Claimed by The Rogue Alpha
Claimed By The Rogue Alpha Chapter 68

==Matteo==

A knock came through, snatching me from my lifeless gaze. I glanced at the door, shut my eyes close and threw my head back at my swivel chair. I grumbled a 'come in'.

The door pulled open, and there was a moment of silence.

"Sir-"

"What you got?"

Yosef cleared his throat. "The curfew has extended to Brooke hurt, starting from 7 in the evening to 8 in the night."

The raid had temporarily interfered with internet connection. Yosef, however, saw to it that it was promptly fixed.

"Is that all?"

He was silent for a while before replying. "A lot of buildings were...destroyed. Vintage happened to be one of them, unfortunately." "And? What're the statistics?"

"Total. Total raid."

I shut my eyes tight. Emotions eating me raw. I swallowed the bile that'd found its way into my mouth, and even getting it removed hurt. The lump in my throat was a stumbling block.

A lone tear ran down from my left eye. I didn't bother to wipe it off.

"Sir...A body was found two nights ago. That's the instigator." I didn't say anything, but rather turned to look at him. "It was determined as a work of a wolf. The grievance of Fridgeton citizens is born from the fact that the three bodies were all victims of a wolf attack."

I frowned at him, despite my depressed state. "What're talking about? What three bodies?"

"Over two past months, there have been cases-"

"What am I to you? A daftie?"

"Certainly not," Yosef said, shaking his head.

I eyed him, but then soon shook out if my annoyance. "So, there is the guy from... the highway. Lane what is that?"

"114."

"So, who's the third?"

Yosef hesitated. He then straightened up and said, "Pete Haynes."

I pulled back. "What?"

"Suicide was ruled out. Based on the forensic evidence and the coroner's report, Pete was said to have sustained a blunt force trauma to the head. The police had initially believed he sustained that while descending the chimney. The numerous claw marks on his body has been tested and came back positive to a wolf's."

Pete had actually been killed? He'd been attacked by a wolf? The information hovered around, not able to sink in.

Three people dead, and they all had been a wolf attack. What? It was indeed suspicious because it wasn't very common for the inhabitants of Brookehurt to target the people of Fridgeton. It was against our imaginary code of conduct. Fridgeton was our close neighbour and we knew how f****d up ambushing it was. So, what had changed?

Could this be the doing of a different wolf city? Tyrex was known to be bellicose. So, was that it? It got to be.

Fridgeton citizens weren't going to have it. I knew. They were prepared to fight. And in the same vein, Brookehurt would defend her territory.

This was war, officially.

***

Andrea tied the strings of her night robe, bringing it to a knot on her midsection. She dragged her feet to the door and inserted the key in the hole. A little pull was what she gave the door before turning back towards her room. "Christ. Where have you been? You kept me standing for ages."

Andrea ignored her as she disappeared into their shared room. Her heart burned still from yesterday's revelation. She hadn't batted an eyelid last night, and wasn't going to until she confronted Yvonne about the allegation. She hoped, really hoped that this was all a joke and that Jimmy had been at his usual brouhaha. She stared at her phone that laid on the dresser, brows furrowed. She broke free from her trance and picked it up.

Reappearing in the living room, she spotted Yvonne kitchen, pouring herself a shot of vodka. Cheap vodka.

Andrea stood, facing Yvonne, deep seated anger bubbling inside of her. She was utterly disgusted. If what Jimmy had told her was true, then f**k yeah, all hell was going to break loose. The entire neighbourhood wouldn't hear the end of their quarrel. Andrea sized Yvonne up. The strawberry blonde donned a sports bra which by all accounts was several sizes smaller than her. Her enormous boobs craved to be free. Andrea got a sting in her chest. Could it be Jimmy was right?

Yvonne having realised that Andrea was staring at her, slammed her shot glass on the counter and lifter her gaze. "What?"

Despite being several inches shorter than Yvonne, Andrea wasn't intimidated. If anything, her resolve to tackle her potential threat increased.

Andrea crossed the distance between them, her eyes still fixed on her. She flashed the phone before Yvonne whose face expressed utter confusion. Yvonne glanced at the phone, her lips making a little circle. Andrea banked on it. That singular action pierced a hole in any hope she'd had that this was a joke.

Yvonne soon got a grip on herself and tore her gaze from the screen. She fixed it on Andrea. "Okay, what the f**k is going on here?"

"Do you know him?"

Yvonne regarded her with contempt before heading to the room. Andrea rushed towards her and barred her way.

If looks could kill, Andrea would have been six feet underground by now. But she didn't care. Nothing else mattered. "Answer the f*****g question!"

"Yes, I know him." Yvonne snapped back. "What, can you let me be now?"

One blow to the stomach, it was. However, she fought to keep calm. She couldn't just blow up without learning the extent of Yvonne's knowing to The Master.

"Did you guys have s*x?"

Yvonne raised her brow, her right eye batting. It was all the reply Andrea needed. "You're so f*****g unbelievable," Yvonne spat, pushing her off her way.

Andrea didn't chase after her. She had gotten all the answers she needed. She'd always known The Master was a fuckboy. She'd always known his libido was so high, it only made her wonder if he thought about s*x every hour of the day. But never had it crossed her mind that this person she'd pledged her heart to would be so callous as to sleep with her friend. The line had ultimately been crossed and she would do everything in her f*****g power to bring The Master down. Everything.