Fleeing With The Alpha's Heir

BAELOR

LUCA

Words cannot even begin to describe the extent of my anger.

I was angry, yes— at the world for being so cruel, for giving people who did not f*****g deserve power all of it and allowing them to trample over the weak, thinking they could go unpunished.

I was angry with myself, angry that I had been quick to defend myself and the pack, when all Katherina had tried to do was come out on some of the struggles she had endured.

I blamed my father for all of this.

If he had had a better hold on the pack, none of this would have happened… but I was going to change all of it, even if it was the last thing I did.

Life was already filled with too many class systems to allow alpha and omega categorizations to further tear us apart.

I could see her staring at me, but I tried my best not to shoot her a glance, being too consumed by my guilt.

I wanted nothing more than to shift into wolf form and quickly have her transported to the healers, but she would have been in even more pain with that option.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips when the car finally pulled into the Packhouse, and it barely came to a stop before I jumped out of it, going over to Katherina’s side to get her out.

She needed immediate medical attention; she was healing at an alarmingly slow pace.

Even when I scooped her up into my arms once again, she failed to stir, confirming my worst fear.

She had passed out from the pain.

A few of my men tried to pry her out of my hands, but I barely registered as I charged through the hallways to the healers’ wing.

The door swung open right before I could reach it, revealing the twin healers—Darius and Cassius—standing there, almost as though they had sensed my approach.

I wouldn’t be surprised if they had. I mean, they both had a bit of a psychic ability after all.

They were both tall, freakishly lean with their heads clean-shaven, and ever since I’d known them, which is pretty much all of my childhood, they were always dressed in monk-like robes—the traditional attire of the healers of the Pack. The brothers were identical in every way, and it wasn’t even because they were twins, because I knew twins who, despite looking alike, managed to have their own set of personalities,

But not Darius and Cassius.

Those two were identical in every way, from their mannerisms to the calm, almost serene expressions on their faces as they stepped forward.

I brushed past them angrily with the girl still in my arms, and then I laid her on one of the beds, turning to them with my eyes blazing. “Well, what are you standing there waiting for? She needs help,” I barked, my voice harsher than I intended.

They were so used to my temper that they didn’t even flinch though.

“She is going to be fine, Alpha,” Cassius said breezily, floating over to us and reaching for her hand. “She’s stronger than she looks.” He hummed contentedly, shooting his brother a glance as though wanting him to support his statement.

“Don’t worry, go change out of your clothes, Alpha. We’ll take care of her,” Darius assured me.

I reluctantly stepped away from Kate, swallowing every protest at the efficient way they quickly stepped in, assessing her.

The two moved in perfect sync as they got to work, their hands glowing faintly with the healing energy they summoned.

I watched as they tended to her, cleaning her wounds, murmuring soft incantations that would accelerate her healing.

She was going to be okay.

She just had to be.

Kate was in the best hands, and even though I wanted nothing more than to stay, I feared that the thought of her waking up and staring at me with those beautiful green eyes, showing me just how disappointed she was with her life in the Pack was too much to bear.

I couldn’t stay.

I turned and left the room with one last guilty glance in her direction, and then I headed straight for my quarters.

I hadn’t realised it until Darius had mentioned it, but now that I did, my clothes were stained with blood.

Her blood.

Guilt intensified within me even more as I hurried through the hallways.

I needed to get out of the clothes immediately before Baelor woke up. My wolf had bloodlust, and I really didn’t want to set him off, because he tended to go on rampages whenever he got in such a state, and I was so not ready for that.

I hadn’t really sensed him today, but he tended to do that, especially when he was in a mood.

He was probably asleep anyway.

As soon as I got into my room, I locked the door and I stripped off my clothes, tossing them aside as I stepped into the bathroom.

I spared a glance at the mirror in the huge space, noting with horror that my eyes were a striking blue, glowing with an intensity that wasn’t my own.

BAELOR.

He had been up the whole time, hell for gods know how long.

It explained a lot actually now that I thought about it.

Why people had been unable to meet my gaze today… why my men had been extra terrified of me… more on edge than usual.

The big black wolf didn’t say a word as he looked right back at me, and I actively took advantage of that thankful fact to break contact and step into the shower.

The very hot water scalded my skin as it poured over me, but I welcomed the pain. I needed the distraction from the weird way I was feeling anyway.

When I finally turned off the water and stepped out, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror, only to see that Baelor was still very much present.

How was he f*****g doing that?

Appearing almost as an entity on his own without me sensing him?

“So what, you’re just going to stare at me and not say anything?” I hissed, looking for a reason to channel my anger and irritation at him. “What are you even doing here?”

All I got was a low growl for a response.

I finally felt him rise in my subconscious and shake his fur, his sleek black coat glistening beautifully as he emerged from the shadows.

He was terrifying, even for me sometimes, and yet we were one and the same person, carefully selected and conjoined by the Moon Goddess herself.

Wasn’t that insane?

“Those people need to perish for what they did to the girl.” Baelor growled out the words, meaning every single one as he paced about in my head.

Wait, the first long, full sentence he ever says to me since he appeared in my subconscious at eighteen, and it is about Katherina?

“Katherina would get the justice she deserves, but in as much as I wouldn’t have it any other way, death is a punishment that is too harsh for the crime they committed.” I pointed out, hating the words even as I said them.

“Coward.”

I was going to ignore him, but then I just had this powerful need to confront him.

“Why her, Baelor?”

“Are you talking about the girl?”

There was a hint of amusement in his voice as he licked his snout and scratched his underbelly.

“Yes, I’m talking about the girl,” I snapped at him, “Why her? Why can you stand her when everyone else is terrified of you? Everyone fears you— fears us, and for good reason too since you terrorize everyone, and yet that night at the coronation ceremony, I know you saw her too, and yet, I saw none of your normal dose of irritation and wanting to scratch someone’s eyes out.”

That happened a lot.

Baelor’s voice rumbled in my mind, deep and primal, and suddenly serious. “She’s good, Luca.” He growled lowly, his voice filled with something akin to surprise and confusion.

“For the first time in a long time, I sense a pure heart, one that cannot carry even a hint of malice. She is peace.” He hit me with the sincere words, a deep snarl escaping his lips.

“Which is why you have to deal with the people who hurt her. I’ll give you just one chance to make things right, and then I’ll take charge and handle it myself. We wouldn’t like that now, would we?”

No, we wouldn’t.

My eyes started to change back to their normal brown colour, and Baelor’s presence began to grow fainter and fainter in my head until he completely disappeared from my subconscious.

I made quick work of dressing up, and then I was locking up and dashing back to Darius and Cassius to see how Katherina was doing with Baelor’s threat ringing loudly at the back of my mind.

My wolf half was not one to make idle threats.

If he snapped and took control over me, there was going to be bloodshed and a lot of it.

By the time I made it to the healing wing though, all thoughts of Baelor had vanished from my head and all I could think of was the spitfire girl who still managed to hold her own even after everything she had been through.

I really hoped that she’d get through this too.

I opened the door, expecting to find her still unconscious, but to my surprise, she was awake.

Her striking green eyes were open, but they were distant, closed off.

“Kate,” I called softly, stepping closer, but she didn’t respond, she only stared at me with… was that anger or fear I saw in her eyes?

Had… had she seen Baelor too?

Was that the reason why she was acting different?

She was nothing like the confident, witty girl I met at the party… well, I mean I get that she had been beaten and all of that, but why was she acting differently towards me?

Her entire body was tense, her head turned slightly away from me, almost like she didn’t want me here. It was a subtle movement, but it was enough for me to catch it, and I won’t lie, the way she was acting hit me like a blow.

I was going to ask her how she was feeling, but something told me I wouldn’t like the answer she’d give if I ventured, and so I kept mum, closing myself off as well even though it was the last thing I wanted to do.

Thankfully, my mother’s voice cut through my thoughts as she reached out to me through the mind link. “Luca, the Campbell family is here at the Packhouse. How do you want us to deal with them?”

My blood started to boil at the mention of the name, and I turned back to Kate, my gaze filled with silent promise. “Katherina, your family is here, and you need to be there for the hearing. Are you okay to walk, or do you need me to carry you?”

She hesitated for a moment, and I braced myself for her rejection.

“I’m fine, Alpha Kincaid,” She finally said, her voice ironically submissive and yet somehow still cold and distant. “I can walk on my own, thanks to your wonderful healers.” She smiled softly at Darius and Cassius, and I found myself momentarily wishing that all of that was directed at me instead.

I nodded, keeping my expression blank despite the weird way I was feeling inside. “Well good,” I replied, turning toward the door. “Let’s go pronounce judgment on your family. Try and keep up.”