The Darling Of The Alpha
Chapter 41

Omniscient

A week has passed since Xander and Camila show each other how much they love each other every day in their room and from time to time in their office while the alpha and the moon are ignorant of everything that the superior of the hunters plans, who is determined to fulfill his promise to make the prince’s b***d flow and destroy what he loves most, his moon.

The vampire is like a snake, he poisons his mind every day by bringing him information about that traitor who is infiltrated into the alpha king’s pack. A woman spiteful and full of hatred, since the love of her life does not want to be by her side, so the bloodsucker whispers in her ear that by eliminating the moon she will get what she wants and she is stupid. Believe all your lies.

What no one knows is that that vampire only wants one thing, the death of the alpha prince and that his plan is working out, just as he has planned for all those years.

(…)

—Camila, you know I don’t want you to leave the pack alone,” Xander worries as he signs some papers with his loud voice activated on the phone.

“I’m just going out to buy something at the mall,” Camila responds like a real pamper. “Besides, you know that I know how to take care of myself and that I’m a strong hunter,” she reminds him while brushing her hair. Xander sighs and calculates the possibility that there is that someone hurts him.

He growls because he knows his moon is good at defense and has even kicked the butts of the mansion’s best guards.

“It’s okay,” she murmurs, running a hand through her hair.

These days not everything has been rosy for the alpha, who has received constant anonymous threats and in order not to worry Camila, he decided to keep quiet and increase surveillance in the pack.

“That’s why I love you little wolf,” she whispers, taking the bag from her and taking out the loudspeaker phone.

—Why do I allow myself to be easily manipulated?—Ask seriously.

“For that and for other things,” the moon responds, letting out a laugh when she hears the wolf’s growl. “Besides, what I’ll buy suits you,” she adds, almost purring the last thing and hanging up the call, leaving the alpha with a lot of intrigue.

Camila goes straight to the garage where she takes her little pink car that Xander gave her two days ago for her eighteenth birthday. Since she was little, the spoiled one likes pink in almost all its shades, except the bright one as she calls it, it is not to her liking. She starts the vehicle and leaves the house, heading for the front door, she touches a button on her steering wheel and the huge gates open.

(…)

The spoiled woman observes the watches of different sizes and colors without realizing that she is being spied on and that each of her movements are being studied.

“I want that one,” he points to a gold one, encrusted with some diamonds.

She smiles as she imagines what the watch would look like on Xander.

It took three minutes inside the store to go to one that has become her favorite for a long time and that is the lingerie store. The spoiled girl loves to see how her alpha’s eyes change color when she sees her with those provocative underwear, which in most of them end up torn.

“You’re paying for me, little wolf,” he whispers, looking at that area he doesn’t like to go to frequently, Victoria Secret where you can replace panties for up to a hundred euros. He looks at a white lace one just the size of her, she takes it. “You’ll be the surprise,” she whispers, looking at the underwear she just took.

(…)

When Camila is in her parking lot, her senses activate when she hears footsteps behind her. Her body goes into tension and she turns around to replace three guys dressed in black. She doesn’t quite understand what’s happening, but she doesn’t show any fear either.

It is only a matter of a second for Camila to be surrounded by subjects that do not give off any odor in order to identify them or point out the species guilty of any crime committed against the moon.

—What do you want?—Asks the spoiled one, directly and without any expression, looking at each one of them.

She carefully observes each one’s movements.

“To you,” one of the subjects responds. Camila leaves her shopping bags on the floor and gets into a fighting position, she won’t let herself be caught that easily.

“They’ll have to kill me first,” they announce and they attack the spoiled girl, but she defends herself, kicking, punching and headbutting the kidnappers who have a direct order from her superior to take her alive. Camila defends herself and blocks some kicks that one of

them The subjects throw her, but I never expect someone to throw a tranquilizer that in a matter of seconds leaves her out of battle.

“Sir, we already have it,” one of the subjects announces, panting, through her communicator.

“Good job,” responds the superior of the hunters with a Machiavellian smile from an abandoned cabin. “Bring her right away.”

Xander Cohen

I joined the company after having a meeting at a restaurant in the city center, Parker, my beta, decided to return to Mimy after I called him to tell him about the threats I have been receiving for a few days .

—Did Camila get home?—I ask when I sit in my chair behind my desk, I open my laptop waiting for a response.

“No,” Parker answers, I can’t help but feel worried because it’s been more than five hours since Camila left the pack to go to the mall, she doesn’t spend much time in that place.

“I need you to look for her at the mall,” I order, calling his phone, which doesn’t answer. I growl and run a hand over my face, frustrated and at the same time afraid that something has happened to my moon.

“Calm down brother, you know what women are like in malls,” my best friend, Parker, tries to calm me down when he hears my growls.

“I don’t know, Parker, I have a feeling something’s not right,” I whisper, looking into his eyes and he nods to run out of the office.

“I’ll take care of looking for her myself,” Parker announces over the link. I don’t answer and call Camila’s phone again, but he doesn’t answer.

—My moon, where will you be?—I ask the solitude of my office.

Omniscient

Camila wakes up disoriented while a chill runs down her spine when she sees the place where she is, it is a cell in the basement of the hunters’ superior’s cabin.

The putrid smell and humidity makes Camila make a face of disgust, she gets up from the dirty floor to realize that her ankle is tied to a chain as if it were an animal, her body trembles from a chill that runs through the entire column of it.

Her only fear is not being by Xander’s side again.

The spoiled one for the first time in her life feels unprotected, alone and abandoned. Apart from feeling each of those things in her chest, enormous worry settles in and helplessness takes over every cell in her body, but she is sure that those feelings are from another person, Xander who is right now in the office giving He turned around like a caged lion, since Parker told him that he found the moon car and that next to it were the shopping bags.

“I need to go replace my moon,” Bruno growls, trying to take control of Xander’s body.

“Do you think I don’t want to go out looking for her too?” The alpha growled at her in annoyance as he drank a glass of whiskey to calm his desire to destroy everything in his path.

“I will destroy whoever took her,” Bruno blurts out angrily and then closes the link, Xander lets out a growl that causes the royal guards outside the office to shudder.

There is nothing more dangerous than an angry alpha.

“Xander, I need you to control yourself,” his father asks him.

“You ask me to check on me when I don’t know where my moon is and that they’re doing what they took her to,” he growls, annoyed, looking at his father with his eyes that shine a crimson red.

“I know, son, but you can’t lose control,” he communicates, knowing that nothing good comes when an alpha of his magnitude loses control of his wolf and lets anger take over.

On the other hand, Camila is sitting on the floor of the cell with her senses heightened, trying to listen, but nothing can be heard, not a footstep, not a whisper, just total silence.

—Are you sure she’s not a human? —Asks the superior, looking at the subjects who brought Camila.

“Yes sir,” the mission manager responds. “A human couldn’t defend herself against her and wouldn’t put up as much of a fight as her,” he comments, remembering that it was difficult to catch her.

“That’s because the real dog marked her,” announces the vampire who is sitting on the couch to try to mislead the hunters; it’s not in his best interest for them to discover that Camila is a hunter. “When a wolf marks her partner and she is human, she gains more resistance, strength and speed,” he adds and the superior nods at such words.

“You may leave,” he asks the subjects who bow and leave the office. —That suits us, since if we kill her, the dog will also fall sooner or later.