The Cursed Alpha

He's Staying

Frey's POV

I walked through the halls with purpose. I needed to see my mate. I was about to turn into the building where all of the pack member's living quarters were, when a young woman walked up to me.

"Marie." I nodded.

"Alpha Evans," she greeted uneasily, "I'm not sure if you're aware of this, but Beta Christopher just led a filthy rogue into your room! I'm not trying to act like a snitch, but I think he's trying to kill you!"

My wolf laughed inside of my head. And I agreed— Marie's paranoia was out of place.

"Marie, he was no filthy rogue," I said, still unused to the burning anger flowing through my veins like lava. Luckily, my wolf kept a tight leash on the emotion for me as I went about my business. But it was getting harder and harder for her to do so. She just wanted to see her mate. And to be honest, I was trying my hardest to rush through my conversation with Marie so that we could get to him. I needed to see him, to make sure he was alright. "He's my mate," I continued. "And I have explained many times, Beta Christopher would never harm me. Now, go to the kitchen and do your job,"

"But-" Marie tried to object, but I interjected firmly,

"Marie. Go,"

I didn't even need to use my Alpha Look. I hadn't used it in years. People just tended to listen to me. The blonde woman turned and stumbled to the kitchen as I hurried up to my room.

The rest of the pack stayed on the bottom four levels of the building, or built their own homes throughout my pack land, but me, Christopher, my Charlie, and Trent and his mate stayed on the top level. My blood warmed as I realized that it would just be us five anymore— Zane would up there with us, too.

"Zane?" I called as soon as I entered my room. I was surprised to find an empty room. I closed the door behind me. I had been a rogue before Christopher found me again. I knew what a rogue's thought process was like. I knew Zane was in here. He wanted me to be confused and leave the door open as I searched for him so he could leave. But I couldn't let him escape. At least, not before I found out why he wanted to leave. And even then, I knew I wouldn't let him leave. We were mates; made for each other by the moon goddess. He would have to live with me, and I would get to live with him.

I stepped into the room, and dodged just in time to evade a lamp that was thrown at me. It shattered against the wall, and I pursed my lips at the pieces of clay on my carpeted floor. I would have someone clean that up tomorrow. But first, I turned to the left.

"Ah," I said. "There you are,"

"Aren't you mad?" He asked me, but he seemed angrier than I had been moments before. His dark hair was ruffled, and my wolf half-seriously advised me to run my fingers through his black locks. I almost did, too, until I realized she was joking. I mentally rolled my eyes at my wolf's weird sense of humor. Zane's eyes were dark, and there was a scowl on his mouth. My wolf encouraged me to kiss it away, this time being completely serious, but I knew I had to talk to him before any of that happened. She grudgingly agreed with me.

"I stopped being angry the second I saw you," I said. "Why are you still angry?"

"Because I have you as a mate!"

"Any why is that a bad thing?" I tilted my head to the side, waiting to hear why he seemed to need to get away so badly. He looked like he was struggling with himself for a split second before he spit out,

"You're an Alpha! A filthy, controlling dog!" I felt my wolf stirring angrily inside my head, but I asked her to wait a minute— our mate wasn't done yet. "I won't let myself waste away here, with the likes of you, when I could be out there," he pointed out the window, towards the green forest, "running free!"