His Irritation #2
“He’s getting worse… the only thing I can pride him on is that he is fair when it comes to the pack, and he’s studying hard,” Marcel growled.
“It’s that age. I’m sure he’ll come around, that, or he’ll get a mate who will fucking whip his ass into shape.”
“I want to see what girl can do that… she’s going to have to be extremely strong-willed,” Marcel sighed.
“Yeah, someone like Kiara. I don’t know how the fuck she fixed me up,” I agreed coldly, needing a fucking cigarette. Marcel chuckled dryly.
“Well, the Westwood women are something else.”
Yeah, they fucking are. Scarlett is even more fucking feisty and equally headstrong as her daughter.
I glanced over at him. Despite only being six years older than me, he looked aged.
He had lost his mate. There were signs that were bound to catch up.
Second-chance mates existed, but not everyone got one.
Life fucking sucked. If he took a chosen one, maybe things would get fucking easier?
But I also knew he was Marcel; he wasn’t over her…
many alphas took chosen mates just to keep their sanity.
“Come, I’ll show you to a room where you can shower, and then dinner will be ready.” I nodded, allowing him to lead the way.
Once I was left alone in a guest room, I took my phone out of my oversized shorts pocket. First, I checked for updates from the other men and filled them in on where I was and the plans for tomorrow. I sat down on the bed, lying back and feeling the tiredness in my bones.
I needed to talk to my nympho. How was she coping? Were the kids and Del doing okay? I called her, frowning when it went straight to the answering machine. Why the fuck was it turned off? I tried again, but nothing. The fuck?
I sat up, dialling Darien. He should be there.
His phone rang, but he didn’t answer. Worry began consuming me, and a thousand fucking scenarios rushed through my head.
Did something fucking happen? The only thing fucking keeping me from losing my shit was that I hadn’t felt anything through the link. Fuck.
I rang Scarlett next, my heart racing as I tried to tell myself they were okay. The witches did a fucking spell, right? Nothing should have fucking happened…
“Hello.” I closed my eyes. Never had I been fucking happier to hear her voice.
“Why the fuck is Kia’s phone off?” I growled.
“Hello to you, too, Alejandro.” The woman was so fucking antagonising at times.
“Pass it to Kiara.” Silence followed, and I clenched my jaw. Was she really fucking doing this? “For fuck’s sake, please?” I added coldly.
“I’m not asking you to be nice, Alejandro. It’s just that Kiara isn’t available right now,” she replied calmly. The fuck she means unavailable?
“Scarlett… where is Kiara?” My stomach twisted, my heart thumping with unease. Don’t fucking tell me she left…
“She went after Kataleya.”
I closed my eyes, my aura flaring around me as her words sank in. Fuck. Kiara was out there alone… phone off… with no one…
“She’ll be okay, Alejan-”
“Do not fucking tell me she’ll be okay when my daughter is out there alone, and now Kiara? Fuck, why did you let her go?” I hissed, standing up. I couldn’t stay here when she was out there alone.
“She’s a mother-”
“Who clearly had no faith in her mate,” I said icily.
I didn’t care if those words were harsh because what I felt inside… was fucking worse. I was doing my best… I fucked up… Kat was gone because of me, and now, Kiara decided to go look for her herself? I really wasn’t fucking enough, and it was clear she had no faith in me.
“Alejandro, please don’t think like that, she’s only-”
I cut the call. I did not need Scarlett talking shit to me. I needed to find Kiara now, too.
Fuck this.
My phone rang as I stood up, and I answered it after glancing at the name Elijah. I had half a fucking mind to let him know what his daughter had just done. Actually, I think I fucking will.
“What is it?” I asked coldly.
“I’m in Oxford, and there’s been a sighting that may or may not help. Someone said they saw a mass of reddish-coloured wolves, although the old man seemed to be a little lost in the head. I think it’s all we got to go on.”
“Perfect. I’ll head there now…” I closed my eyes, feeling some fucking hope… “By the way… Kiara left, and your mate allowed it. You know it’s not fucking safe out there,” I growled.
“What?” Elijah’s voice was sharp, and I could hear the irritation in it. I smirked coldly.
“Yeah, exactly. She doesn’t fucking listen. I’m going to send a team out to find her, and I’m coming down to Oxford. If we have a lead, I’m not wasting more time allowing my baby girl to be out there alone for longer than necessary.” Elijah sighed heavily.
“That makes sense… when you get here, you, Liam, and Rayhan can head forward. I’ll find Kiara.”
“Yeah, and let her know when I find her, she’s in fucking trouble,” I growled, hanging up.
My eyes blazed red. I swear if anything happens to her…. I closed my eyes, running a hand through my hair and trying to control my anger. I told her I couldn’t fucking focus if she was out there… I told her to stay…
I dialled Darien. That fucker didn’t answer because he was fucking scared, I knew that much...
“Hi, Alpha.”
“Hey, fucker. You couldn’t keep Kiara there?”
“Listen, she snuck out. No one realised…”
“Oh, yeah? I’ll be fucking sorting this shit out when I get home. For now, anything with my demand on the net?”
“Nothing, maybe he hasn’t seen it yet,” Darien said, clearly nervous.
“Push for it to get more fucking exposure. I want my girl back by all fucking means.” I ripped open the door to the bedroom and stormed downstairs.
“Al… didn’t you shower or-”
“I need to go. Kiara left to look for her, too, and Elijah may or may not have found a lead. You don’t come, you need your fucking rest.”
Not waiting for a reply, I shifted and rushed from the house.
I spotted Leo sitting high up in a tree, smoking a cigarette as I ran past. My only aim was to get to Oxford and pray that my baby girl was somewhere there.
As for Kiara… I frowned deeply. No matter how fucking pissed I was at her, the worry for her safety clawed at my mind and chest. Fuck, why was she so damn reckless?
The trees were a blur as I zoomed through them as fast as I could. The moon was hidden mostly by clouds, and the night was still, yet that burden that hung above my head was fucking looming heavily. I needed to fix this shit.