Page 27 of Coveted By the Alpha Pack

A surge of anticipation courses through me at the mention of Ambrose’s name. “I hope I can help him. Far sight is something I’m still working on,” I admit softly, my voice tinged with uncertainty. But nestled against Conrad’s chest, I find the courage to face the challenges ahead.

As Conrad tucks me snugly under his arm, a sense of determination settles within me. Deep in my heart, I hold on to the hope that I can be of assistance to Ambrose, guiding him in his search for his long-lost mate.

I enter the sitting room, the warmth of the hearth embracing me like an old friend. Ambrose and Griffin, silhouetted against the flickering firelight, turn their attention to me. I feel a flutter of anticipation mingled with gratitude as I address them.

“Gentlemen?” My voice carries genuine warmth, a smile blooming on my lips as I approach them.

Ambrose’s eyes meet mine, and a soft smile graces his features. He steps closer, closing the gap between us with a familiarity that speaks volumes. As he envelops me in a tight hug, I’m struck by the flood of emotions swirling within me.

“I...” His voice falters, struggling to convey what words cannot fully capture.

“It’s my honor to try this for you,” I say, my sincerity echoing in the room. Memories of his bravery flood my mind, his unwavering dedication to protecting those he cares about.

“You helped my mates to save me and to keep them safe while they tended to me.” My words spill forth, gratitude lacing every syllable. I can’t help but laugh softly, overwhelmed by the weight of indebtedness I feel towards him.

“You are my children’s uncle. A brother to my mates.” The significance of his role in our lives washes over me, a bond forged through trials and triumphs alike.

“This is my way to thank you for all you had done for me.” With a steady hand I extend it out to him expectantly. I wait, heart pounding, knowing that this small token of appreciation can never truly encompass the depth of my gratitude towards him.

Ambrose offers me several rings, each adorned with shimmering jewels and intricate carvings, and a braid of hair. Instinct drives me to raise the braid to my nose, hoping to catch a lingering scent, but alas, there is none. Disappointment washes over me briefly, like a shadow passing through.

I examine the rings, marveling at their beauty, and my fingers trace the delicate inscriptions of “with love” on the inside of one band. It’s a poignant reminder of the emotions behind these tokens.

“You have beautiful taste,” I remark softly, my gaze lingering on the jewelry before settling into my favorite chair. Drawing my legs up to my chest, I nestle into its comforting embrace, feeling the familiar sense of security it brings.

Ambrose takes a seat opposite me on the coffee table, his eyes fixed on me with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension.

In one hand, I hold the rings, and in the other, the braid of his mate’s hair. Drawing upon the deep well of my connection with my wolf, I summon her forth. She emerges within me, her presence palpable, and sniffs at the offerings in my hands.

I watch in my mind’s eye as her eyes, dark and intense, seem to absorb the flicker of power emanating from the braid. A surge of energy courses through me, connecting me to a distant thread—the essence of his mate, a faint yet undeniable presence.

“Where is she?” His voice trembles, echoing the fear etched across his face.

I feel her presence, a fragile thread tugging at my senses, drawing me northward. With trembling fingers, he cups my hand, the touch a silent plea for hope. In my grasp, I hold his mate’s braid, a tangible connection to the missing soul.

“I feel her to the north,” I whisper, my voice a fragile melody amidst the forest’s silence. “She’s weak, but alive.” A smile plays on my lips, but it’s a fragile thing, a flicker of warmth amidst the chill of uncertainty. A single tear escapes, tracing a path down my cheek, a silent testament to the depth of our bond.

“I can track her,” I declare, a surge of confidence coursing through me, fueled by the conviction of purpose. It feels right, this certainty in my heart, as though the very forest itself whispers its assent.

A deep laugh bubbles up from within me, a rare moment of levity amidst the shadows. “I wish it worked for tracking the elder and my ex,” I admit, a rueful smile tugging at my lips. The past, a tangled web of regrets and lost chances, hangs heavy in the air between us.

Shaking my head, I pat Ambrose’s hand reassuringly. “Give me time,” I assure him, my voice steady with determination. “I will find her, and we will bring her home.” With a gentle kiss to his forehead, I relinquish his mate’s belongings, a silent promise of our shared ambition.

Ethan’s question hangs heavy in the air, his movement drawing me closer, amplifying the urgency in his voice. As he inches nearer, I feel a surge of determination coursing through my veins, propelling me forward.

“When we settle things here, we will travel north as I track her,” I respond, my tone laced with conviction. My gaze drifts to my pack, lingering on Ambrose, his absence palpable even amidst the chaos. How has he endured without her all this time?

Ethan’s slow nod speaks volumes, a silent affirmation of his own longing to find his lost mate. I recall the revelation of his silent vigil over me, a tether binding us through the years, a faint echo of his devotion driving him to the brink of madness.

Griffin’s presence interrupts the moment, his disapproving gaze fixed on me as he perches on the edge of his desk. His displeasure is unmistakable, a storm brewing behind his eyes.

“So what’s next?” Griffin’s voice cuts through the tension, his skepticism evident. But I refuse to waver, meeting his gaze with unwavering determination.

“We find out what’s happened to my ex and handle him and the rogues. We find the missing elder and handle him. After that, we help Ambrose,” I declare firmly, the challenge clear in my stare. I will not back down, not when so much is at stake.

“It’s too risky,” Nicolai says with half a growl, his voice laced with concern as his eyes flicker with intensity.

My gaze snaps to him, a surge of emotion tightening my chest at the sound. “What would you do if I was taken again?” I challenge, the growl echoing in my voice matching the one building within me. “Would you give up and hope for someone to find me? Or wait for me to fight my way home?”

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