Finding Forgiveness

She nodded and I left her alone.

“You scared her, Alpha,” I said pouring him a cup of coffee.

“Not sure I care,” he replied with a sigh. “Ella is my only priority right now.”

“Whatever,” I said, sitting down at the little patio table. “Just saying what she would say if she was here.”

“Don’t piss me off, Maximus,” he growled closing his eyes and tilting his head back into the evening sun. “I’ve been in the mood to kill someone for weeks and I don’t want it to be you.”

“Killing someone got her in this mess,” I mumbled under my breath, referring to the murder of Ella’s brother that triggered a whole chain of events leading to this.

He snapped his head back up and he glared, “You’re one to speak. Remember when you almost got her killed… many times… one of which was deliberate?”

“We’re doing this again, are we?” I asked rolling my eyes.

“Looks like it,” he replied as he leant back into the chair.

“Then I should mention when I saved her life multiple times too,” I added.

“What about the time you lost our daughter at the park?” he questioned.

“She was hiding under the slide! Nothing bad happened,” I pointed out.

“But it took you an hour to find her,” he grumbled.

“Okay, but let’s not forget who dropped Stefano’s baby food on Zacharias’s head and just scraped it off and gave it to him anyway,” I said.

“I bathed him the night before. His head was clean enough,” he replied with a shrug.

“How about when you accidentally took Cato, Mathias and Silas for a nice Daddy and Sons dinner out at a gay strip club?” I asked.

He opened his mouth defensively

“Okay, but who wouldn’t mistake a place called ‘The Speedy Weiner’ for a sausage restaurant?!” he questioned with a scoff. “They even had a fucking menu on the website!”

“Yeh, with the first item on it being ‘the big and juicy’ and the second being ‘the small but powerful’ with every portion coming in a ‘tight succulent bun’ and served on a fucking pole,” I said.

“I thought it meant like a kebab sausage,” he mumbled. “And that was almost as traumatic for me as it was for the boys. At least they were too young to either understand or remember. I’ve been trying to block what I saw that night from my memory for the past two years.”

I couldn’t help but laugh before another taunting point came into my mind.

“Or when you used a tampon to-”

“Don’t you dare bring that up,” he interrupted. “We had an agreement that in exchange for me never telling Ella how you nearly put Lili in with the laundry, we would never mention that again, especially not to Ella. She can never know where her last tampon went, okay?”

“Truce?” I asked holding my hand out.

He shook it and we sat quietly enjoying the coffee for a few moments. He seemed in a slightly lighter mood now than earlier but still stared straight ahead brooding.

Half an hour or so and another pot of coffee later, we heard the front door open from inside.

The maid scurried straight to the door presumably to explain the situation because a few minutes later, a man came out onto the patio.

He was neither old nor young with the odd grey hair and wrinkle but otherwise in perfect health. He stood tall, dressed in a smart suit, no tie, top three buttons undone. His eyes set on us and he stood motionless for a few moments.

“Good afternoon, Gustavo,” Leo called looking over his shoulder. “Please sit.”

He slowly approached and hesitantly sat down at the table as Leo smiled but also held an intimidating level of eye contact.

“I can’t say I was expecting to have Alpha Leonardo Loren on my patio when I arrived home,” he said. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Leo smiled and nodded, “All good, I presume?”

“Coffee?” I asked picking up the pot and a mug.

He looked down at the coffee and eyed me suspiciously, “I’m okay, thank you.”

“We pose no threat,” Leo said. “I am unarmed,” he added holding up his hands. “We just have something important to discuss.”

He leant back in his chair, his face relaxing.

“I look up to you, I must say,” he then said, turning to Leo. “But to what do I owe the pleasure of this abrupt visit?”

“Andrea Martinez,” Leo said.

His face curled into a loathing frown.

“That name is poison to my ears,” he replied, disgust in his voice.

“You and me alike,” Leo answered.

“One day I will murder that kid,” he said. “I’ve lost too many men, too much money and too much sleep to him already.”

“He is holding my Luna hostage,” he said.

“Your Luna, huh?” he asked. “I’ve heard about this. Are you aware that he has recently taken your girl as his wife?”

His little beady black eyes seemed to enjoy watching us as we processed what he had just said. As I heard Leo’s heart skip, his lips twitched up into a smile for a split second and as I raised an eyebrow, he let out a short scoff.

“What?” I asked after Leo had done nothing but sat as still and rigid as an iron rod for a few moments.

“Ella Loren is now Ella Martinez,” he confirmed.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Leo’s jaw clench before he sat forward, stared Gustavo directly in the eye and took a deep breath, “He has married my mate?”

His tone was still strong and deep but the battle he was fighting to keep calm was evident.

“It appears so,” Gustavo replied with a shrug.

“Why would he do that?!” I asked.

“Well, it certainly hasn’t been kept a secret meaning he wants people to know. So probably to piss you off. He’s childish like that. It’s a side effect of being 19,” he told me.

“Well he has successfully pissed me off,” Leo growled.

“Forgive me, Alpha,” Gustavo began. “What has all this got to do with me.”

“My mate is in danger and I need to get her back,” he began. “I have tried but I can’t find her alone, not even with my pack backing me.”Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.