《Alpha Caine》Chapter VIII
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Amira
"What do you mean he hasn't changed?" I mentally slap myself for only thinking about how hot Caine looks right now, all serious and leaning forward on his knees as he looks me in the eyes. What the hell is wrong with me?
"I mean exactly that, he never changed. I'm not positive, but my dreams make it seem as though the Moon Goddess didn't accept him," my eyes graze his arms as I look down. I did notice that he's not wearing gloves, and his biceps strain underneath his sleeves.
"If he's not the Alpha of the Malignity Pack, then who is?" I reach forward and flip to the drawing of the boy. I know who it is, or at least I think I do.
"Him," I jam my finger on the drawing in an obvious way.
"Who is he?"
"I'm not 100% sure, but... do you remember Trenton's little brother? Tyson?" Caine's brows scrunched together.
"Yeah, he died eight years ago. Killed by a rogue."
"I don't think he's dead," Caine looks at me like I'm crazy.
"What do you mean?" Oh my Goddess, is he stupid? Does he not understand what I just said?
"I mean he's not dead, and he's the next Alpha of the Malignity Pack."
"If he's not dead then where is he?" I lean forward and flip through the pages in the book. When I look back up at him his eyes shoot to mine and I see his cheeks a slight shade of pink. Knowing where his eyes just were, I shake my head and look back down at the book. In it, I have drawn multiple pictures of Tyson in different locations.
"I get a lot of dreams about him. Every time he's somewhere new."
"Oh my goddess," Caine says under his breath, looking back up at me again.
"What?"
"Don't you get it? This is your talent! You dream of the future! You said most of your dreams come true, right?" I nod at him, "This is good. This can be useful."
"Wait how do you know this isn't some coincidence?"
"No, it all makes sense," he stands up in excitement, it's kind of cute actually... No, stop it, Amira. "Trenton never had a public enthronement. It must have been because he knew the Moon Goddess wouldn't accept him. Tyson's body was fully mutilated, so it's not guaranteed that it was actually him. Amira," he leans over me and places his hands on my shoulders. I gaze up into his eyes and see the excitement blazing in them. "If we find him, we could finally have peace with the Malignity Pack. You have to help me find him."
"Caine, there's just one problem," he raises his eyebrows at me, urging me to continue. "Tyson disappeared when he was eleven. That means that-"
"He's going to Change this year," I nod and he looks around, deep in thought. "We have to find him before that happens. Follow me."
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"Where are we going?" I quickly follow Caine, who is on a mission and moving faster than I can walk.
"Just hurry up," I run to catch up to him.
"You're walking too fast! My little legs aren't as long as yours!"
"Oh for the love of-" he grumbles, abruptly stops, and picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder. His fingers bunch between my sweatpants on my inner thigh, a little too far up for my liking.
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"What are you doing?! Put me down!" I pound my fists on his back.
"I was sick of your complaining," I can hear the amusement in his voice, but I'm seering with pure annoyance. I hit his back once again and get no result. "There you go being rough again," he chuckles and the old Caine is back. I thought I was seeing a different side of him in my room before, but now I'm just disappointed. Pulling courage out of nowhere I raise my hand and smack him right on his rounded, firm rear end. He suddenly stops and takes me down from his shoulder just to push me against the hallway wall. His hands grasp my hips, his body is pressed up against mine, and his eyes are black as he brings his face closer to mine. It all happens within a matter of a second and my hands are frozen flat against the wall in shock. I gulp as his breathing becomes heavy.
"Do that again and I'll take you right here," he whispers and I don't know how to respond. His gaze trails from my eyes down my face and pauses on my lips. By now I would've pushed him away or said something if I wasn't so shocked and scared to move. I gulp again and run my tongue across my lips, trying to moisten my dry mouth so I can talk. A low, animalistic growl is audible from deep in his throat at my actions and he bites his own lip, his canines growing slightly sharper as his gaze trails even lower to my neck.
"Hey, guys," my head turns sharply to see Brayden standing down the hallway, his arms crossed and an amused grin on his face. "What are you two doing?" he asks, knowingly. I place my hands on Caine's chest and push him away. At first he doesn't budge, but I shove him a little harder and he shakes his head as his gaze falls to the floor before he raises it again and looks me in the eye. His irises have changed back to their usual icy blue color and he steps back to look at Brayden.
"Caine was just bringing me somewhere," I quickly try to dwindle the awkward tension.
"Mhm, I believe his bedroom is the other way, though," Brayden grins again.
"I was taking her to The Archives," Caine saves me as my cheeks burn red. Brayden's face goes from amused to serious.
"Why?" he asks. Caine throws him my notebook and nods his head behind us.
"I'll explain as we walk."
The two walk ahead of me as I follow them down a spiral staircase. Caine explained the story of my dreams and Brayden turned to give me a high five.
"Bad ass talent, Meer!" I give him a weird look at my nickname before Caine quickly turns him around again.
"Focus, man," he continues telling him what we conjured up in my room. Soon, we reach a lower level and Caine pushes open a large door. Inside is an older, dustier version of the library upstairs.
"You have two libraries?" my eyes widen in shock.
"No, these are our Archives. Anything you need to know about our pack and others is down here. So our job is to find anything that has to do with Tyson, Trenton, or the Malignity Pack," Caine walks over and pulls open a file cabinet. Dust flies off of it as he searches through the folders. He pulls out a few manilla folders and throws them on a nearby table. "Start with those, Brayden and I will be back in a few minutes, we just have some pack business we have to deal with quick."
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"You're going to leave me in here alone?" I gaze around the creepy library that looks like it could be from a horror movie. I'm just waiting for some creepy creature to come out and maul me.
"Yeah, just for a few minutes, you'll be fine," Caine pushes Brayden out of the dusty room.
"But-" before I can finish, he shuts the door and I groan.
"Alright, here we go."
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Caine
"This is good."
"How is this good?" I lean forward in my plush desk chair and frustratingly stare at Brayden sitting across from me.
"She's growing on you. Now you won't just mate for power. You'll actually be happy and not all miserable and sad and alone," Brayden contrarily leans back in his chair, like the conversation we just had was no big deal at all.
"You're attracted to her, so what? It's not a big deal," he casually crosses his arms and I glare up at him.
"Get out of my head," I growl.
"I heard what you were thinking in the hallway."
"You're abusing your talent."
"You wanted to mark her."
"I don't want a mate!" I slam my hands on the table and my voice raises to a dangerously high decimal. Brayden copies my actions.
"You don't have a choice!" he yells at me and we just glare at each other. He lowers his voice back to a normal level, "It's a natural wolf instinct. Get your head out of your ass, Caine. I've been with you since the beginning and trust me, I know what you've always wanted. Little do you know, you don't want to rule alone. You want to rule an efficient and successful pack, and you can't do that without her," he points his finger towards the door. "How many times do I have to tell you that before it finds its way through your thick skull?" I angrily growl at him. "Don't pull that shit with me," he narrows his eyes, "an Alpha needs a Luna to run a pack. She has a right to know so either you tell her about your bond, or-"
"Or what? You're going to mark her yourself?" my lip raises in a snarl, my wolf raging with just the thought of it.
"Go for a run, man. You need one," he says as he rolls his eyes before he turns and walks out the door. I swear that man lives to piss me off, but maybe he's right. I haven't let loose since my Changing. Maybe it's what I need to clear my head.
I leave my office and go downstairs to exit out the back door and walk towards the woods on the far side of the property. Once I am hidden safely in the trees, I strip down to nothing and set my clothes in a nearby patch of grass. Taking a deep breath, I finally let my wolf out and he takes over as I transform from two legs to four. The wind breezes lightly through my black fur and I close my eyes as I take a deep, calming breath. Already I feel myself starting to loosen up.
I need this. My wolf needed to be let out and for the first time in awhile I have full control of him as I dart through the trees, the wind roughly tousling my fur. I run until I can't see the mansion anymore, and then I run even further until I find myself at the slope of the mountains on the far side of our pack.
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Amira
"Tyson Stark, the second son of Christopher and June," I skim through the article about him until I find something important as I read to myself. "Killed by a rogue on his eleventh birthday: August 21st." My eyes widen as I quickly open my phone to look at the calendar. June 15th. That only leaves us two months to find Tyson before his Changing.
I grab the papers and open the heavy door to the archives. I don't know where Caine and Brayden went, but I have a feeling they're going to want to know about this.
Stomping my way up the spiral staircase, not quietly may I add, I mindlessly wander the hallways, trying to find Caine. I don't know where his office is, I even got lost trying to find my room after being in the library all day earlier this morning.
Walking down a long, straight hallway, I lower my head to read more of the article about Tyson. Something about it didn't seem right. When I tried to tie my dreams to reality, nothing made sense. Even if the body wasn't his, there should be more than one lonely scar on his cheek if he was attacked by a rogue. I wonder the chances of that even being true, but if Tyson wasn't killed by a rogue, then what happened to him? I'm deep in thought when I run into a hard chest.
"Hey, I was just coming to check up on you," Brayden grins down at me.
"Beta Brayden! Do you know where Alpha Caine is?" I look up at him anxiously and he raises an eyebrow.
"I thought I told you to just call me Brayden, but why? You want to finish what you two started before?" he winks and my face immediately heats up.
"No, I mean- I found important information on the whole Malignity Pack thing and I think he should know as soon as possible."
"Well, he went for a run, but he should be back soon, if he isn't already. Do you want to run it by me?" I hesitate before Brayden smirks and nods his head behind him, "Follow me." He leads me down the hallway and up a few flights of stairs. After twisting and turning down a few more fancy hallways, he motions to a door.
"He should be in there," Brayden winks at me again, "If you need me, I'll be in the kitchen." With that he walks away, leaving me in front of the closed door. I raise my hand and knock on the thick mahogany wood. When I don't hear a response I lightly crack the door open and stick my head inside.
"Alpha?" I can't really see anything in the dark room, and I'm pretty sure Caine is not here.
Suddenly light floods out of a door that opens across the room. The lights in the rest of the room flip on and I squeal as Caine stands in front of me in nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. I drop the papers in my hands and they flutter all over the floor as I bring my hands up to cover my eyes.
"Amira? What are you doing in my room?" I hear Caine ask and I make a mental note to slap Brayden later. That son of a bitch set me up.
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