The Alpha's Missing Pups

Stay With Me

Layla pov

It was a long dining hall, with everything archaic placed in it, and these two decided to sit before me, hands clasped together. I can't count how many times they have smooched; more like she has smooched him in my presence. I could tell it was forced from the way Rome jolts slightly each time.

I know him too well to know when he's comfortable or not, when he wants something or not, but that's passed now. I don't care; they should be the least of my worries. After pricking a pickle with my fork, I placed it in my mouth. I should definitely find a place to stay, maybe a motel or something.

Staying here was never what I intended; I just have to be sure he’s getting things done. “So how far have you gone with the search?” I said, he unclasped his hands from her as he placed one on his jaw, then the other, weighing the weight of his phones.

“All that’s necessary would be done before the day runs out; we would have a starting point,” he said. I could feel the pace of my heart decrease as he said those reassuring words. All I wanted to hear was that my babies were alive and well and would be back to me, like they should.

“Well, I look forward to knowing your plans; I will be back tomorrow to go over them,” I said, wiping my mouth with the napkin provided. He then stands from the chair and asks, "Where are you going?" like he wasn't aware I wouldn't stay here.

“ out of here,” i said, moving further away from him ,

“Stay with us,” he said again. He says something that makes me rethink if it's Rome I am currently speaking "Stay with us," he said again. He says something that makes me rethink if it's Rome I am currently speaking with. "Oh, thanks,“ I said, waving at him from behind without even looking at him.

“She can't stay here,” she strikes again, making me halt. Is she always this repulsive? Turning, I stare at her directly, bitter words agitating the verge of my tongue. “She can't stay here,” she repeats, but I don't say anything. Instead, I look at Rome, who now has a crossed look. He sighs. I would be exhausted if I were to be in his position; that's his burden, not mine.

“If you stay here, it would be better and easier to get information, and if need be, we could go together to find them’’, he said. I could see a lot of sense in what he had said, but his little lady won’t be finding it funny like I am, as she was up on her feet.

“There are phones for that.”

“Stay Layla”, Rome said, thinking about it. Maybe I should. I could ask him about his plans, and being here keeps me safe as I might be a target to whoever took my babies. They must know they weren’t purebred werewolves; they were mixed and extremely different. I could tell just by having them inside me.

“Seriously, her words over mine?” She retorted, pained. I want to assure her I have nothing to do with her newly found partner, but instead, I sigh. I owe her no explanation. Having her here would be more of a delay than a help in finding my children.

“ thanks for the offer; i would have to stay.” She was quick to cut me off, saying, “You wouldn't succeed even if you tried.” Her tone was buttered with hate and I regret even thinking of having a single understanding with her in the first place

She tosses her napkin as she finds her way out of the dining room. “Seems you've got your hands full already,” I said to him, but he just passed a faint smile. He has been the one to always retort each time, but now he stares at me for the longest time.

Making me wonder if I had something on my lips as I rubbed my fingers across my lips, he passes a smile. “You didn't change,” he said, quite different from what I expected.

“ in positive or negative way? ” I asked

“Both,” he said. I don't know if that's a good compliment or a bad one, but i pass a smile as i took my seat before him., “ how have you been” he said, i arch a brow at him, that’s the wrong question at the wrong time, he doesn’t need to know how I feel but with the way he look at me, I just can’t , i replied “ fine”

“You toughened up,” he said, but I didn't reply. As I tried thinking of something to say, he still looks as good as the day I left, mind-blowing good, smiles as good, talks as good, and I could almost say his presence affects me like it did, but I won't.

“How have you been?” he asked. That should have been a question he would have asked when he made me worry about being alive. Looking at the deserted plate, I popped a chip in my mouth, not ready to give a reply if it didn't concern the freedom of my children.

“Why didn't you tell me when you were pregnant? I wouldn't have let you go.”

“ but you did, didn't you, Rome? i had no one; i had no mother; i have totally no one, and not for once did you compensate me for being submissive, even after the hurt everyone cast on me; i am not a rogue, but yet can’t be accepted in a park. Do you want to know why?”

Choked up in my words, I cleaned my eyes with the back of my palm. “I am sorry, I just have no excuse,” he said, trying to reach out for my hands, but I pulled away the moment I found he wanted to. “Let's just focus on what I want for the first time, shall we?" He nods, then retreats.

“We would get our children, I promise, and I would make it up to you even if it cost me my life.” More tears seeped down my left eye as I tried so hard to restrain myself. I promised myself I wouldn't cry anymore, I wouldn’t beg for his promises, I wouldn’t beg to be protected, but I wanted that closure for so long; I wanted him; I desired a mate who would feel that gap, but here he was, trying to win me back after these past years.

The sound of shuffling feet pulled my attention to the perplexed man approaching; he had a dreadful look on his face. “Alpha Rome, there's a wolf here to see you,” he said. I join him with the bead of perspiration on his forehead; he must be unsettled. Rome looks at me, then back at the man

“His name?”

“He wouldn't tell us his name,” he replied.

“ Let him in, he says, looking at rome and then at me apologetically, scampering backwards, The wide door opens again, and a man dressed in a black shirt and obviously well-polished shoes walks in.

He had his hand sleeves half folded, showing his tattoos, which end at his wrist. I could tell he wasn't just an ordinary wolf with the way he smells, the way he walks into the tone chamber like he wouldn’t be dead if he angered the alpha, and just as Rome held his defense tight, readying his stance.

He stood before us with a little grin, which would never be mistaken as a smile, He took one of the dining chairs, he took a seat before clasping his hands on the table.

“I am here to help you find your children,” he said.