Chapter 199 – The Luna Mated to Triplet Alphas Novel

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Chasity, my Luna, wherever you are, please hold on. Please. We’re on our way, I promised her, knowing the mind link most likely wouldn’t reach her.

Time to finish searching the house! I commanded. Look at it this way! This is the biggest lead yet! Even though we discovered something worrisome, we also know that Chasity and the pup are probably on our lands still! We have a home-court advantage, I said.

This isn’t basketball, grumbled Felix. It’s not a game. My mate’s life and my child’s life are on the line!

Our Luna’s life and our child’s life are on the line, I corrected him.

I half-expected him to argue further but he just made a disgruntled noise and folded his arms.

Let’s search this place from top to bottom, said Chance, a determined look in his eyes though they were brimming with unshed tears.

I nodded. The residence had three storeys including the attic. It was a huge property, almost as large as the pack house, and we painstakingly searched each and every room. I didn’t believe in splitting up in these situations if it could be avoided so we went from room to room together, combing through every inch of the place: opening every drawer, looking in every cupboard, sifting through every letter and file found. We pushed against the walls and floors in random places, looking for any secret passageways. We looked behind every painting in case there was a security camera there or a trapdoor.

I kept that someone would come home soon. In fact, I hoped that someone would show up. Then, we could question them.

“Ugh!” Grouched Felix aloud. “It’s useless!”

Calix sighed, looking defeated. I wanted to tear this place apart in frustration but I had to hold it together and go about this methodically. This house was the biggest clue thus far. Chasity’s scent was here. Chasity had been here. That had to count for something. Her scent was altered by her pregnancy and that was a new development. She hadn’t been far along enough to smell any different the last time I had held her. That meant this house had to be affiliated with the kidnappers in some way.

“Find out who owns this house and if they were renting it out to anyone!” I said sternly to Danny.

Danny nodded eagerly.

“Will do. Also, I’m arranging for us to meet Dexter Sharpe in the interim while we’re tracking down Deidre Binx,” said Danny.

Calix raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“That’s the conspiracy theory guy who was friends with Chase, Chasity’s father?” Asked Calix.

Danny nodded. I resisted the urge to down cry the idea. Beggars could not be choosers. We needed every lead we could get. I had promised to leave no stone unturned so I knew I had to talk to this Dexter guy. I just hoped it wouldn’t be a waste of time because with the baby on the way there was no time to waste whatsoever.

Calix

Lucky for us, Dexter Sharpe agreed to meet with us that same day. Not that any of us felt lucky right now though. When Danny gave me the address, I realised it was just a little way past Domino, the lookout point where Chasity had marked me. I told myself I wouldn’t look as we passed it but I did. The memory was bittersweet now, tainted by the present. The mark on my neck tingled as we drove by. I trailed my fi**gers over it. The permanence of Chasity’s mark comforted me. We would always belong to each other no matter what happened. The memory of that day was so vivid I could almost smell her floral scent. Everything was burnt into my brain: her smile, her voice, the taste of her skin, the way she looked at me. I hoped the memories stayed just as vibrant over time. I was petrified that the memories would fade and then I would feel like I had lost her twice. I had to placate myself with the hope that she was not lost to me forever. We were doing everything we could to find her. I just hoped we were on the right path. Our story could not end this way. It just couldn’t. Chasity deserved better. Much better. The best actually! A proper happily ever after.

Alex

If Dexter’s house was any indication of the type of person he was then I already disliked him. The place was a run-down looking mess. The one-storey house was narrow but long and the wood was bare as though it had never been painted or treated in any way. Perhaps, the pain had peeled off, I reasoned. Perhaps, he had fallen on hard times. I shouldn’t be so harsh, so judgemental. I didn’t know his circumstances.

The front yard was blanketed with knee-high sludgy snow. This was not the work of a fresh snowfall. This was negligence. Hmph. My eyes couldn’t help but trail over some suspicious-looking spots on the wood. I held in a gasp. Black mould!

Of course Calix was walking right up to the largest patch of black mould to inspect it. Before I could call out to him, Chance grabbed his shoulder.

“Be careful, son, you could get sick!” Warned Chance, pulling him gently backwards.

Black mould was potentially deadly to humans. It could cause them to have respiratory problems. For werewolves, however, it would take an unprecedented amount of black mould to get us sick but that was besides the point. No wolf should let mould grow all over their house just because our lungs were tough enough to handle it. What about the pups in the area? It could affect them. I doubted Dexter had anyone else living here with him. I pictured him being a loner.

“Thanks, Grandpa,” I heard Calix say as he stepped away from the mould.

Chance actually smiled brightly in response to that. I was amazed that Chance was cautious about mould when his office looked like a good place to sample it.

Felix was ahead of everyone, stomping up to the door and making the rickety porch creak and shake under him. He banged on the door. Someone opened it rather quickly leaving Felix’s fist frozen in midair. Felix grinned awkwardly at the man behind the door before pocketing his fist.

Felix

I was not expecting to have the door opened mid-bang. I gave the guy an apologetic grin as I stuffed my hands in my coat’s pockets. He needed to understand that I was in a time-crunch here.

“Dexter Sharpe?” I said, raising my eyebrows expectantly.

The guy was tall and very thin. Even his face lacked the fullness of youth that most wolves had. He had large light blue eyes and brown hair. Although the hair on his head was thinning slightly, his eyebrows were flourishing. I almost thought they were fake or something. They were so thick and fuzzy, I wouldn’t be surprised if they vacated his face to go munch on leaves and build cocoons any day now. The guy fidgeted just as much as Mom had said. I had thought she was just being mean. I tried not to look at the wiggling movements of his fi**gers so as to not make him uncomfortable. It was the least I could do. I had already blatantly stared at his eyebrows.

“Dexter Sharpe?” Said the man.

Was he asking me?

“You are under arrest! You have the right to remain silent! Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law! You had the right to an attorney. If you can’t afford one, one will be appointed to you…” he launched into an episode of Law and Order.

“Ok,” I said, holding up my hands indicating he needed to stop.

I didn’t have time for this shit. This wasn’t a f**king joke. My baby was missing and pregnant.

“Our mate, Chasity, is missing!” I said pointedly.

It pained me to even have to say that. The man stopped being an asshole and nodded, taking on a serious exp**ssion.

“Time is of the essence,” I added, practically pleading with him. “Are you Dexter Sharpe?” I asked again.

“Yes!” He said finally.

I let out a sigh of relief. Dexter let us inside his house. He was a hoarder and Alex looked like he was having a fit over the state of the place. Calix and Danny were all polite smiles and Chance was right at home. I didn’t live here so I didn’t care. I refuse to describe all the stuff he had in there. Just picture whatever you want.

“We’re sorry for any inconvenience if you were busy or anything…” said Calix, trailing off because that was a total lie.

We didn’t care who we inconvenienced during our investigation.

“Oh, no!” Said Dexter. “I am ready for this moment!”

Now, we were talking.

“So you have an idea of why we’re here?” Asked Alex, clearly intrigued.

“It’s all over the news! I have all of it recorded! Would you like to watch it?” Asked Dexter excitedly.

“No! That’s ok!” I responded instantly.

Didn’t I just inform him that time was of the essence?

“Your story…the triplet alphas…Chasity’s disappearance! It’s all over the news!” Repeated Dexter, wringing his hands nervously.

“What do you know about Chasity?” Enquired Calix.

“Past, present or future?” Clarified Dexter, gesturing behind him, beside him and in front of him respectively.

I wasn’t going to get away from a long speech, was I?

“Start at the beginning,” I said, frowning.

Dexter took on a sombre exp**ssion. He shrugged.

“Chase was my best friend. My only friend,” he said softly.

I felt sorry for the guy. It didn’t seem like he had found his mate yet so with his best friend gone, it must be a lonely life.

“I’m really sorry,” said Calix quietly.

“I’m really sorry! About your mate! Little Luna Chasity!” Said Dexter in earnest.

“Well, she’s not dead!!” Retorted Chance, clutching his ch*st in alarm.

Calix r*bbed his back. Dexter held up his palms defensively, realising what he had implied. Chasity was NOT dead!

“I know, I know,” said Dexter in response to Chance. “Neither is Chase.”

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