Chapter 46 CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
CAIUS
I smell her before I hear her. She didn’t waste time before making her way here. Being locked up must’ve been hell. Why would Clayton send her here knowing damn well that I don’t want her here? I turn the corner and find her with two pack guards. She’s agitated and her stance is violet. One wrong word or move from the guards and they’ll be mortally injured.
I didn’t put the guards there for her. I put them here for when the witches leave. Their main job is to listen for movement in the house. When they don’t hear movement or breathing for more than five minutes, they notify me. Unfortunately, Maeva won’t believe it.
She turns when she hears me coming.
“They won’t let me in.” she says.
“No one is allowed in.” I say calmly.
That’s all I’ve been doing the last two days, staying calm. This game I’m playing with Maeva is getting more dangerous. I’m becoming more animal than man when it comes to her so I must force myself to treat her with a certain level of coldness.
Some wolves don’t think there’s anything wrong with forcing themselves on their mates but I wasn’t raised like that.
“I am not just anyone.” She says and I see a flash of something unfamiliar in her eyes.
Is she acknowledging that she’s my mate?
“Don’t look excited. I am an alpha.”
So that’s what she means.
“You are. But you’re in my pack and in my pack, my wolves listen to me or my Luna. Get back to the pack house.”
“And do what!” she screams, enraged.
The guards silently start walking backwards. They think this is a matter between mates. It would be if she ever said she was my mate.
“No need. I’m going inside to hear what the witches have found out. She’s not to enter the house. Call for back up if you have to.” I say then walka into the house, ignoring her curses.
Is Clayton right? Am I hanging on to this bond that she clearly doesn’t want out of foolishness? I won’t force myself on her physically but at the end of it all, is that not exactly what I’m doing? I’ve tried to say the words that will severe our bond but I’ve never been successful. I take a deep breath and try to think straight. I need information from the witches to clear my mind and bring me back to focus.
I didn’t go back for news yesterday and this morning because I left the pack yesterday and went to the council for a meeting. Telling the council what happened over the phone was not enough. They needed to hear it from my mouth. I told them what happened and they offered ideas that I won’t be taking but I listened to so I wouldn’t offend anyone.
They plan to come tomorrow to see the bodies for themselves and speak to the witches. I don’t want them in my pack but Alpha Brent agreed with it and insisted.
They’re in the cell where the rogues were kept. The new witch turns first and smiles brightly at me. She seems more agreeable than the other witch but that maybe because she wants to fuck me.
“Good morning, Alpha.” She says in a syrupy sweet voice.
The witch snorts and turns to me, annoyance in her eyes.
“Where have you been? You said this was important to you and you’ve not been here since yesterday.”
I’m beginning to tolerate her dislike. It feels better than whatever the new witch is doing. I owe them an explanation. After all, this is a partnership and they need to report to their council. For them to do that, they need to report to me first.
“I had to speak with my council. I may be fast, but I cannot teleport to wherever I want to so I ran there and back. I came back this morning and pressing pack issues came up.”
“Pressing pack issues that include your mate?” she asks.
“What did you find?” I ask the good witch, dismissing the wicked witch.
I could use their names but I don’t want to. Witches don’t deserve it.
“The hearts of the rogues are heavily enchanted. We spent last night testing for different herbs and spells but so far, the only thing we found is a rejuvenation spell. It’s hard to imagine that a witch, even a dark witch, will make a rejuvenation spell for a rogue.”
“Worse still, the rejuvenation spell feeds off witches. Rogues don’t have conscious thought. I don’t think this is a work of a rogue. A sane wolf is behind this. But why would any wolf want a rogue army?” the new witch adds with a flirty smile.
The witch snarls at the flirty witch. “Elaine, the scent of his mate is on him. How are you acting male deprived in a situation like this?”
New witch’s face morphs into a contemptuous glare and she turns to old witch. “Unlike you, Moira, I can multitask.”
“Caius, that is all we were able to find out from the heart. We won’t be able to do more until more rogues attack.”
This is the second time she has used my name. Maybe I should use hers. Old witch and new witch is getting exhausting.
“How do you feel about being bait for more rogues? It’s obvious they need witches. What’s better than one witch?”
“Two witches.” Elaine says slowly.
“We need the council’s permission to do that.” Moira says, shifting uncomfortably.
I realize that she’s afraid. Maybe for the first time in her life, she was powerless against a foe.
“Like you needed their approval to enter a blood pact with him?” Elaine says.
It’s clear they used to be friends. Only people with history hate each other as much as they seem to hate each other.
“The rogues are impervious to your powers. You’ll be defenseless against them.” I say, coming to Moira’s defense.
My defense of her surprises the both of us.
“At the risk of sounding like a broken record, I am more powerful than Moira. If we come in contact with the rogues and it happens that my powers don’t work, I know how to handle myself.”
Moira grits her teeth and closes her eyes. I meet Moira’s eyes and open my mind to her for the first time.
“Are you sure this is the witch you want working with you?” I ask.
“She’s the only one who could have agreed to the blood pact without telling the council.” She says, her lips turning up in a smile.
I close my mind off and clear my throat. “I’ll be back. I need to inform the council and plan it with my pack warriors.
“We should be there for the planning.” Moira says.
Elaine’s eyes shines in excitement. This obvious fascination and obsession with fucking a werewolf is worse than the disgust Moira has with our kind. She can hate us but at least she’s not acting likes we’re nothing more than a release.
“I’ll think about it.” I say and leave.