Alec’s

Living among humans and hiding our nature, we've learned to clean up our messes. That's why there has never been a string of suspicious deaths, even though we kill rogues all the time. We soon get to the vehicles, and I get in, still cradling Sadie's form in my arms as if she were a lifeline.

I look down at her, staring at her angelic face. Her scar glares accusingly at me. Mocking me for the care I was showing her when I was the one that put that scar on her face.

Unable to look at the evidence of my cruelty towards her, I look up just as Micah gets behind the wheel and starts the car.

"Explain to me how the cops got to the scene before you did." I demand, trying to distract myself.

I couldn't look at Sadie's face without feeling guilty, but I refused to let her go. She is going to stay in my arms until we get to the pack.

"We honestly don't know," Jason answers. "By the time our guy got there, the cops were already on site. They couldn't do anything."

"Is there any CCTV footage?"

"Fin said he'd get back to us if he finds something." This comes from Micah. "Though he did say that now that the cops are involved, if there is any footage, he can't erase it or tamper with it. It would cause more suspicion and bring unwanted attention."

Damn it, this is what Sadie and I were afraid of. We need to handle it before the police start to dig into our business.

"Jason, get in touch with our contact in the station. Tell him to keep his ear to the ground and, if he hears anything, to let us know immediately."

He nods his head before fishing out his phone to probably dial one of him. He wasn't from our pack, but he's is known to do favors for other packs.

"You know what this means, right?" Micah asks, his tone somber.

With the cops involved, it meant that I'll be hearing from them soon. Sure, the Jeep was Micah's, but it's

registered under my name. He has his own personal car, registered in his name, but the jeep is curtesy of the pack. Think of it as a company car. All the top officials (that is, Jason, Micah, and me) have one. The rest of the pack are given funds to buy cars.

Right now, though, I couldn't be bothered. My focus was on Sadie and making sure she was alright.

It doesn't take long to get to the

pack. The moment Micah parks the

car, I am out of the door and

heading straight for the pack

hospital. With my speed, it only

takes minutes.

"Get me a doctor!" I shout as I walk inside the hospital.

The nurses rush to do my bidding. Two of them grab a stretcher and rush towards me. They silently ask me to place Sadie down.

"Her shoulder is cut, and she may have broken her hand."

"Lay her on her side, Alpha. I promise we'll take good care of her," one of them says.

I have to literally fight myself in order

to let her go. My entire beingCcontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

screamed against it. The only

reason that I don't rush after them is

because I know she needs

treatment.

"Alpha, you are also hurt. Let me look at it." Doctor Jacobs walks towards me.

"No need. I'm fine and I'll heal. Make sure she's okay first." It's a command, and he can't go against my order, so he turns and follows Sadie and the two nurses.

I watch them wheel Sadie away, my eyes focused on her. I don't know how the hell I am going to do it, but right there and then, I vow to make things right between us.