The Rogue Alpha’s Claim

Could the day go by any slower? Ariel groaned as she checked the time for the umpteenth time, and barely an hour had passed. How was she supposed to wait another 20 hours? The time was crawling, like it had taken up the spirit of a sloth.

Was he trying to kill her?

She wouldn’t deny that she didn’t like the idea, but right now, there was nothing she could do about it, but she knew what she had to do.

Minutes later, Ariel was on the phone with Claudia, asking for her help.

The plan was simple: Claudia would somehow find a way to connect to their phones together, and as the call was ongoing, she was going to be tracking the man.

If everything works perfectly, Ariel would be leaving with the right information about her birth and his information.

It all seems too easy, and she hopes it happens like that.

But when she woke up the next day and Kane was still lying beside her, she knew nothing wasn’t going to go as planned.

Apparently, he had been pushing himself too far and had broken down; it was nothing major, though. He had developed a headache and needed bed rest.

But Ariel was torn.

She glanced at the wall clock, and it was already twenty minutes past the hour of 9, yet Kane was still lying on the bed in his freaking pajamas.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Ariel asked her mate, who was still on the bed, and his eyes shut tight. “Water? aspirin? food?” Her voice lowered in concern.

Was she a bad mate for wanting him to go?

“No, I think I will be fine. I just need some shut eyes.” He groaned, turning to his side.

“Sorry, baby.” Ariel leaned in and placed a kiss on his forehead before she rolled over to the edge, placing her feet on the floor, and stood up.

She padded to the bathroom, stopping in front of the wall mirror, and peeped at her reflection. Her skin had a healthy flush to it-evidence of a healthy sex life-although dark circles surrounded her eyes as a result of little to no sleep.

She bent over the sink and splashed water on her face several times before she dried it off with her towel, her mind running through ways she could get Kane out of the house without being too oblivious.

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Ariel pondered this thought as she went back to the room, but you could imagine her surprise when she saw her mate struggling with his buttons.

“Hm, where are you going? I thought you were not so strong.” The worry was heavily laced in her voice; even though she wanted him gone, she still needed him to be well.

“Toby just called and said that something had happened, and I need to be in the office.”

“Are you sure you will be okay?” Ariel called after him, but he was already gone.

“That was easy.” Ariel mused, and she was moving around the room, arranging the bed, and putting things in order.

She glanced at the clock, and this time it was just 5 minutes past the time, and she was hurrying to the table. She sent a message to Claudia to be sure she was ready, and she grabbed her note and pen, ready to take down whatever she heard, although she was still going to record the call.

She wasn’t going to leave any stone unturned.

It was ten on the dot, and Ariel sat rigidly on the chair, her feet tapping continuously on the cold floor and her hand poised on the phone, waiting for the familiar ringtone.

“Come on.” She whispered under her breath; it was already 7 minutes past, and the phone was still cold to the touch. “Come on, stranger, come on.” She was practically begging.

He had promised he was going to help; he couldn’t back her on her promise now.

It was more than 20 minutes now, and not even a beep, and she was getting dejected.

She should have known it was a scam.

“Ahhh.” Ariel groaned dejectedly, the chair creaking as she dragged it back. She dumped her body on the bed rather unladylike, her arms eagle spread, and her eyes focused on the ceiling yet not seeing anything.

Her eyes fluttered shut, her chest rising as she sucked in a large breath, and she slowly exhaled.

But she was opening her eyes and jumping out of bed as her phone blared out, disrupting the quiet air. Her heart was pounding behind her ribs as she glanced at the caller.

It was him.

“Hey!” Ariel spoke on the phone a little enthusiastically, and she was beating herself up as soon as the world left her mouth.

“Are you ready for this?” The distorted voice spoke through the mouthpiece, not even acknowledging her greeting.

But what was she expecting? She sobered up almost immediately, her mood turning sour. “Just spill, okay; I am not in the mood for any of your games.”

“I suggest you sit back because it is going to be a long one.”

Ariel rolled her eyes, but she listened to his advice, and she sat back as he began to talk.

And Ariel listened to all he had to say, her mouth slightly opening in shock.

“I don’t believe you.” She whispered as he finished pouring out everything he knew.

He told her everything-her lineage, her parents, what had happened to her pack, and the fact that she had lost her memory.

A dark chuckle could be heard from the speaker, and Ariel pulled the phone away, just to be sure he was still the same person on the phone.

“Why are you laughing? What is so funny?”

“For a pretty girl, you are a little dumb. But I guess it is alright; you already have a mate. Anyway, if you think I am lying, you could always ask your mate; he should know better.” The way the person spat out the mate suggests an internal beef between the two.

Does Kane know about this person?

The faintest hint of a scowl played on her lips, and she squinted her eyes in confusion. “I don’t understand. What has Kane got to do with this?”

“Are you really that dense that you don’t know your mate was at the forefront of the massacre?”

“I don’t understand.” Ariel gulped, little beads of perspiration forming on her forehead.

“Are you so dumb that you don’t know that destroying the moonlight pack was Kane’s mission? He killed your parents, hun.”

The dark laughter sounded in her ears-the cackling like those evil witches you would see in cartoons-and she knew that laughter was going to haunt her.

“You are a liar, a big, fat liar.” Even her comeback was weak, because somehow she could tell he was telling the truth, but she refused to wrap her mind around it.

Instead, his laughter continued to disrupt the tranquility of the room, sending chills down her spine, and she removed the phone, throwing it to the far end of the room.

Yet his laughter still haunts her.

Her eyes skidded away from the room, and she stared at the window, watching the hill that overlooks the manor, the butterfly that had come too close to the window, and the scent of fresh air, taking it all in.

Ariel didn’t know how long she had stayed in that position, frozen in that position until the door slowly opened and she was wrapped in the male scent.

It was so overwhelming that it enveloped the whole room, announcing its owner.

“Hey baby? How are you doing?” Kane asked, leaning down to give her a kiss, but she invaded his touch, and she slowly stood up, her movement reminding her of a rusty robot. “What is wrong?” His gaze ran over her figure.

Ariel looked into his eyes, looking for any sign of remorse, but none was forthcoming, and she dropped the bombshell.

“Who is Alpha John?”