Alpha's Hunt - Chapter 8
22-07-25 (15:40)
08. The missing piece
✧ Luke ✧
Pain.
The companion that never left my side. The feeling that
always reminds me I'm still alive. The presence that
has seen me at my worst.
My split knuckles heal almost instantly, leaving only a
bloody splatter on my hands. I stare at the sad
spectacle of a punching bag indifferently.
It's the third today.
If I continue like this, I'll have to get more of them
imported here.
Wiping my blooded hands with a towel, I leave the
gym and start for my room. A tide of sounds crashes
over me but I've had enough experience with the
Lycan's hightened senses to know how to tune them
out willingly.
In a matter of minutes, I reach the familiar space of
my room. The faint scent of gardenia flowers and rain
reaches me, momentarily soothing my nerves.
I walk over to my desk and pick up the file I've been
working on from the past few days.
The Alpha's Hunt.
I've managed the trace all the maps they ever
provided their participants. All of them are different but
there are some loop holes that keep repeating. And if I
can manage to find ways to tackle them, I have this
game in my hand.
While I scribble away my options and approaches on a
paper, the door opens.
I look up, immensely irritated that someone should
come in without knocking and even more irritated
when I see who it is.
"Luke, baby," Darcie quickly reaches my table "why
aren't you talking to me?"
I raise an eyebrow "Why are you asking?"
She looks desperate "Luke, honey, try to understand!
You didn't find your mate, so what? I─
A low growl escapes my throat and I clench my hands
in fists.
Five years.
For five whole years I've been forced to look for her.
Going from one pack to another, training with them
only for one chance to know if she's there, if I will find
her among them.
"Darcie," I say with extreme self control "We should not
speak in matters that do not concern us."
"But it does!" She says, her grey eyes swirling with
emotions that she has no right to feel for me "I love
you! I can be your Luna, you know I can! Why do you
need some random girl─
This time the growl that leaves me is in no context
low. I shoot up from my chair, palms flat on the
wooden desk.
"And can you fix me?"
She flinches. I narrow my eyes at her, irritated,
infuriated, losing my patience.
She's living in a fantasy world where' love fixes
everything. Where it's the supreme form of happiness.
For fuck's sake...
"Luke, I─
"Answer, Darcie." I cut her off "Can you fix me?"
She stares at me for a few moments "No..."
"Leave."
She takes a step forward. I hold up my hand in a
gesture for her to stop. Don't forget to leave a Comment 
