Mom Is Mated To The Alpha

Chapter15 I want to know

"f**k! STUPID b***h!" Duncan roared, his anger a tangible force. He pressed his hand against his right eye, the bleeding refusing to stop.

"I'm still on the street," he thought, his mind fixated on Lizzie. "I want that b***h, and I want her to be mine."

He was back in his car, the adrenaline coursing through him. The back passenger door opened. "What the hell happened? I thought you were going to leave to go to your own pack," a voice said from behind him.

Duncan growled, his voice a low rumble. He didn't care if the speaker was an elder.

"She took my eye out, you piece of crap. You might be the elder of my uncle's pack and in charge of them, but you're not in charge of me," Duncan snarled. "Anyway, why are you following me? You're risking a lot coming here to me. Someone may have seen you."

The elder huffed out. "I am an elder of the pack, but you give me the respect I deserve. That Lycan needs to be dealt with. He wants her soon," he said. "As for anyone seeing me leave, I'm on my way back to the elders. No one knows about this."

"Why does he want her anyway?" Duncan asked, his curiosity piqued.

"I don't know, and I don't care. He's taking care of my problem. Drake needs to take a wolf, not that half-breed," he said. "I took care of the mother with the help of Olga."

Duncan looked at the elder in his rearview mirror, thinking the old man was nuts.

"What did that witch do?" Duncan asked, but the smile that spread across the elder's face said it all.

"I made a deal with the devil, and she helped Lolita and myself get what we want," he said. He looked at Duncan and grimaced at the sight of his eye. "That ain't going to heal. You'll have a scar. You need to go back to him," he said.

The elder opened the car door and was about to get out when he stopped. "Oh yes, is the she-wolf dealt with?"

Duncan looked at him and grinned. "Of course, she won't be saying anything."

"You need to leave. Everything is falling into place now," he said as he exited the car and leaned over the door to look at Duncan.

"I would say it was a pleasure, but it wasn't," he said, slamming Duncan's car door shut.

Duncan watched the elder climb into the SUV parked behind him and drive away. He looked back at the house, his anger simmering.

He growled, a low, guttural sound. He placed a bandana over his eye. It would have to do until he got back to his pack.

He started the engine and paused. "I will have you, panther, I promise you that," he said, his voice filled with a dangerous promise.

He turned the car around and headed in the opposite direction, his mind consumed by Lizzie.

.......

On the pack house.

Alicia watched in disbelief as Drake threw things around his room, his anger a raging storm. It was like a hurricane had swept through his space, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

"I can't believe what I'm seeing," she thought, her heart pounding in her chest. It was surreal, almost like watching a scene from a movie, except this was all too real.

"Guards, hold him! I need to sedate him," the pack doctor shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. The urgency in his voice was palpable, and the guards moved with a swiftness that suggested they were used to dealing with such situations.

Five guards wrestled Drake to the ground, their combined strength finally subduing him. It was a struggle, a chaotic dance of limbs and bodies, but they managed to get him under control. Dave glared at him, his face contorted with fury. It was clear that he was deeply upset by what had happened. As soon as the guards had a firm grip on Drake, Dave punched him in the face.

It was a swift, powerful blow, delivered with the force of a man who was holding back a torrent of rage. Before Drake could react, the doctor plunged a needle into his arm. Drakes' eyes closed, and he fell asleep, his body succumbing to the sedative. The guards picked him up and placed him on his bed, their movements careful and efficient. The doctor drew some blood, his movements precise and practiced.

"I'll find out what's in his system," he said, turning to leave with his assistant trailing behind him. It was clear he was determined to get to the bottom of this, to understand what had happened to Drake.

Alpha Rudolf slumped in the chair by the window, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion. "How the hell did this happen?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief. It was a question that echoed in everyone's minds, a question that demanded an answer.

"How did that slut manage to drug him and seduce him?" he continued, his anger palpable. It was clear that he held the woman responsible for Drakes' condition in contempt.

"She must have poured it into his beer," Paolo said, pulling Alicia into him, wrapping his arms around her. She could tell he was furious, his body tense with anger. He sniffed her neck, and she could feel him relax against her, seeking comfort in her presence.

"Why would she do such a thing?" Luna Lorein asked, her voice seething with anger. It seemed to be more than just her son's well-being that was fueling her rage. It was a deep, personal anger, a mother's fury at the betrayal of her son.

She looked at Alicia, and Alicia smiled, trying to offer a gesture of comfort and support. But Lorein looked away, her gaze fixed on something else. "I best go and make sure that Gregory is alright. Rudolf, dear, you should come too."

Alpha Rudolf looked at Luna Lorein and then back at his son. He nodded to her, his expression grim. Both of them left the room, their steps heavy with concern.

Alicia looked around the room, taking in the aftermath of the chaos. Dave took the chair that the alpha had just vacated, his gaze fixed on the unconscious Drakes. Paolo was still holding her, his grip tight, as if he was afraid to let go.

Katelyn was standing in the corner, glaring at Dave, her expression filled with a mixture of anger and confusion.

"Why didn't you tell me? Drake has a mate. Who is she?" Katelyn asked, her voice sharp, her frustration evident.

"I made a promise with Drake not to say anything to anyone about her. It's complicated," he said, his voice low, his gaze fixed on Drake.

"How the hell is it complicated?" she shouted, her frustration growing. It was a question that echoed in Alicia's own mind.

Alicia was starting to lose it with them now. Her Lycan was growling loudly in her head, a primal instinct rising within her.

Dave didn't say anything. He just stared at his friend, his expression unreadable. It was as if he was lost in his own thoughts, unable to process the events that had unfolded.

"Dave, don't ignore me," she shouted, her voice rising in anger. It was a cry of frustration, a plea for understanding, for someone to acknowledge her presence, her feelings.