Page 60 of Wolf Targeted
Before I even know what’s happening, Alex rounds the truck and hops in the passenger seat.
“What are you doing?” I growl as he sits down and closes the door behind him.
“You’re going to need my nose.” He pulls the seatbelt around his waist.
“You need to stay and help protect the pack.” I eye him.
He’s stubborn and doesn’t like to listen. It’s just like talking to a wall.
Alex shrugs and pulls his phone from his pocket. “I came to get you so we could scout the forest, but I’ll send a text and tell the enforcers the plans are postponed.”
Fuck. I forgot about the surveillance. Are they going to warn the assholes in the city that we’re on our way?
I punch the steering wheel, setting off the horn. “Can we just catch one motherfucking break?”
“We’ll handle it, Alpha.” Alex pats my arm, and I raise an eyebrow at him.
Did he think that through before touching me? I don’t really think he did. He wouldn’t have done it otherwise.
“Fine, I could use the help.” I sigh and start the engine.
“What happened?” Alex asks.
“Jordan noticed that five of our employees have gone missing. All rogues with no family who live alone. Agents had been to their apartments the day before. When he was giving me the information there was a knock at his door. He’s been abducted too.”
“Fuck,” Alex growls.
He slams his head back against the headrest. The enforcers are the only ones who know exactly how dire this whole situation is. I should have told Jara, but I was so panicked about being too late to think beyond leaving.
“Yup. Bill is there waiting on us. He is trying to get more information for me by the time we get there… hopefully.”
“We’ll figure this all out, Alpha. We don’t have any other choice.” Alex leans forward, typing something out on his phone.
I can only hope that he’s right and that we will come out of this without too many scars. But right now, with everything imploding around me, optimism isn’t something I have in droves.
I need a fucking win in a sea of losses. This is so fucked.
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Jara
Archer storms off without another word, and my shoulders slump in defeat. Of course, he doesn’t have time for me.
That was a cheap shot I threw at him too. I know as well as anyone that he would never cheat on me. I was just so angry with him, I wanted to hurt him the way he hurt me.
It’s petty and cruel, but that is the person I have become. It’s the person I have to be to get through all of this.
I should have known that it wouldn’t work, though. He refuses to talk to me. The only time he does is when he’s screaming at me or being cruel.
If I keep letting him hurt me like this, will I become the monster he claims to be? Will I go out of my way to hurt others to make myself feel better for the pain I’m suffering daily?
I don’t want to be that person. I want to be the light in the dark for this pack and for him. But how can I be that when all that surrounds me is darkness, and the person who is supposed to care about me is the one dimming that light more and more every day?
I trudge up the stairs to my room and slam the door behind me. One glance around the room and I break into sobs. What the fuck is wrong with me?
I flop back on the bed and cover my face with my hands as a scream of frustrated anger bubbles out of me. It’s so stupid. The definition of insanity. Maybe I am insane for taking the deal.
A knock sounds on the door, and I turn to glance at it. Angela steps through, and I raise a brow at her.
