Alpha King's Brutal Love

Chapter 28

Farrell's POV

"What was that?" Sebastian asks me as soon as Aylee leaves the room. But her scent is still lingering in the air. And all I want to do is grab her hand and pull her back to me. But I can't. At least not yet.

"What was what?" I ask him back, acting as if I don't know a thing that he is saying, even though I am well aware of the fact that he saw me holding her hand and we both were dangerously close to each other.

"You and her. It felt like there was some steam between you people," he says and I laugh.

I laughed not because I thought it was funny but because I didn't know what to do. I could tell any s**t that there is in the world, and Sebastian would sniff that out of me. So I choose my words really carefully.

"I was just trying to play. Why? What did it seem like?" I ask him back and he shakes his head.

"She is clearly not with her wolf yet. So she couldn't know who her mate is and maybe I can take it to my advantage and break her. Get close to her emotionally and then see how things turn out," I shrug and Sebastian's eyes go wide.

"What? Didn't you take me for such a guy?" I ask and Sebastian just shakes his head letting me know that he indeed didn't take me for that. As much as I am incredibly happy with that fact, I still need to act. At least until Aylee gets her wolf and realizes that I am her mate.

"Well, all the other Alphas either prepared for a war beforehand and lost and few others just gave up and surrendered to me just that easily. This girl is giving me a tough fight and I don't like that," I tell him.

That's a partial reason anyway. Because she really did impress me with her skills. She did not even let me take a sneak peek into her pack, let alone check her army or her weaknesses.

It really is amazing how she runs a small pack but with a great defense system. Too bad she got this bastard of a father.

My mother's words ring in my mind right when I think about it. She called Felix a bastard and I thought it was because he was a bastard born but turns out she called him a bastard because he disgusts her. Not going to lie, but I feel the same too.

"Alright. I'll leave you to it. Good night," Sebastian says and walks out, but before he does he places a letter at the jug of water beside the letter. For me to drink at night when I'm thirsty. But the letter is what I don't get.

As soon as I see the seal, I understand that it's from Meghan. And she might be missing me. People keep saying that she just doesn't see me as a friend, and she sees me more than just a friend. And I want to challenge them everytime I hear something like that.

If they grow up with a girl from the beginning of their life, they would understand how close a person can be if you were with them for more than a decade and half.

I opened the letter to find her handwriting. She might have used magic to write this, because her handwriting sucks and this looks way too neat to be hers anyways.

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Dearest Farrell,

Okay that sounded way too cringy so..

Hey you, how have you been doing? You stopped writing back to me altogether. And Sebastian mentioned to me in the letter earlier that people have been telling you that I see you more than just a friend.

And what I don't understand is, when did that stop you from talking to me, Farrell? I don't know, it just doesn't feel the same to be not hearing from you. Please write back to me. Something. Anything. I would take even a dot in a huge arse letter. I would even frame that if you do.

Take care. And do let me know if there is something I could do.

Bye.

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I smile as soon as I read that. A dot in a huge arse letter, and she would frame that? I laugh at that and sit in my chair. I grab a pen and paper. Maybe I should write her a letter.

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Alright, a dot in a huge arse letter indeed sounded so tempting. But I'm afraid you wouldn't even notice the dot with the poor eyesight that you have.

Jokes apart, I do need your help Meghan. With a potion. I know you are very skilled at making potions and I am not asking you this as a friend, but as an Alpha who needs the help of a witch.

I need a potion that burns gloves and the skin. But without wolfsbane so the person who touches it would still survive. Can you do that for me?

Don't send cookies. After traveling in rough condition for more than two days all I could see was mold and half eaten ones. The riders are eating them apparently. So give the cookies to them. They'd enjoy it more than I could.

Take care.

You friend,

Farrell.

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I seal the letter and hand it to one of the riders who is already ready. He takes all the letters given to him to the pack, and not just me but many people from the army often send and receive letters from their families.

I was never against the system where the army wasn't allowed to talk to their family in the middle of the war. Because honestly, family is the only thing that fuels anyone who is battling.

It's the desperation that they have, to get back to their families after the war is over.. that keeps them alive. They fight well and be careful just because they know that they have a family waiting for them back at home. People call me mad, but I have my rules.

I fall on the bed and stare at the sky. I personally asked for the transparent roof cover for my tent. Just to see the stars. And again, Meghan helped me with this. I hope she helps me with the potion as well.

Because then, that would really throw Aylee off. I have to give the mind game to her though. She just had a layer of raw wolfsbane and a hot wolfsbane, and made it seem to the world that she has a potion that burns and kills anyone who touches her pack's walls.

How can her father not acknowledge how brilliant she is?

I walk out of my tent because somehow, I am unable to sleep. I want to sleep but I cannot. Aylee's face that I keep seeing is making it hard for me to focus on my sleep.

I see everyone asleep. Only a few who's drinking and I didn't feel like telling them where I was going. So I silently walk a little far and strip my clothes to shift into my wolf form.

I give all my energy to Lyon and he doesn't even roar as soon as he shifts. Because he knows that we are having a wolf run in the middle of the night, when everyone else is asleep.

The wolf sprint had been my favorite thing to do since the last few months that I got my wolf. Watching everything pass by me as a blue had been so satisfying and it's like an addiction. I need more and more of it.

But as I watch Lyon run like this forest belongs to him, my heart is screaming at me. That it wants to see Aylee. I know it's not possible since she is in her pack and I don't even know how to enter without touching the wolfsbane, but even I feel the same. I want to see her. I want to see what she is doing. I want to know if I have an effect on her.

It looks like I do have an effect on her. When I held her hand, I did hear her heart almost beating out of her chest. I was tempted to tell her that I was her mate. But I don't want things going south from there.

I don't know for how long Lyon kept running, but all I knew was that I eventually slipped into sleep.

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"Wake up!!! You asshole!"

I hear a scream and I wake up with a jolt. It's still midnight. And I am out in the woods. Not in my human form but still in my wolf form.

"What? You want to shift back?" I ask Lyon but I still go when I catch her scent. Aylee is here.

I looked around and finally found her. I didn't know there was a small pond here. Well, maybe because I never really came here before. I think I dozed off only for a few minutes, because it's still night.

I see Aylee place her hand in the water and close her eyes. She is dressed in a white dress that reached just below her knees. And her blonde hair falling down her waist in waves. She looks like the beautiful Goddess that she is.

Lyon just settled down and we both are just watching her at this point. Filling our minds and hearts with this image of her. We are at a safe distance and moreover she still didn't shift, so she doesn't have a high sense of scents. She cannot know that we are here.

"Isn't she beautiful?" Lyon asks me and there is no way in hell that I am disagreeing with this.

"Yes. Yes she is," I say and watch her body shake.

At first I thought that she was shaking because of the cold. But when I felt it through the bond, I understood what it was.

She is crying. She is here, alone, out of the borders and at a lake. And she is crying. I don't know what made her feel this weak but I highly bet on her father. I would break too, if my mother randomly went to my enemy and said, "Oh I will join you because my son doesn't have a Luna and he is not fit to be an Alpha"

Even though I just want to go to her and tell her that it's okay, I don't do that. She doesn't know that I am here, watching her. So I let that be.

If she knew that I was here, then she wouldn't cry. She is just going to bottle up in her until she eventually breaks. Which is not good for her. So I stay there, watching her cry and picture myself wiping her tears away. That's all I could do anyways.

Moments later I hear a rustling and I see her beta walk to her. The way he looks at her says so much. He likes her. And she is not aware.

"Oh she is really not aware. It was evident how you looked at her, and she didn't know that as well," Lyon says and I can't disagree again.

And I see him pull her closer and kiss the top of her head, as she is crying even more. I don't know what to say. I don't even know if there is anything to say.

I see Meghan and I in them. There were times Meghan would be so low. She is the only witch in the pack. Even though she had my mom, Sebastian and me she would often feel lonely being the only witch amongst a sea of werewolves. And she always told me that a hug from me often worked as a miracle for her.

Even though my heart says otherwise, I view that hug as a friendly one. I eventually stand up, unable to see that someone else is comforting my mate and that's not me.

It's not jealousy but the grave sadness that I have right now. I am right here but of no help.

I closed my eyes again and I let Lyon take me elsewhere. I don't know where he was running to, but I only know that I fell asleep. Because I saw Aylee in my dream.

Meghan sometimes tells me that a dream can be a message if we give it a proper thought. So if this dream is that kind of one, then I want that to be a reality sooner. I would like this message.

Because I see Aylee and I, and we are happy.

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"Says the one who tricked me!" Aylee scoffs, making me laugh and pull her closer to me.

"Well, you started it first, mate" I tell her and she sticks her tongue out, knowing very well that she lost the banter and I won.

"So you really went ahead and made yourself a potion with the qualities that I mentioned? That was so unfair, Farrell" she says and my name never sounded this sweet.

My name is my favorite sound but only when it comes from her.

"Well, what can I say? Your mate always wins the game," I say and she rolls her eyes.

I pull Aylee closer to me and she is just staring into my eyes with an emotion I always wanted to see in her eyes. Love. The fondness.

"My wolf says she likes Lyon," Aylee says.

It's been great ever since she shifted. She got her wolf. She realized I am her mate. And the war came to a halt. We claimed each other by marking each other in front of our armies.

Things have been really great. Almost too good that I often feel like this is just a dream.

"My wolf likes your wolf too. Like I like you," I tell Aylee and she smiles.

"Just like?" She asks and I chuckle.

"Love," I pause and lean closer to her,"I love you"

"I love you too," she says as we kiss each other.

Her fingers slip into my black slightly curly hair and I push her to the wall, pressing my body into hers. She moans a little only fuelling me to kiss her harder.

She groans as I slip my hand into her tunic, and -

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"f*****g wake up!!!"

I hear Lyon's scream again and I wake up. I didn't want to wake up. I want to finish that dream. The dream, that was too good. Even in my dream I knew it was too good to be a reality.

"What the f**k happened? Did someone die?" I ask Lyon and he scoffs.

"It's morning. We need to get back to the camp. As much as the dream was really great, we have an army to lead. And we are in the middle of a f*****g war with our own mate. Don't you want to see her?" Lyon asks.

As much as I want to punch his wolf throat, I really am eager to see her.

"Let's get back to the camp. But I'll make a quick stop at the lake. I'm thirsty," Lyon says again and I don't object. I'll have a great breakfast after reaching the camp anyways.

"So you can see my dreams too?" I ask my wolf. I knew that my wolf and I were one and the same. But I didn't know that it was to a point that he could see my dreams.

"Well, I am you even in your subconscious state. I do see your dreams and nightmares. Now we don't want to go there, do we?" He asks me and I don't have anything to say.

I always tease him saying all I want to do is block him, but in reality I don't think I would survive without him. Now I am afraid to even think of something because he will just understand it and taunt me later. I don't think I'll handle it without blocking him anyways.

As we reach the lake, I warn Lyon to be cautious. What if she fell asleep outside and at the lake? Lyon and I fell asleep somewhere else so why can't that happen with her?

But we don't see her. We are partially disappointed but we don't let it show, as Lyon takes quick strides towards the lake. I see the reflection and I see the reflection of my wolf. A slightly larger one than anyone else and it has a glow to it now. Now that we are almost a step closer towards becoming a Royal.

Even at this state, I cannot stop picturing Aylee as a Queen by my side. Our kids would be Princes and Princesses. I know I am daydreaming a lot these days but it's Aylee we are talking about. She stole my heart. Just like that. And all she had to do was just exist . She could be breathing air very normally and that would drive me insane.

"Well, usually this is my cue to tell you to shut the f**k up. But dreams are far better than reality so I don't mind it this time," Lyon says and proceeds to drink water as I look around to see if anyone is around.

There is no one but something that catches my eye. And once Lyon is done drinking water, I ask him to go in that direction. He follows my order not because I asked him to, but because he saw what I saw. And what we saw was true.

I want to scream at the top of my lungs but I don't want to risk it either.

On the ground, is the same white dress that Aylee wore yesterday when she came here. When she cried here and Rowan came later. I left when they were hugging each other. It felt purely out of friendship for me.

I decided to look around and try to find out if I could see her. But I don't see her anywhere. I searched for her through the scent and since it's been a few hours already, her scent is very faint. Almost undetectable in the air.

I know I might be going insane, but I don't want to think that she and Rowan might be together.

If Rowan and her are together, then she wouldn't throw her dress this way for everyone to see and find her with her Beta. She might genuinely be in danger. But I haven't heard anything as well. If that's the case Sebastian would know. And he would be waiting for me to come back so he could tell me about it.

Lyon starts running at his fastest bar of wolf speed and I bet anyone who sees him now would think he has gone mad. But maybe I did go mad.

If Aylee is in danger, I am going to chase down whoever is doing that. And I am going to make sure he or she will realize that there is no Hell above. Hell is what I am going to show him just because he harms my mate.

I only hope she is okay.