Filed to story: The Luna Mated to Triplet Alphas Novel
“What’s the point of being here when we need to be finding Deidre and questioning her?” Asked Calix, getting antsy.
“We said from the beginning that we needed to check out all three people and all three places Mom spoke about when she told us about Chalice and Chase,” said Alex, jogging Calix’s memory.
So far this place wasn’t exactly enlightening. There were no leads here. At least, the fight was starting. The announcer was about to introduce the fighters. The red fans waited on their competitor’s side of the cage whilst the blue fans waited on the other.
“Fighting tonight, in this corner, we have six foot six, hard as bricks, two hundred and forty pounds of not playing around, Blanch the Avalanche!!” Boomed the announcer, being cheesy as f**k with his rhymes.
The blue fans yelled and jumped up and down for their guy while the red ones jeered at him as he entered the cage.
Blanch, which I had thought was a girl’s name, was a platinum-haired male werewolf with very light blue eyes. His eyes looked almost white from where I sat. Blanch was also missing an eyebrow. I wasn’t sure if he had intentionally shaved it off or if he was shaky with his razor in the morning from one concussion too many. He was shirtless in blue shorts. He bared his canines and his blue-clad fans cheered. Hmph. These people were easily imp**ssed. Who was the next chump? Werewolf fights didn’t have strict weight classes so the next person could look like anything. I had seen some pretty scrawny wolves take down some heavyweights. All wolves had super strength so technique was quite important.
“Fighting tonight, in the other corner, we have two hundred and twenty pounds of lean, mean, fighting machine. At six foot four, let’s get him out on the floor it’s Dante the Destroyer!!” Thundered the announcer theatrically.
I snorted with laughter. I couldn’t get over these cheesy ass lines. The red fans were rejoicing while Dante, clad only in red shorts, entered the cage to face Blanch. Time froze. My nose twitched. It was faint but it was unmistakable. I got up and descended the VIP stairs making my way through the crowd. A path cleared for me easily as the fellow wolves could pick up on my Alpha’s Aura. It wouldn’t be a good idea for any of them to get in my way right now. The closer I got, the more convinced I became. When I reached the cage, I was stone-cold certain. That was her scent. Chasity’s beautiful perfect scent. Roses and honey. My mate’s scent on Dante’s filthy skin. What. The. f**k. I had never been more enraged in my entire life. I was shaking. What was her scent doing on him? Was he the kidnapper? Had he touched my mate?! I would rip his hands off for touching her. I would tear his eyes out for looking at her. I would take his life for taking her from me. I let out a roar that silenced the onlookers and the announcer. This would be Dante’s last fight but Blanch would not be his opponent!
Felix
I grasped the bars of the cage and pulled until I ripped the bars right off. The fans in the crowd began to scatter with many of them screaming and running straight out of the club. It was ridiculous how scared these cage-fight club attendees were of a real fight. There was a brave minority of fans who remained and began cheering wildly, thinking it was all a part of the show.
Dante, on the other hand, knew this was not a part of the scheduled programming. He also knew who I was and why I was angry. I could see it in his face. He was guilty. This motherf**ker knew where my Chasity was. He ran out of the cage through the same place he had just entered. He bumped into Alex and Calix. Dante turned around, intending to run the other way but I was over there in a flash. I punched Dante right in his guilty face, knocking him out cold.
“Do you guys smell Chasity on him too?” I asked, half-hoping I was imagining it because I was terrified of the implications.
Why had this half-naked cage-fighter kidnapped Chasity? Surely, he was some kind of f**king pervert. I felt so sick just thinking about it. I couldn’t kill him right away because I needed to question him in order to rescue Chasity. Alex nodded gravely and Calix took a deep shaky breath. I could tell they were feeling as disturbed as I was.
“What now?” Asked Calix.
“We need to question him,” I said.
“We need to secure him first. We can’t have him running off. If he does, the first thing on his mind will be to relocate Chasity and we can’t let that happen. She’s most likely on our lands still,” said Alex.
Chance and Danny ran over to us. Grandpa Chance immediately kicked Dante.
“Asshole!” Yelled Chance.
“He’s unconscious,” said Calix.
“Oh,” said Chance.
We tied Dante up and put him in the trunk. We sped back to the pack house. I had never driven faster in my life. No one complained about my speeding though, not even traffic warden Alex.
There were cells in the pack house basement that were rarely in use, mostly because Mom didn’t want criminals in the house even if they were locked up. We put Dante in the first cell.
“Shake him awake, the sooner he talks, the sooner I can see Chasity,” whined Calix.
I had to agree with Calix there. I was thinking of pouring icy water on Dante’s face when he groaned. “Dante the Destroyer” was waking up. He looked around in confusion and then caught sight of us on the other side of the bars. He glared at us, eyes narrowed.
Alex and Calix flanked me as I stepped nearer to the bars of Dante’s cell. I could feel my eyes fl**kering to black.
“I’m going to give you one chance to talk on your own before I make you talk! It’s just one, simple question. Where is Chasity?” I said, enunciating every word very clearly.
I wasn’t in the mood to repeat myself.
“By the time you get to Chasity, it’ll be too late anyway!” Snarled Dante, a malicious look on his face.
I let out a growl. This crazy f**ker had a death wish. Even Calix was black-eyed after that statement. He was taunting us! Alex bared his canines at Dante.
“Do we know anything?” Asked Chance anxiously as he and Danny descended the nearby staircase.
The grandpa and the private investigator had stopped on our way in to explain to Mom why we were dragging an unconscious man into the house.
“We will soon,” I promised them, reaching for my tool pack and removing a pair of pliers from it.
Maybe Dante had too many fi**gers and too many teeth or something, that was why he was slow to talk. Things were too easy for him.
“You don’t scare me!” Growled Dante.
I snorted with laughter.
“We’ll see about that,” I said with a shrug.
“I have nothing to live for anyway!” Revealed Dante, his tone a strange mixture of spiteful and sorrowful.
Was he feeling sorry for himself when he was the one who had kidnapped a sweet innocent girl who was minding her own business on the balcony of her pack house.
“Are you seriously trying to make me feel sorry for you?” I hissed. “You have something to do with my mate being missing!”
I was beside myself with fury. Messing with a wolf’s mate was unforgivable.
“There’s no worse pain than that for a wolf!” I snarled.
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