Chapter 6 : Operative Alpha.

Alpha Xavier's point of view

My whole attention was on my mate as she got scanned, tested, and examined once more, but this time it was proving to be a success. One of the perks of her being my mate is me being able to find and follow her scent easily, but what I never counted on was what I would find once I found her.

Finding her was one thing, but actually getting her back was another. Her hazed and crazed eyes were all that grabbed my attention as she looked down at the two werewolves on the floor moaning with pain.

"What happened? Hey, are you OK? Who did all this? Did you get attacked? Why did you run? "

My feet immediately brought me to her as my hands rested on her body, trying to look for any injuries she might have sustained, only to find none. I could feel the light sparks going down my body as our skin touched, but I ignored it. It was not the time to deal with our mate bond, or what I think is the mate bond.

"I apologize...I panicked. I don't know what happened. I just wanted to protect myself. Next thing I knew, they were just on the floor. I didn't mean to hurt them; I was just scared. "Please don't punish me,"

I could see the panic in her eyes as we both now looked at the two pathetic werewolves on the floor. I could feel some anger and deep annoyance going through my system just at how pathetic my pack warriors had to be to be taken down by one confused girl. They could just tell that I was infuriated by their incompetence, and luckily for them, they left right before I let them experience my wrath.

The more I looked at her, the more unsettled I became. Something about her was off, but I couldn't quite figure out what. Maybe it was how she took down very capable and highly trained members of my pack without a second thought, or maybe it was just how different she was acting. Her wild crazed eyes, jet black hair, and lean, petite body are covered in tattoos. Even with her wearing nothing but a white shirt and walking around lost and barefoot, there was still an air that screamed "bad a** b*tch" around her. Her confused, lost damsel in distress attitude completely opposed her kick a** exterior. She had just taken down warriors, for goodness sake, and now she looked at me with panic and confusion? I could not help but wonder if maybe she was faking it to get to my head or maybe even to weaken me.

I took a step closer to her, trying to seem as intimidating as possible whilst looking deeper into her eyes. Her confusion was real and her panicked state all the more real. Her eyes slowly went up and down my frame with curiosity and interest. I could just tell that I intrigued her. A part of me wanted to ask her what she was thinking. I wanted to know what she thought of me. Did she find me attractive? Did she understand who I was, what I stood for, and who I was supposed to be to her... that I was her mate?Should I tell her about me, about us, and who we are supposed to be? Would her knowing about the mate bond between us change things? No!I refuse to let her have so much power over me. What she does not know won't kill her. Besides, I too am not sure about us and our future. Do I want a future with her?

"I can tell that you are really confused about all this. I am in no way your enemy. I am just trying to do what is best for my pack. Why don't the two of us go back to the holding facility where we can both get answers to the questions that trouble us? I promise you that my team will help you figure out exactly why you ended up in this mess, how, why you, why now and for what reason,"

Her arms gently wrapped around mine as I held her to my chest, just trying to soothe and calm her down by all means. Something about having her in my arms just felt so right, but I knew that I had to let her go. I could not get carried away in the heat of the moment. She could still be just a pawn being used to get to me, and I refuse to allow that to happen. The tingles and sparks that littered my body at her touch just mocked me, played with my soul and made the fight for control between me and my mate harder. Something about having her so close, feeling her skin, and her scent intoxicating me just drove me into a fit of passion.

With no other option aside from self preservation, I took a deep breath in, fixed myself up, and slowly distanced myself from the temptation that was my beautiful mate. As far as I distanced myself, her scent still followed me, but at least the lack of contact minimized the temptation and calmed my wolf's desire.

Our little bonding session seemed to do the trick as we both peacefully walked back to the holding facility. Hopefully she will not try to escape, and this is not just a trick to get me to let my guard down... The thought alone caused a slight pang in my heart, which I swiftly ignored.

"I hope you have that rogue under control." I am not about to get my hands on her, so make sure she does not dare me, "

Great dread washed over me as we walked in on Caleb waiting for us with a very stern and annoyed face. I took in a deep breath and tried to calm my wolf down at the disrespect and obvious threat against my mate before mind linking him back.

I know you are the operative Alpha of this pack, but I am still your alpha and I do not appreciate this disrespect, especially around strangers. Who even told you she was a rogue? Is there any werewolf scent on her, or does she simply smell like a supernatural?Get out of your own head and focus. The girl is probably more human than anything, and you would have noticed that if you actually took time off to examine her. Besides, what werewolf do you know actually has tattoos that heal and disappear after this long... think, "

No further words were exchanged between Caleb and I as we watched the magical and medical teams examine her. She made no attempt to protest nor try to attack any of the examiners, which was a good thing. Hopefully we'll get answers soon.

My relationship with Caleb was quite broken and complicated, but I knew that it needed to be mended soon.

As the alpha of the Royal pack, I was ultimately the werewolf alpha king. Being the alpha king of all werewolves as well as the alpha of my own pack took mental and emotional strength that I unfortunately could not shoulder on my own, which is where Caleb comes in.

Skipping through the gory details, I lost the love of my life, my Luna, my mate, my wife, the mother of my child... my first mate. The whole kingdom could feel my pain and instability. Most wolves become unstable, crazed, wild, and suicidal after the loss of their mates, and I was no exception.

At this point, revenge was the only thing that kept my blood pumping and my thirst for the blood of those responsible for my loss was keeping me going. Living out of spite, driven by revenge, and being mentally and emotionally unstable made me unfit for my position. Managing my duties as an alpha was the least of my problems and definitely not something I cared for.

My wolf was slowly losing its sanity and I was losing every bit of humanity that I had left, so I had to bind myself. I needed someone to share it with me; my pain, heartbreak, misery, duties and responsibilities. With Caleb already being my Beta, best friend, and my mate's elder brother, he was the obvious choice. I bound us together to heal on my own and allowed him to be my operations alpha, but that resulted in strains within our relationship and the development of a weird power dynamic between the two of us.

I was the alpha's king but I could not lead my pack, so I relinquished that control to him with me being the alpha king and him leading my pack as the operative Alpha and me being the soon to be alpha whenever I am ready.

"Who is that woman and what is her mission here?"

Caleb did not even let the examiner finish their evaluation of my mate as he entered the room before firing off with questions as usual.

Choosing to ignore Caleb, I stood beside my mate just looking at her hand, wishing I could hold it. A small warm smile lightly graced her lips as I asked how she was doing, and that in turn just warmed up my own heart.

"Physically, I’m a little banged up, but they said that my tattoos are all new, but once they heal, everything is going to be fine." Emotionally, I don’t know. I just wish I at least knew who I was,"

I almost hissed at one of the medical examiners for cutting my friend off, but I decided to just let him finish.

"Her narrative memory has been obliterated, but her procedural memory still seems to be intact,"

I could pretty much just smell the criticism coming out of Beta Caleb's mouth, so I decided to say nothing, as I too wanted to know the answer.

"So she can walk, talk, and understand the world?" Curiosity got the best of me, and I inquired of the medical examiner.

The doctor's words were ringing in my ear and I was paying full attention to the conversation until my wolf kept sending thoughts to my head... my thoughts if my mate is naked.

Yeah, conceptually, it all seems to be there, but the specifics are clouding. For instance, she knows what music is but doesn’t remember who her favourite artist or song is. There is a great chance that her memory will come back to her. Honestly, we have never had a case like this before. And when I say we, I mean the entirety of the medical and magical sciences. So it’s possible that something familiar could trigger a memory. There is no way to know for sure aside from just waiting it out, "

All those people taking pictures of her tattoos... all of her tattoos, thus seeing her naked body. The doctor was still saying something, but all I could focus on was all those people who had been looking at her nakedness since she stepped foot into my pack. My thoughts were racing and my imagination was running wild.