Page 165 of Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire
My main issue is the bastard. I don’t want him fuckin knowing. But I also know the answer I will get from Kiara, and I want to delay it until after I have dealt with Rayhan because Azura will need me when she hears it from Kiara herself, that there is nothing that she can do. But I’m not against searching for further solutions.
The women are spending some time together, and Azura will also go to speak to Atlas later. I asked her if she wanted me to come, as did Kiara and Song, but she was adamant about handling it alone. I guess that fucking makes sense. Who would want a fucking audience? But if she needs me, I’ll fucking be there, besides she is fucking awful at keeping her walls up. It is like a constant conversation going on in her head.
I am now walking around the pack ground with Alejandro, Rayhan, and Dante. I didn’t argue when Alejandro suggested it. I could use the fresh air, but I would have preferred having Azura with me. Corrado isn’t even fucking bothered when I leave, happily content.
“That shit is all new. We made it around four years ago,” Alejandro explains, pointing at the huge training facility before glancing at me. “It’s taken from the blueprint and design concept that you created; we integrated the same into the academies.”
“Yeah, I can fucking tell,” I say. Marcel is fucking annoying at times.
“I did leave you a message to ask if you were okay with meusing that shit,” Alejandro says as I smoke my fourth fucking cigarette since getting here. Being in their presence is fucking my head up.
“Yeah, I saw it. You can imitate shit, but it just pushed me to improve and create something better without Marcel shoving his nose in my fucking business,” I say coldly. “Besides, you were fucking trying to rile me up when you sent emails of the plans for the academies.”
“At least that shows you were at least fucking reading my emails,” Alejandro smirks victoriously, which I return with an icy glare.
“You have an impressive mind with ideas and concepts that could earn you millions. Have you ever considered starting a business and selling ideas to other packs around the world? Even security systems for humans?” Rayhan suggests. I frown but ignore him.I’m not ready to talk to you.
“Hm.” I simply grunt.
We fall silent, and my mind goes to the bullets. If anything was to happen to me… then I need someone to clear that shit up…
“There is something that I think perhaps you may want to tell your council or other packs about. Let’s speak somewhere secluded,” I say, taking a drag of my cigarette.
Alejandro frowns but nods, changing route and heading to headquarters. This has been changed, too. Alejandro leads the way to his office, his men clearing the path for us. The murmurs of awe follow, and I guess it isn’t every fucking day they see four Rossi Alphas together. That, or they are fucking shocked I am here. The moment Dante shuts the door behind us, all three of them look at me as I walk over to the window, looking out at the pack grounds.
“What is it, Leo?” Alejandro asks.
I frown before I begin, “I created a weapon that can kill our kind the moment it penetrates the skin. You don’t even needto hit a vital point for these bullets to work…” I feel the room tense, but I don’t turn to look at them. “It’s a weapon that was meant to only be used by my most trusted if we were ever under attack… however, the man I trusted like a brother stole it and mass-produced it, selling it to several cartel and mafia organisations. According to my data, a couple of buyers were also supernatural.” I now glance back at them; Dante’s face is as passive as ever, whilst the other two are frowning as they listen.
“Are you sure it’s that dangerous?” Alejandro asks, his brow furrowed.
“Yeah. There’s someone who had some of these bullets, and they sure as fuck worked. These bullets can kill so fast that if you are in wolf form, the body doesn’t even revert to human form. Emmet Garrons produced fucking thousands. I’ve still not fully managed to account for all fifty thousand. I’m trying to track them down, but you may want to let other packs know, just in case any of them come into contact with them.”
“There’ve been two cases that now seem to make sense,” Rayhan says quietly. “Uncle, remember I mentioned to you how we were unable to figure out how the rogue that I found near my pack was killed?”
“Yeah, that was a couple of months back. Luckily, there haven’t been many stories. So, I’m sure those bullets aren’t just fucking flying around, but fifty thousand… that could fucking wipe out most of our kind in the country,” Alejandro says seriously.
“Yeah. I know. We’ve traced down some and are taking them back. I plan to buy the rest back from all the buyers they were sold to by any means,” I say coldly. Web will return them to me, or I will be fucking ruining him, and take them by force…
“We’ll get on it. If you have a sample, I’m sure some of our trackers can do something to help,” Alejandro says as I turn back to them.
“I wasn’t expecting you to be so fucking chill about it. Why? Isit because I’m a fucking Rossi? I fucked up, right?” I ask coldly. I know I am trying to instigate them, even if it isn’t fucking working. Alejandro sighs.
“No, it wasn’t your fucking doing but your Delta’s. So, if anyone needs to be punished, it’s him,” Alejandro says from his seat. Rayhan is sitting opposite him, nodding his head in agreement.
“An Alpha is the one who needs to take fucking responsibility for the actions of his people…” I say quietly. Dante smiles faintly as he turns to me from where he is leaning against the door.
“And you’re doing that by tracking these bullets down. I’ll help. The more of us looking, the faster it’ll get done. We all make mistakes. Don’t blame yourself. We only learn from them,” he adds after a moment.
“Agreed.” Alejandro nods.
I don’t reply, staring out the window. No one had brought up the reason why I had asked for Rayhan to come here, and I know I am going to have to fucking do it myself. I’d rather get it over with soon. I don’t want to fucking be in his company for long. I look directly at Rayhan.
“Let’s go for a drink. It’s time we talk,” I say coldly. His eyes meet mine before he gives a nod.
“Sure,” he replies quietly.
“I can’t wait. Drinks sound fun,” Dante adds. “When are we leaving? I know a club not so far from the pack.”
