The Alphas Daughter

This hurts

*trigger. Child loss*

After a few days of hiding away in my apartment with James and Elliott, spending time together being a happy little family. I knew I had to burst my own bubble and go and find Mark and Beth. I wanted to know about my niece, my feelings were still hurt, and I knew hearing details were going to hurt more. My life changed the moment I knew she was dead. I had tried to press James for details about her and her passing but he said it wasn’t his place to say, and I guess with Mark being his Alpha and Beth his Luna he has to respect them.

I hadn’t seen Zac since the night he told me about his dad selling all of our stuff. I was growing concerned as he hadn’t replied to any of my text or answered my calls. I knew he was devastated about what his dad had done, but he would always confide in me about any issues he had, and the fact he was MIA was really starting to stress me out.

I grab my phone off of the kitchen counter and stab out a text to Zac.

You seriously need to call me NOW! This isn’t like you Zac. You’re scaring me.

Please answer me, even if it’s to tell me to f**k off. I just need to know you’re okay!

Ri x

James could obviously sense my stress, he plonks himself down next to me and hands me a coffee.

“What’s up, talk to me” he sighs

“Where do I start?” I laugh at him

“I’m all ears” he smiles back

“Well… I have to go and talk to Mark and Beth at some point about Rosa, but I know it’s going to be painful for them, I just feel I have a right to know. And now Zacs gone MIA and I’m really worried about him”

“Do you want me to send some soldiers out to look around the grounds for him” James asks

Our pack land was one of the largest, it was basically a community and it was pretty easy to go and not be found but yet still be on pack land.

“Please” I smile at James

“Okay. I need to go to my office anyway so I’ll send a parole out to look for him” he says kissing me on my head as he gets up to leave.

This is the first time we would of been apart since my fathers funeral and I feel anxiety build in my chest

“Snap out of it Ri, you moron” Romy growls. She’s always been an independent woman and gets so pissed off any time I show any emotion apart from anger!

I get myself and Elliott dressed and head down to Marks office. I ask Elliott to wait outside with the guard

I hesitate to knock on the door, but I know I need to talk to him. my knuckles lightly hit the door; I hear a stern voice from behind the door

“Enter” Mark demands

As I open the solid wooden door I’m greeted to a stressed looking Mark. He doesn’t look up from the paperwork strewn all over his desk.

“Hi”

Mark looks up at me, his expression says he’s shocked to see me, or pissed off. Not too sure yet.

“How can I help” he asks

“I’ve not come to argue. I’ve come to apologise” I say

“Hmm, what for?” He asks sarcastically

“Mark, I am so so sorry about Rosa, and I shouldn’t of reacted like that, but my heart broke when I read that headstone” I explain

He doesn’t reply

“Look, I want to know about her, every little detail. The thought of a baby girl, your baby girl…”

“Please stop” he says with his eyes still fixed to his paperwork

“Fine, I’ll stop. But I want to know about her Mark” I say rooted to the spot

“And what do you want to know? The fact my daughter drowned in the pool, or the fact that when I needed you most you wasn’t here?” He says calmly

My breath has literally vanished and I can feel my chest go tight. She drowned? My eyes filling with tears.

“I’m sorry Mark” I say over and over again.

“I know you are Riley, but you being sorry isn’t going to bring my daughter back. And I would appreciate if you didn’t say anything to my wife. She struggled enough, without you bringing everything back up again. Please just go”

I do as he asks and I leave, I grab Elliott’s hand and i walk, fast. Elliott asks me to slow down, but I can’t.

The one place I loved the most in the pack house, the one place I felt at peace is now the place that bring me and my family sheer pain.

As I walk out of the pack house towards the forest I pass the place that stole Rosa, I can’t even bare to look at the pool. The death trap. And then a memory enters my head. Mark and Elliott playing in the pool together, I can’t even begin to imagine how painful that was for my brother to get into that pool with my son, the pit of water that stole his precious baby girl, the tears just keep flowing and they won’t stop. Before I know it James is walking towards me as I’m now dragging poor Elliott across the grass.

“Ri. What wrong” he asks seeing the tears falling down my cheeks.

“She died in the pool.” I sob

James grabs me and pulls me into a tight hug.

“Babe, I’m so sorry” he says as he lets me sob uncontrollably into his shoulder

Poor Elliott has no idea what’s going on and is stood quietly by my side.

I feel him tugging onto my top and when I look down he looks up at me and says

“Mummy, Zacs hurt. My mind just told me.”

Me and James stare at each other. What does he mean his mind just told him I ask James.

“We need to find Zac NOW” James says with urgency in his voice.

This cannot be happening. This cannot be happening. This cannot be happening.