Alpha King's Brutal Love

Chapter 35

Meghan's POV

I smile at Charlotte as she gives me a bunch of flowers again. I once told her that I love Roses from her garden so she made it a part of her routine to give me whenever they are in full bloom. As she is walking by, I see a few men staring at her boobs but she pays no attention to all of that.

She runs the w***e house in the pack. And I do not discriminate. Because they also belong to the pack. Farrell told me that it does not matter what occupation they might be in, they are still part of the pack. The members are what makes the pack, a pack.

At times I really do miss being just a witch in this pack. With Farrell out there conquering the world and Sebastian tailing because Beta and Alpha are a duo for ride or die, I often feel alone here. Making me question myself as to why I haven't made friends other than those two dorks.

And I also wonder why Farrell wouldn't even write me a letter. Sebastian writes to me once every other day and tells me everything about what's happening. They are currently at The Moon Set Pack. It took Farrell only two days maximum to get the Alphas of the pack at his feet, so it is making me wonder why he hasn't even made a move on the Alpha.

I went through the list and noticed it's Alpha Aylee's pack when Sebastian told me that Farrell wasn't even making a move against her. I sent a messenger to one of her ally packs just so I could get her portrait.

Beauty is just a word when it comes to her. That made me think if Farrell actually fell in love with her, but later his letter told me otherwise. Cookies where her allergy would be triggered. An easier time for Farrell to make use of her vulnerability. But I haven't received any news on what happened next.

I sit in the Alpha's office and groan when I look at the new set of files. How did Farrell manage to do this every single day?

I see several documents on the pack's state. The economy isn't doing that great and I hate to admit that I suck at it. Honestly when Farrell was actually conquering every pack that fast, I thought he would return back home in four months and nothing would be too damaged by then.

But it's already been more than a week and he is still at The Moon Set Pack. It is very unlikely of Farrell. Then again, I recall the night Serena died. Aylee wasn't even here.

Suddenly, it clicked to me again.

Why did Aylee come to the party only to leave ten minutes later? Farrell asked for the carriage to stop when she was leaving but she didn't stop. No one has heard anything from her since then. Could she be the main one in the event that happened that night?

I close the file before me and give it more thought. Her ally also includes Alpha Louis. I got her portrait from his pack. The one who confronted and told Farrell about the murder attempt was Alpha Louis as well.

I quickly grab a pen and paper. I need to tell Farrell about this. It is even better if he already knew, but it would at least give him a lead if he doesn't know about it.

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Farrell,

I need you to know something before you take a serious move against Alpha Aylee. I think there is more than what she is leading on. She came to the party only to leave in ten minutes. The only person she was seen talking to was Alpha Louis. She didn't even listen to you when she drove to her pack away.

I think you should look into it before you make a decision. Because I feel it in my bones, that there was something stronger behind her decision to leave the party.

I might be wrong and I really do hope Mother Earth that I am wrong. What if I am not wrong? I don't want to take risks and especially not when it involves you, your life and this pack. Lives are at stake.

Sebastian, if you find this letter instead of Farrell then make sure you know much about Aylee.

Be safe, you guys.

You are the only family that I have.

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I seal the letter with wax and ask the messenger to not stop anywhere until they reach Farrell. And I asked him to give it to either Farrell or Sebastian and no one else.

I really hope they get this on time before a disaster strikes. And somewhere deep down, I wish I would be wrong. As far as I knew Alpha Aylee, she was nice. But no one knows what things could get involved if it concerns Farrell.

I go through a few documents that've been sent from the packs that Farrell already conquered. I answered a few but I left a few out, just because I know it has to be dealt with delicately. Something I don't know about. Also simply because I have no idea what that even means.

I can't help but groan once Cece hands me another stack of papers saying people from other packs now want to migrate to this pack just for a better life. I don't know how it works.

Moreover they will need Farrell's permission rather than mine. I don't know how I am going to let them in. The pack space doesn't allow.

I am starting to grow worried for Farrell with each passing day. If he is still waiting for something before waging a war on The Moon Set Pack, then what could it be?

Once I am done with all the essential reviews of documents, I stand up, stretching my body a little. The respect I have for Farrell has grown ten times now and I really want to ask him as soon as he comes back.. how does he even manage all this?

I walk to the valley. The place where Farrell and I used to spend a lot of time together. He loves the fallen leaves because he says they remind him that even after falling down, one can still be beautiful and gracious. And life lives on. New leaves take the place of the old ones. Nothing changes. If anything, it only makes the nature seem even more beautiful.

Leave it to Farrell to think that way.

I find a few dead plants and frown at them. Monsoon is approaching but they somehow seem dead from inside. I close my eyes and place my hand right above the plants. They are really small, and loyoks like someone accidentally stepped on them.

But who might have come here other than Farrell?

"O Terra. matri carissimae. Flore quo fulges magicis. Vita vigeat. Vivamus vitae. o Terra. matri carissimae," I whisper with my hands firm on the plants. Just with an inch gap between the plants and my hand.

"O Terra. matri carissimae. Flore quo fulges magicis. Vita vigeat. Vivamus vitae. o Terra. matri carissimae,"

"O Terra. matri carissimae. Flore quo fulges magicis. Vita vigeat. Vivamus vitae. o Terra. matri carissimae,"

I feel the shift in the magic but I don't open my eyes. As easy as it may seem, bringing a dead plant back to life is harder than one can imagine. This is why humans, witches and every other creature is different from God. We just cannot bring back someone dead, once they are dead.

"O Terra. matri carissimae. Flore quo fulges magicis. Vita vigeat. Vivamus vitae. o Terra. matri carissimae,"

I finally opened my eyes to see a pale yellow glow and the plants regained their lives, just like the way before someone decided to step on them.

"O Terra. matri carissimae. Flore quo fulges magicis. Vita vigeat. Vivamus vitae. o Terra. matri carissimae," I whisper for one last time and see small beautiful flowers on those small plants.

I smile to myself. I didn't know they were plants with flowers. They do look pretty. And I love flowers. All kinds of them.

I stare at the valley before me. My witch heart is always so happy whenever the nature is dominant in the surroundings. I don't know about all witches, because I really didn't meet any other covens but I pray to Mother Earth. My magic comes from her. The magic lies within her that I often borrow to help people in need.

"Oh. You come here too?" I hear a voice and I turn around to see it's Charlotte. I smile at her and she nods.

"Do you miss Alpha Farrell at times?" She asks me, and it is very typical coming from her.

But then again, I suddenly realized she might be the one who accidentally stepped on those small plants. I mentally make a note to make sure there are thorns around the plant just so anyone who steps on it later, would be pricked and they would watch their step from the next time.

"Why do you ask?" I ask her back, my opinion on her slightly changing with the newfound information.

"Come on, Meghan. Everyone at the pack knows," Charlotte says again and now I am confused more than ever.

"You love Alpha Farrell, don't you?" She asks but before I could even say something her eyes fog over, letting me know that she is mindlinking to someone.

Or maybe someone else is mindlinking her. Could be that as well.

"I am sorry but we shall definitely talk again. I am in a bit of a rush," Charlotte says, walking away and while she was walking, I watched her cross a group of other small plants, avoiding even touching them let alone stepping on them.

If it's not her, then who else?! Who else visits this place? Someone who wouldn't even watch their step and destroy plants in the process.

I use a little bit of my magic to create a thorny fence around the small plants. Maybe this will help me know about the person who comes here and destroys nature.

I closed my eyes and I don't know why my mind decided to show me a flashback of an incident that happened two years ago, but it did. And that was one of the most horrible moments of my entire life.

It happened at a small party that I attended. I didn't know it could lead to something disastrous. A few men tried to sexually assault me. Even Farrell wasn't there back then. But he came right on time in his carriage.

But there was also another man who helped me. He fought off the guys. But even before that, I ran into him making him scream at me that my footwear was useless.

I don't blame him. Because I was indeed in a bad mood. I was about to cry when I accidentally ran into him. We both fell down.

I don't know who that man was. I haven't seen him again. But Farrell made sure to hunt the men who hurt me, and he killed every single one of them. No one else lived to tell the tale.

I didn't want to sleep, because this is not the place to be falling asleep. But the more I am here, the more I actually miss Farrell.

That brings me back to the question Charlotte asked me earlier. Everyone knows that I love him? How do they even know when Farrell himself has no clue. He still thinks I see him as a friend. But honestly, I want him to be more than a friend to me. I want him to be mine.

That is also why I always feel sad whenever I receive letters from Sebastian alone and not from Farrell. I am satisfied and content with his friendship of course, but the love I have for him runs deeper. And the saddest part is I cannot even do anything about it.

I stand up, because I know the more I stay here the more I am just going to convince myself that I can take a day or two off, run away from the pack, go to Farrell and tell him what I feel about him. Which will only end as a disaster.

I am waiting for the day he finds his mate. He has high hopes on the mate bond. He told me about that so many times, and as much as I love him.. I don't want to rob him away of all his dreams.

There is a possibility that he wouldn't like his mate, or his mate already has someone else in her life, or simply they both just don't get along. That is when I actually have a chance to tell him how I feel. And there is also a chance that he would understand what he means to me.

I walk towards the pack house. It feels lonely without Farrell and Sebastian, both of them. Sometimes I wish I went with them too. He might use my witchcraft with his wins. But Farrell wanted to win everything on his own. And I couldn't say no.

By the time I walk in, there is a package on the table. I take a look at the note and it states my name. I look around trying to see if there is anyone around to ask if they know where this came from.

I cannot even mindlink since I am not a werewolf. I might have a quarter gene of it but not the dominant one. I am a witch rather than a werewolf.

I rip open the wrapper, making sure not to rip or cut the name tag that states my name on it.

Inside are a pair of shoes. Embedded with what looks like pure diamonds. I haven't seen anything like this. It's like the shoe is made of gold and not leather. But somehow still the softest. I place my hand inside the shoe and the interior is just as soft as I would imagine a luxurious shoe to be like.

I look if there is anything else other than the pair of shoes, and there is a letter. Thank God. Because werewolves don't really believe in gifting footwear to each other. To them, their wolves are their pride and wolves don't really need shoes. So...

I haven't ever seen a seal like this. I take a whiff of the smell, and the wax smells like Jasmine. Something I haven't come across before.

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I really hope your name is Meghan, because that's what I remember from our run in, two years ago.

And I hope the shoe is the right size. Only then will you not go around accidentally stepping on someone's toes. I know it took me two years to grow balls, but I was waiting for the right time.

I hope you remember me though. If you don't, it's still okay. I will reintroduce myself to you again once we meet.

You might be thinking as to when we are going to meet again. Then the answer would be soon. I come from a place really far away yet so close to you. So I guess coming to you wouldn't be a problem. The only problem is what you would feel if I showed up out of the blue.

The present I sent you is just to ease up my presence. So you would expect me and not be scared when I show up.

Till then,

Have fun.

Don't run into people accidentally.

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I fold the paper again. I do remember this person. I don't know his name. I don't know if he is a werewolf or not. But why is he even talking in riddles?

He comes from a place that's very far yet so close to me? And he could show up at very random times?

Could he be a warlock? And a seer? Because they are known to be talking in a language no one understands. It might sound like they are just words from the language you speak, but they don't really have a meaning.

Moreover these shoes, they look like they could cost a fortune. Even Farrell doesn't have anything like this in his collection. Aunt Serena didn't have these either.

I put the shoes back in the box and keep them in my room. But the letter I put in my purse. I guess I need to wait and see who this person is before jumping into conclusions on what kind of supernatural creature he is.

And I will wait. Wait is all I do these days. Wait for Farrell's letter. Wait for Farrell's arrival. Wait for this mysterious person to show up again. And wait for every damn thing I have ever loved.

Will I ever, in my lifetime, get a chance to tell Farrell what I feel about him?