The Alphas Dilemma

Chapter Thirty Seven

Chapter Thirty Seven

Emory's POV

What a day spoiler that f*****g dream was! It had been exactly three hours since I woke from that dream… sorry, a nightmare. I couldn't believe I allowed myself to dreame of that fucker.

Blood and fire, that was all I could see. I was angry and my vision was purely red. My wolf was bouncing everywhere in my head matching the blows I thrust to the punching bag.

No, I was not angry because I had a wet dream of Alpha Gilbert and me. Okay, maybe that would be the beginning of my bad day. To top it all up would be because of the news I just heard from my private investigator that I had tailed Alpha Gilbert and Jenny. The two fools were getting married in a week and I know when that bond is secured, it would be very hard to carry out my revenge because Jenny was one hell of a manipulative swine!

"I think that is enough" Alex said but I chose to ignore him.

"You will hurt your knuckles if you don't stop!" Stephanie complained

"Let me get hurt. At least I will have something meaningful to be pained about" I boycotted

"You'll rather punch this because of a prick like Gilbert?" Stephanie said again, concern clear in her voice.

"And what would you prefer I punch? Your face?" I snarled at her. I could see it on her face that she was truly acting out of concern, which made me feel guilty for snapping at her when her intent was pure and out of love." I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lashed out at you like that. I'm sorry, Sis"

"It's fine, Sis," Stephanie said and added a somewhat awkward laugh but I didn't press on further and continued to rain down punches on the punching bag. A few times, I kicked it too.

“How about I wrestle you little princess” Tristan, Alessandro's beta wheezed out and I stopped to send him a death glare. “you know I can take you out any day and any time” he further said. Without emitting a single word, I used my hands to beckon him to come up hither and he responded almost instantly.

“don't say I didn’t warn you” Alex called out to him laughing casually. I watched as Tristan climbed up into the ring and one of the pack’s servants brought his training kit for him to change into. He threw his first kick but I was quick to dodge. However, I didn’t see the punch that he threw next. His fist collided with my cheeks and I could swear I lost a couple of teeth. I spat out the liquid in my mouth and alas! It was blood.

“Come on Emory, you need to get your mouth treated” Stephanie cried out but I paid her no notice. “It could get infected, you know?” Stephanie said again. I turned to her to back off but soon I was the one backing off. Because my attention was solely on Stephanie, I didn’t see the punch that came again from Tristan. This one sent me directly falling to the ground once it touched my face. My head was burning! My vision blacked out! Everything looked blurry and the high-pitched voices in my ears sounded mushy as they crackled, however, the voice of one man remained to play in my head.

The voice of revenge!

I lay on the ground grimacing in pain as my body registered the pain from the hit. I turned my head around and saw Stephanie wearing a sour expression. Alessandro's face was expressionless. My gaze shifted before it finally landed on Tristan and he was smirking and waving at the audience. That fucker! He had the f*****g nerve to smirk? As I watched him smirk, my mind traveled back to Gilbert —the sheer reason why I embarked on this revenge course.

"Get up…. You can do it… don't give up… get up and avenge him… fight fight fight" the onlookers chanted.

"Get up and show him you ain't little. Your physique is, but not your wolf and definitely not your guts." A small voice whispered in my ears, causing me to sprout up in action. It was never too late. With a newfound alacrity and zeal, I got up and staggered a bit on my feet.

"You sure you want to go again, little…" the words didn't completely come out of Tristan's lips before I smacked him in the cheeks. He reeled back a little but quickly found his composure. "That's one hell of a hit, Emory" he sneered, spitting out blood and feeling his lower jaw. "Damn girl!"

"Remember, nothing too violent" Alessandro called out to Tristan as we rounded the ring jumping and stretching in warm-up… Tristan threw a punch but I duck backward and his arms come flying across my face. He threw another one and again I ducked. A cheering sound emanated from within the crowd.

We paced around the ring a few times, walking and jumping at intervals. I threw a kick and it hit Tristan in the nape of his neck. His neck seemed to make a cracking sound however when I moved closer to him to inspect it, he insisted he was fine. Shortly afterward, he got up again and after a few jumps, he swung his arms, and instead of fleeing, I crouched and jabbed him in the stomach, and elbowed his back before kneeling him where the sun didn't shine. He whimpered in pain and so did the crowd; only they had a different significance. Tristan crouched down and groaned repeatedly, holding his groin as he writhed in pain. I let go of him and he lazily fell to the ground holding his crotch.

I smirked at him with amusement, "next time you call me little, I won't be as gentle." I said and hold out my arm at him which he gladly and quickly accepted

"Let me look at that for you" I joked and he shoved my hand away from the waistband of his shorts.

"Don't you f*****g touch my prick" he choked out in almost unintelligible words."

"Of course not, I wouldn't do that for the world" I retorted and we both laughed before he leaned properly into me and I wrapped my hand around his torso pulling him closer to me.

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I entered the shower with my hair loose and flowing around and about my back. I felt alive, blissful, and stronger as the water poured over my body. When I was done, I stepped out of the bathroom and cleaned the steam off the shower. "I won't back down until I see you both ruined" I moved closer to the mirror. "I won't rest until I bring the killers of my parents to justice—I won't "

I opened a drawer and pulled out my first aid kit. After vaguely applying ointment on my knuckles and lips and some other places where I had bruises, I wrapped my knuckles with a bandage before putting on a white fluffy robe which was breezy, and comfy. After wearing my bathrobe, I headed back into my bedroom. I still had a few things to arrange, a few texts to send, and a few calls to make. I needed to set up a committee but I was yet to do so.

I had just lined my jotter pads and pen on my working table when my phone began to ring.

Zeem…zeem… zeem

My phone vibrated from the tabletop, a call from an unknown number was coming in…

"Hello, Emory Salvatore?" A familiar voice called from the other end of the call.

"Yes, this is her. How may I help you?"

"I have news concerning your missing friends"