enter the hallway and make my way towards it. A crack has formed in Wilder’s door from being slammed earlier. I run a hand over the damaged wood and take a deep breath before entering. Wilder’s room is a disaster. Broken glass litters the floor. Clothes are strewn everywhere. The bed is flipped over, and the bedding is torn to shreds. Fist-sized holes dot the walls. The Gamma sits on the floor in the middle of the chaos. He has his knees up, arms draped over them with head hung low and face hidden.

“Wilder,” the red head looks up at me, resentment burning in his eyes.

“What do you want?” he grumbles.

“Are you done throwing a tantrum?” I ask, voice thick with condescension.

"f**k you," the heat behind his words is scathing.

"f**k me? No, f**k YOU, man. I gave you so many chances to clean up your act," I meet his burning glare.

"You've never had an issue with my behavior before! What's f*****g changed? You that desperate to get into that w***e's pants?" Fury blazes over my skin like a wildfire. Muscles and tendons ripple as my body begins to shift against my will, my wolf's wraith engulfing all rational thought.

"Whoa, whoa, woah! Calm down!" Wilder panics and backs away. I can't stop the transformation. Clothes rip and tear as my body grows and rearranges itself. My back hits the ceiling, plaster crumbles and cracks under the pressure. A deep guttural growl vibrates in my chest and a snarl curls my lips.

“Madds, come on man,” Wilder has backed himself into a wall, arms raised in surrender. I approach slowly, head lowered and hackles raised like a predator hunting its prey. Sharp teeth snap at the cowering Gamma, who yelps pitifully and presses himself closer to the wall. Standing over Wilder, he looks small and pathetic. I lean down until my muzzle is inches from his throat. The scent of fear rolling off him is pungent and tickles my nose. The satisfaction of it puts a wolfish grin on my face.

‘I’ve had enough of your s**t Wilder,’ I sink my teeth into his shoulder and lift him up til his feet are no longer touching the ground. He cries out in pain and flails his legs uselessly.

‘I’m tired of you undermining my authority. I’m tired of your disrespect to not only me, but to women,’ I bite down harder to express my seriousness.

“f**k! I’m sorry!” He yells, but it falls on deaf ears. I’m tired of the empty apologies. It’s a tight squeeze in this form, but I drag him through the door, the fame and drywall splintering as I force my way through. “Dude, stop! What the f**k are you doing?” Wilder continues to squirm in my jaws, “Hey! Hey! Help me!” I glance down the hall to see who he’s talking to. Vixen stands in the door of her room, eyes wide and mouth dropped open in shock. I growl in warning and the Gamma promptly closes his mouth. The raven-haired woman hesitantly steps forward, her hands clenched tightly into fists.

“Oh, thank Goddess, maybe he’ll listen to you,” Wilder whispers in relief. Once Vixen is standing directly in front of us, she gestures with her hand for me to come closer. I comply and lower my head, putting myself and Wilder at her height. Ruby eyes scan over the shorter male appraisingly, her face expressionless.

“Tell him to let me go,” he hisses and Vixen smirks, a spark of mischief flickers in her eyes.

“Hold him still,” she instructs, and I lock my jaw.

“Wha-“ a fist collides with Wilder’s face, a sickening crack comes from his nose, “f**k!” I can’t help but chortle at the fiery woman’s display.

“f**k you, man, are you laughing at this?” The red-head protests.

“You laughed when you beat me,” Vixen says coldly before kneeing him in the groin, “Don’t you remember?”

“f**k!” Wilder goes to double over, but I hold him up. “Go to Hell! I should have hit you harder.” I growl and sink my fangs deeper into his shoulder.

“Dammit! I hate both of you!” He roars, and I lift him off the floor again.

“Feelings mutual. I’ll see you in Hell,” is the last thing Vixen says before going back to her room. My eyes linger on the swell of her ass and the sway of her deliciously wide hips as she walks away.

‘It’s time for you to leave.’

Navigating through the house in this large form is difficult and grabs a lot of attention from other pack members. Wilder curses at the stares, making a scene as he kicks and screams in my jaws. I roll my eyes and make the long walk down the driveway. I dump him at the end of the road, tumbling gracelessly to the ground. He stays there, not bothering to move. I try to give a genuine goodbye, but he refuses to speak or even look at me. Conflicting feelings brew turmoil in my heart, sadness at losing a friend and hate for the disgusting person that he became. I walk away and don’t look back.

“I never want to see you again."