The Female Alpha You Can't Tame

Chapter 141: Chapter 141 Leave for my mate

As soon as our conversation ends and we bid farewell to each other my eyes are turned to the awaiting anxious Elriam.

"Help me slip away without the pack knowing." I tell her quickly running into the room with my beta hot on my heels. Pulling open the cupboard I grab a bag painted with the colour of ash.

"This is not a good idea." She says from behind me, her eyes glancing at my male lying upon the bed held by deep slumber.

"I know. But the matter leaves me with no choice." I reply whilst walking around the house picking up the supplies I need. Water, food, clothing...knives.

"But-" She begins to protest whilst I stop her with a raise of my palm. My fiery eyes turn to look at her.

"Elriam listen to me. This can go two ways, I may be too early or I may be too late. I prefer the first option." My voice low with a serious depth to it, our eyes meet as I wait for her patiently to contemplate the meaning of my words.

It takes a while for the spark of understanding to light up in her eyes. She gives me a curt nod of acknowledgement as I thank her with a quick smile.

"Kal drinks from the bottle, I taught you how to make his milk." I whisper to her who thrusts more packaged food into my bag. An older female of the pack had advised me three weeks ago that I can begin switching to formula if he takes it well and Kal indeed did.

Grabbing a shawl covering my hair and face so only my eyes remain bare to sight. If the pack knows I am leaving they shall see it as a negative sign leading to assumptions that shall merely cause unwanted chaos and devastation. If that pack finds me they may use me as bait. I need to be careful with my actions.

"Yes, Alpha."

"You are in charge whilst I am gone, find ways to calm the fire of curiosity that shall rise within the pack to my absence. Keep the scouts on the lookout, I may send a wolf back to you with news. Do not take your eyes off my male, hold him as if he is yours." As I run around the house with my quick actions my mouth spills non stop commands to her which she takes in with her hands clasped behind her back, head high and feet held apart. A warrior’s stance.

"I understand." She says her voice booming and strong yet I see the fight in her eyes. She is unsure of my decision, now it is her turn to hold the immense fear I held.

I throw a pile of my unwashed clothes into her hands which she catches with ease. "If my male cries for me, wear these clothes and hold him. These clothes still hold my scent and shall calm him." My commanding voice manifests into a whisper as I near him to place a soft kiss on his cheek. He flinches but continues to sleep. "I shall bring your father back home."

Tightening the knot of the shawl at the back of my neck grabbing the bag holding it over my shoulder I give Elriam a curt nod of farewell. The fact that my house was not close to the pack lands came to my advantage and I am able to slip out with no wolf’s interference.

As if the moon aided me with my decision only one truck remained, a truck meant for me to use for the warriors had taken the rest. Cronus had informed me that he would send his warriors right away. I need to be there when they arrive. Scanning the back of the truck finding several petrol jars that shall last for the ride to the war I grip the steering wheel tighter. Starting the engine, determination set free allowed to reign I drive away from my pack.

Five days, it took me five days to reach the independent pack lands. Five days of staring at the crumpled map, five days of sleeping in the tiny space at the back of the truck. Five days of taking baths in the cold streams and five days of hunting birds, frogs and wild hares.

The further I came closer to the final destination the more my surroundings changed. It became eerie and silent, wilder and less welcoming and calming. I left the truck far from the lands and went by foot the rest of the way. I held my wolf within me bounded in her cage for if she tore out of me the wolves would have recognized her scent. My body was covered in river mud that I smudged all over to hide my scent.

It was a difficult path of observing, crawling and hiding to get to their main base even searching for perhaps a camp set up by Deimos. I saw no bodies, I saw no blood. I did not understand, nothing made sense so I chose to do what looked like the best choice at the moment. I stayed put. I stayed at the same place hiding behind the shadows of the bushes for the entire day until the sun bled into darkness.

The sound of low chatter arises and I startle mind on alert quickly sitting up I peek through the leaves. Scanning the area two wolves sit upon a cut tree bark and speak between themselves. If I can fight and bound them perhaps I can get some answers. It is the quickest way and the easiest.

Picking up the knives gripping them tightly I crouch ready preparing my tactics for the attack. Once ready I make my move, it needs to be as quiet and swift as possible. As I begin to get up from my position a hand is thrust forward from behind to clamp over my mouth pulling me backwards with force.

Eyes widening I swing the knife in my hand aiming backwards one fluid thrust has the blade strike deep into the wolf’s flesh. He grunts but his left hand around my waist only tightens as he pulls me further back away from the bushes, away from my safety.

He pulls me further into darkness and I struggle in his grasp kicking and scratching, I extract the knife from his flesh and he curses loudly but before I could strike him again he shoves me onto a tree elbow propelled into my neck. As my wavering vision comes back and begins to focus I stare at the male in front of me with surprise.