25. Chapter 19
Zach
My adrenaline is pumping as I’m shifting in and out of my wolf form.
Sweat coats my skin and I’m shaking with fury.
Where is my baby Kay, and what has my father done with her?
This is all part of his game, his plan to make sure I bend at the knee.
I told my brothers it was time to take father off his high horse.
His ego is getting too big, thinking he controls everyone and everything.
The others just follow him like sheep being guided by the big bad wolf, pun intended.
The only way to fully stop him, is simply take him out, resolving the problem.
Then I can claim the crown that’s rightfully mine.
We talked about it all, and we decided we would all hold the crown this time as equals, something our father could never have done with his brothers.
My Alpha snarls in disgust. We know who has her, but where she is being kept is a whole different dilemma.
We cannot sense her nor hear her thoughts.
And the sneaky bastard is being quiet, too quiet.
My black slacks rustle and my black loafers scrape against the floor, as I swear I am wearing a path on to the hard wood, from pacing back and forth.
My mahogany desk sits against the glass window overlooking the city.
I just might have to call Evan. I have been trying to avoid it, with it being the Hail Mary, last ditch effort option.
I really don’t want to owe any more favors, but this time it might be unavoidable.
I puff my vape, trying to relax my nerves; my black dress shirt stretches against my rippling muscles as I tense and relax in a repeating motion.
That bastard. I really want to say I can’t believe he did this, but that would be a lie.
Knock knock.
I take one more puff and put it away in my slacks pocket. “Come in.”
Kaylynn
My back aches, and my thighs hurt from being crammed into this box. It’s been three days, three fucking days of hell. I’m only allowed out to pee, I’m provided a single piece of bread to eat and not nearly enough water, before I’m shoved back into my new home. A fucking casket .
I whine with uncertainty and the sense of dread that looms over me.
Where are my Alphas, and why haven’t they come for me yet?
Why can't I hear anyone? I have way too many questions and not enough answers.
I feel so helpless and lonely, which I can handle, but being scared is what is getting to me most. I am genuinely terrified.
My hair’s matted, and the leftover makeup that hasn't rubbed off completely, is smeared all over my face. I’m a total wreck and I’m not really sure how much more of this I can mentally take before I lose my shit.
I'm freaking out on the inside. Maybe I’ve already lost my shit, because all I can hear is this voice that keeps trying to tell me things.
Am I hallucinating? Probably, I really wouldn’t doubt it at this point.
My mind is my own worst enemy, and I’m probably just playing tricks on myself.
Every noise, even the slightest bit of movement, and I jump.
Tommy
What in the hell is going on? I’m seething with fury. Swish. My knife hits the target of my father’s face. ‘All in good time,’ I keep reminding myself, as I pace back and forth, throwing another knife. Swish.
I am anxious. I am furious. I hate not being in control of things.
And what happened the other day with The Order was a complete shit show.
How did we not know what father was up to?
He is usually so predictable. We usually know what the old bastard is up to before he shows up.
But not that night. He caught us all completely by surprise.
My wolf keeps coming to the surface, just begging to be released.
I’m scared that if I let him out, he will fully take over.
But if he takes over, there’s no guarantee when, or if , he will let the human side back in.
My wolf and I have a mutual agreement on a lot of things, and not giving him full control isn’t one of them.
I just can’t let him fully take over, at least not yet.
I smile, because the day I let him fully take over, will be the day he wreaks havoc, and he won’t stop until everyone is dead. I take a swig of my beer, looking my father’s target head in the eyes.
“You're dead to me.” I growl.