Chapter-36
AMBROSE'S POV
Ahh, why does my head feel like it has been bashed with a stick repeatedly? I groaned, holding my head before opening my eyes.
I blinked at the bright light, wincing slightly.
After some time, I opened my eyes wide open and looked at the surroundings. This... This looks like Valerie's apartment.
What am I doing here? The last time I remember, I went to that pub to find the link that could take me to the person who knew something about who might've used this trick on us.
"Valerie? Are you here, sunshine?" I groaned.
"Valerie?"
Why is she not replying now? Is she sleeping? What time is it? Damn, this headache is killing me.
Knock! Knock! The sound of someone knocking interrupted my thoughts, and I sighed before standing with great difficulty. Maybe Valerie had gone out, and I had locked the door in sleep? And now she is back?
Geez! Why can't I remember a single thing?
Knock! Knock!
"Coming!" I raised my voice before sighing.
Why am I shouting at her for my headache?
I was about to reach the door when it opened from the other side, and I rolled my eyes.
Please don't tell me she could open the door all the time but chose to annoy me first thing in the morning.
Huh, again, why am I so irritated today? This headache is surely the one to blame for it.
I was hoping to see my sunshine who could lighten up my mood, but the person I saw next made me halt and raise my brows, the anger, and irritation coming back in force.
"How did you enter? And if the door was unlocked, why were you knocking? Are you getting off by annoying me first thing in the morning?" I looked at George, who observed me as if observing an animal who would react anytime.
"What's with your staring? I am already annoyed because of this headache, don't add more to my plate," I groaned before slouching on the couch and looking around me.
Something was different. Valerie's smell was quite faint in the apartment like she had stepped inside for more than eight hours or so. Has she slept out? If yes, what the hell am I doing here?
I looked around to pick up my phone, but the scene registered in my mind, and I narrowed my eyes even more.
"The hell happened here!" I asked George.
Things were all distorted and broken as if a fight had broken here earlier. Did something happen before I arrived here? Or was it after I arrived?
Why do I not remember anything?
"You don't remember anything, alpha?" George asked me warily, and I didn't like the suspicious tone he was using at me.
What did he mean I didn't remember anything? How the hell does he know that?
"Can you just come straight to the point rather than going in circles? I don't remember anything. It's like everything after I entered the club is a blurred mess," I groaned, trusting my beta-less-friend with telling me everything needed.
"I won't go into details because I can clearly see that you are in no right state of mind to hear them all.
Long story short, we went to that club to get hints on who could be the person who dared to make this kind of move on us. I don't know if you drank something or sniffed something, but you lost your control," George said, and I waited for him to come to the bad part.
"You lost control of your wolf and caused a ruckus. It was a very hard thing to control you last night. You almost shifted into a club full of humans, and it's not even the worst part," he looked at me with a little wariness.
"What else did I do, George?" I asked, and he thinned his lips.
"You came here. You came and blamed Valerie because she was calling you to know if you were alright. Honestly, even if you lost control, I hadn't expected this from you. I thought your bond was strong enough to tackle such measly things, but maybe I was wrong," George's words shocked me.
Did I blame Valerie? For what? She didn't even do anything. Was I really not in my right mind last night?
"What exactly did I do, George?" I closed my eyes to hear the horror of what I might've done
"You called her nonsensical and delusional. She was calling you to ask about your health since she didn't have a good feeling, and you said she had attachment issues. When she told you to talk later, you growled at her and asked if she was waiting for her real husband to come and you were nothing more than a stoppage to cure her desires. You also said something else that didn't make any sense to me," the more George said, the angrier I became.
"You asked Valerie to drink your blood because that's the kind of monster she is because that's the reason she is with you," George ended, and I knew I screwed up big time.
No. This wasn't something that can be cured with an apology. I don't even know what got into me. Was it really me last night? Why can't I remember any freaking thing?
I know I should blame my wolf for that, but I can't. Among the two of us, I know he loves and would lay his life for Valerie more than me. There is no way he would hurt Valerie like that.
Something must have happened. I need to think about it carefully. What was the first thing I did after entering the club? Whom did I meet? Did I drink something or had someone shoot me with something? Was there injecting included, or was it purely the smell?
I had to think about all the possibilities, and it irked me that I wasn't able to get anything to my mind. It was like a complete blackout.
"Alpha, where are you going?" George looked at me with concern as soon as I stood, and I glared at him.
"Can't you figure it out? I have to find Valerie and make things alright. I can't let her stay another second in the misunderstanding of what was wrong with me last night. It would be okay if she wouldn't want to talk to me and hate me for some time. I will try to woo her and get her to trust me again, but I need to explain everything to her first," I said.
Now I know why Valerie's scent is so faint in the apartment. She must've left after I went crazy on her. I don't blame her. I am already lucky that she didn't fight me because I am sure the outcome would've been ugly and unforgivable from her side.
"Alpha, you won't be able to find her," George's words made me stop in the gateway.
"What do you mean I won't be able to find her?" I narrowed my eyes.
"About that, you kind of tried to force yourself on Valerie is not a good way and raised your hand at her. Logan came at the same time and punched you square in the face. That's how you got knocked out. He took her away," George said, and as if things weren't ugly enough, he had to add this to my plate.
"He took her away? Where? This is her apartment, isn't it? He changed her residence? Or did he take her to any hotel or motel?" I asked George, and the expression on his face was exactly the thing I wasn't looking for.
"He took her back to the council, sir," George said, and a low growl reverberated in my chest.
"How dare he take her away from me!" I raised the chair and threw it across the room.
"Because you weren't able to control yourself, sir. You were harmful to Valerie. I have seen the expression on her face when Logan was taking her away. I was coming to get you when Logan told me everything. In my time of knowing her, I haven't seen Valerie sad like this," George said, and it was as if someone pulled a string in my heart.
", She wasn't crying, but she wasn't smiling either. Her eyes held that kind of emotion that you have when someone breaks your trust and heart," George said, and I hummed.
"Can you arrange for my departure?" I asked, and he raised his brows at me.
"I think I and the council need to have a good talk about the attack on our pack, and I need to get back my wife," I said, and he smiled before nodding.
"I will make the arrangements, sir," he bowed to me and left, making me slump on the chair.
Whatever happened wasn't good and I swear once I find out who did this, I am not going to leave that person alone.