Chapter 3

Alpha Enzo;

My hands tugged at my hair as I paced in my office. It's been ten  fucking hours, and the warriors still haven't found her yet. 

"She might be dead for all we know. This is all your fault!" My wolf, Atlas growled in my head.

Atlas had been whining nonstop since last night, and I haven't had a wink of sleep either. 

The door suddenly opened, and I quickly stood up from the chair. It was my Beta, Logan, looking tired and worried. 

"What is it? Any news yet?" I asked frantically.

He shook his head, sighing deeply, "We couldn't find her. The warriors were at it all night. Not even a glimpse."

My fists clenched in my hands at his words, and I punched at the wall angrily. 

"Fuck!!!"

Running a hand over my face, I paced in the office.

Logan was quiet for a while, and then he said, "I still can't believe  Ophelia would do something like that. That she would actually...."

He shook his head like he couldn't dare to say the word.

"Well, I couldn't believe it as well, Logan. But she fucking did it!"

"But that was extreme, Enzo. We both know that she wouldn't even hurt a fly. Hell, the Pack members all love her. To think she is capable of such a thing baffles me."

I snapped my head toward him, "She killed my mother, Logan. Barely a few hours after I asked her to leave! And you're saying she wouldn't!? To top it all, she tried to kill her sister. Who the hell does that?"

Logan's expression was a confused one, "What do you mean, you asked her to leave? What happened?"

I ran my hand through my hair, feeling disoriented.

"She slept with Ethan." I simply said, not mincing words.

It wasn't exactly news that my half-brother, Ethan, and I, didn't have the best sibling relationship.

His mother was my father's chosen mate, way before he became Alpha of the pack. All hell broke loose, when Gladdy, his mother found her fated mate and eloped with him, leaving him with my father.

Thanks to the Moon goddess, my father was fortunate enough to find his fated mate. And they had me. My father tried his best to give us equal treatment, which was the crux of our conflict.

Ethan was my father's firstborn, but as per the tradition of the pack, the Alpha position was to be given to the child, conceived by fated mates.

As we grew up, I was subjected to training. Combats, Etiquettes, and the rest of it, to prepare me for the task ahead.

That was the beginning of the rivalry. Ethan vehemently refused to back down his claims, that he was the supposed heir of the Pack.

He made it a point of duty to harass and cause trouble wherever he set foot. He was generally regarded as a force to be reckoned with, and we all couldn't keep up with him.

I would have banished him a long time ago, but mother held me back. If only I had known he had been seeing my wife all this while.

I shook my head, willing the thoughts out of my head.

I glanced at my Beta, Logan, who stood, mouth agape, staring at me. There was nothing else he could say at this point, as it wouldn't take a genius to realize I had been living with a two-faced wench for two years.

*******

I made my way to the infirmary, where Olivia, Ophelia's sister was.

She had just returned from a trip and shouldn't be in a situation like this. No one deserves to have her sister, stab her with a knife.

The thought of Olivia being capable of such, made me go crazy.

She was lying on her side, as I made my way to the single bed in the room, my brows furrowing.

"Hey, are you Okay?" I asked as I got closer to her. A sigh escaped my lips as I saw her hastily wipe her cheeks.

She sat up on the bed, offering me a wide smile, but I could see the hurt in her eyes.

Sitting down beside her, I tried to say something comforting. 

"How are you feeling?" I asked, glancing at her belly, where the stab wound was likely to be. She was clad in a white hospital gown, my hands reaching out to her.

I quickly retracted my hands. For a second, my mind fleeted to Ophelia. How we had hoped and prayed together to the main goddess to bless us with a child for years.

How I sincerely wished that she was carrying My child. But she just had to open her legs to my scum bag of a half-brother.

I felt a hand pressed on mine, and I looked up to see Olivia's worried gaze on me, "I know you are worried about my sister. I do too. Enzo, I...I am so sorry you have to go through this. I couldn't believe any of it when I heard it all."

I forced a smile, "Well, that makes two of us. I mean...Ophelia was a wonderful Luna and wife to me. It's kind of hard to find out, I have been living with a monster all this while. I had thought she was someone who wouldn't even hurt a fly."

"I am so sorry that you have to go through this," her hand wiped at her face, "it's funny how,  I just came back to surprise my sister, and what I got, is this...this devastating news, and then she tried to kill me."

Her lips trembled as she spoke until she couldn't hold it in anymore. Sobs wracked her entire body, as she placed both hands on her face, trying to keep the tears at bay. 

"I'm sorry, I just..."

"Shh..it's okay. I get it," I leaned closer, pulling her gently in my arms as I comforted her. 

Liv and I were quite close, way before Ophelia and I discovered we were mates. So, I felt a huge responsibility towards her at this moment.

But, I wasn't expecting her to pull away and press her lips to mine. 

"Liv.." I tried to pull away, "Liv what are you doing?"

She stared at me with teary eyes, and said, "I know you must be going through, Enzo. Trust me, I do. I just wanna take all your pain away. I just want you to forget about all this and focus on yourself."

At that moment, I didn't care that Ophelia's body was yet to be found. I didn't give a damn to Atlas who was growling at me.  

I shouldn't be doing this, but before I knew it, I crashed my lips on hers.