ALPHA MARCELLUS STORM
Marcellus was sure that he was going crazy. The fact that his wolf agreed with him didn’t help the matter. In fact, it just made things all that much worse.
Well, at least they were back on speaking terms, their mutual want, need and desire to finally locate their mate overpowering everything.
What are you doing?
Paperwork. What does it look like I’m doing? Marcellus replied dryly as he sank further into his chair and stared down at the large stack of papers in front of him.
It was college application time which meant that it would be a busy couple of weeks for Marcellus and Dalton as they had to work through transfers for those wolves that wished to attend a college out of state and in another pack. More than difficult, it was a tedious task and a time of year which Marcellus found himself dreading each and every time.
It looks like you’re not trying to find our mate.
And what do you think all that in the morning was? Marcellus frowned back at his wolf, reminding him of the shit at the hospital that morning.
The moment Marcellus had returned back to the pack, he had hunted down both Justas and Raphael, at the pack hospital and on the training grounds respectively as they had already begun work for the day and both of them replied in the exact same way. That the only time they had left the pack yesterday had been to go to the hospital with absolutely no stops or rendezvous on the way.
As their Alpha and a wolf that prided himself on being more observant than the average wolf, Marcellus could tell that they were both speaking the truth. The fact that neither of their answers had seemed rehearsed and they had both been surprised to see him in such a frantic state, purposely seeking them out for a second time in two days, further solidified his belief that his mate had indeed been at the hospital yesterday but for some reason, was not today. That, and whatever they used to clean the place was strong, even by werewolf standards.
He knew that to everyone watching in, he looked like a crazy man but Marcellus couldn’t bring himself to care.
Do you think it’s possible that she was a patient at the hospital yesterday?
Maybe. Marcellus hummed and groaned quietly, flipping over a page in the document that he was currently going through. The fact that she wasn’t there means that she isn’t seriously ill, which is a good thing.
So, we know she’s not terminally ill but we still don’t know where she is. His wolf growled and dropped himself to the ground, tired of pacing back and forth.
Back to square one. Marcellus groaned again and rubbed an impatient, aggravated hand down his face, rubbing the sleep away before forcing himself to get back to work as Dalton had already signed off for the night, leaving him to get as much done as possible before continuing with it in the morning.
We could be out looking for our mate right now.
Marcellus snorted in response. We’ll find her when we find her. Plus, it’s night time right now and we’re not going to find her in the dark.
That doesn’t mean anything.
It means that there’s no point rushing things. The Moon Goddess has everything planned so we’re just going to have to sit back and wait to see how things play out. Even if that means that it’s going to take some time.
His wolf merely hummed in response though Marcellus sincerely doubted that, that would be the last the beast would have to say on the matter as like the true Alpha that he was, he would once again run out of patience very soon.
Sometimes, it was much more draining having to deal with his wolf than singlehandedly running an entire pack. He chuckled quietly at the thought and proceeded forward with his paperwork but by the end of the hour, he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes, a frustrated groan passing his lips.
By this point, his wolf was out for the night, leaving him to his own devices but right now, all Marcellus could think about was getting something to eat.
After he had returned from the hospital this morning without his mate, he had holed himself up in his office and hadn’t left the room since. It helped that there was an adjoining bathroom between his bedroom and office, one which he could access without having to leave the either rooms, but unfortunately, he didn’t have access to a kitchen as well.
Since it past eleven at night, most wolves were up in their rooms, though a few of the teenagers lingering about in the den downstairs.
With the ground floor nearly completely to himself, Marcellus ventured out of his office and into the kitchen where he knew one of the pack chefs had kept a plate of leftovers in the oven for him as they often did when he didn’t eat join the rest of the pack at dinner.
Despite how much he had been looking forward to shovelling down whatever delicious food had been left for him and then passing out on his head, Marcellus stopped in his tracks, his heart beating slowing.
Mate? His wolf stirred awake, groggy.
Again? He questioned both himself and his wolf, stilling in his tracks as he glanced around the kitchen from the doorway even though he knew she wasn’t here. Her scent was strong enough for him to smell her, but not strong enough for her to have physically been here herself. How is this possible?
Where is she?
I have no idea. He hummed quietly at the sleepy wolf as he turned around and began to backtrack his steps, following the scent as it grew stronger and tantalised him further.
Do you think we’re going crazy? His wolf asked quietly, laying his head down on his paws to rest his head, staring out into the pack house through his human’s eyes.
Maybe. Marcellus frowned deeply as he began up the stairs to the third floor where her scent was the strongest. We can always smell her but can’t see her. That doesn’t scream normal to me.
Do you think she’s messing about with us?
Like hide and seek? Marcellus asked, though immediately followed up the question with a snort at the absurdity of it all. Now I definitely sound crazy.
As much as I hate to admit it, you might not be wrong.
He hummed and frowned slightly, genuinely believing himself and his wolf to have lost the plot after having been forced to live and rule the pack ten years without a mate. It appeared that these past two days, he could always smell her around the pack house but not see her anywhere. And when he had ventured out to the hospital where he believed she had been, absolutely nothing.
There were only two viable options. One, he had finally lost his mind or two, she didn’t want to be found.
Both Marcellus and his wolf frowned at the thought of the latter; one of them angrier than the other at that thought.
Before he knew it, Marcellus found himself stood in front of a room where a familiar couple slept soundly inside, completely unaware that their Alpha was stood outside, silently contemplating whether he should burst inside the room now or wait until morning.
His wolf snorted at the thought and Marcellus had his answer.
Fisting his hand, he tapped his knuckles against the wooden door three times. When he heard no movement from the other side, only continuous, gentle inhale and exhale from two parties, he knew that they were both still fast asleep,
“Do you know what the fucking time is?” Justas growled loudly as he yanked back the door and screamed at the intruder that had awoken both him and his mate.
Once his eyes settled on the big, tall wolf on the other side of the door, they widened considerably and his jaw all but dropped to the ground in a complete loss for words after having just screamed at his Alpha.