Alpha Rick
Chapter 49

Third Person POV

Now the question still stands. Who was that mystery woman our beloved king saw back there in that hotel? Was it Livie? Was it Leah? Could it be that after nearly seven years of turning eighteen, he had finally met his mate? Perhaps a long-lost sister, or... just a girl he so damn well admired by her courage, he longed to see again...

Whoever it was, all he could do was run away to safety.Those eyes looked ever so innocently back at him every time he closed his eyes. Her sweet smile gave out vibes of innocence, pure innocence in her heart for sure. But the scar on her neck... he knows it was inevitable.

He was just too young to protect her back then, but he remembered vividly just as if it had happened yesterday... the way he cried out for her to run that day. If he was only as powerful as he is today. Perhaps.

Perhaps his Mom would still be alive. He wouldn't have undergone the agony of seeing his poor innocent little sister be slashed across her neck by that menacing rogue. It took all of his power to stay awake that day and tell her to run. He swore no words came out no matter how hard he cried for her, but still... he had to warn her. 'RUN! Run, Liv!"

It had been years since our handsome king shed a single tear. But... as much as he fought it, the tears began to flow. The knot in his throat only added to his excitement. 'Why the hell did I run back there? I should have told her. I should have hugged her. Goddess..." he thinks to himself as he stops running, he bent down and places his hands over his knees as he cried ever so sorrowful, it hurt his insides.

The agony. The heartache. The pain. -The excitement.

'She is so beautiful, mom. She's so damn beautiful." he says, looking up at the night sky, dressed in stars. "She looks just like you!" he adds, dropping to his knees and crying.

"No. I need to go back. I have to. She... She needs to know the truth. But what if... what if she also thinks I'm dead? What will she say? What will she think when she knows? She didn't even recognize me back there, did she?" he says as the happy tears suddenly began to fill with sorrow.

She is so close. Alive and well. Yet- he had never felt farther away from her. Livie was alive. All this time, she was alive. Noah lied, again. He said she was dead, she had killed herself after she thought her entire family had vanished and that she was too much of a coward to live.

Why didn't he ever see her though? Was Noah keeping her away purposely from them, so that the times he was able to penetrate their walls and attack them, he failed to see her? Maybe the girl that the young woman he had rescued from Noah's dungeon... they had talked about a young girl that was always tortured but was untouchable to the rest of the men that went in there.

"He needs to know. My mentor needs to know. He'll know what to do." he says, talking to himself and mind-linking his mentor.

"Wes... we have a situation. I found her. I found my sister, call off the attack for tonight. Call the attack off, my sister is Alarick's mate, we can't hurt her." he says, turning around, his ego getting a boost of faith he so badly needed. "What? Are you sure?" Wesley Slate replies, making him chuckle through his tears.

But life is not always fair.

Is it?

He feels a blow to the head, making him fall to the ground with a loud grunt. All he can do is shut his eyes as he feels the blow to the head. He's fighting hard to stay awake, but slowly, he begins to lose consciousness. How dare his body betray him? He needs to stay awake... he just has to.

All he can see is the clouded silhouette of two men, hovering over him and smirking. "I told you I'd get him." an all too familiar voice sounds of an old man, making him growl. "Gunther. You traitor," he says, meaning to send it through his mind link.

"I hear you've been looking for me, little king," Noah says, smirking at him. He cackles, as the rogue king fights to stay awake, stumbling to get up, but the pain caused by the blow to his head is too intense. His head is throbbing, making his vision, and ears ring, and his eyes slowly begin to shut on their own.

"The all-powerful rogue king himself, everyone!" Noah says mockingly, extending his hands out as if he was presenting him.

Poor Brandon Watson, he fought so hard for years to get this man and bring justice. Could fate really be against him to get his sister back? Just when he had found her, he had to run, and now, stood in front of his oppressor. Unconcience, and unable to defend himself.

"What do you want me to do with him?" Gunther asks, gesturing to the unconsciencebody of Brandon, who Noah has been fearing for a while now.

He's had enough of his threats. How the hell is he going to allow a dumb twenty-five-year-old take him down? He won't have it. He's a strong alpha. One of a kind. At least in his eyes, he is!

"Take him to the hillside pack. I'm sure Swan and his alpha will love to see him captured. This is where we end you, little king. I told you to stay the fuck away from me, boy. You and that nosy father of yours. I thought I had made myself clear to you back then when I left your daddy to die, but you just had to be stubborn, didn't you? You'll never see that pack again, boy. Mark my words, Silver Moon will never be yours again. You hear me?" he says, cackling and kicking him on his stomach a few times. Little did Noah know, someone was watching him from afar.

A young rogue girl hid out of sight. She feared being seen, and she did her best trying to keep her scent unnoticed, but she had to do something, anything. Even if she had to go against the king's words of never revealing his identity to anyone.

No one knew the truth about him. No one, not even his closest warriors knew his real name. Only three people knew of his true identity, the girl witnessing what was happening now, his dad, who was still being taken care of after he was left badly hurt by Gunther and Noah years ago, and Wesley Slate, his mentor, and most trusted friend.

Wesley was the man who found young Brandon. He was being mistreated by a group of rogues, who were treating him like a slave. They tortured him and made him do all kinds of insane requests like cleaning the excrement from the dungeons they used to incarcerate all of Noah and Alpha Swan's victims. Who were the supposed leaders of the underground sell of rogue girls to filthy men to use as personal slaves.

They had too many girls lined up for their own good that they didn't want to make it seem evident, taking only the most beautiful ones back to their dungeons. They knew they could make more than double for those girls, so they had to keep them in closer sight than the rest to ensure themselves they didn't run away.

Wesley, was a rogue by choice who had found Brandon and saved him, fighting off and killing the rogues, and rescued the girls. Thanks to Wesley, he was now alive. He trained him, the boys and men he rescued, and vowed to protect the girls they had rescued. He had been forever in his debt, making sure to keep to his standards and follow in Wesley's footsteps.

Wesley especially trained Brandon. He saw himself in him, reminding of what had happened to him, when he was stripped of his alpha titled and had his pack stolen. Brandon and his family had suffered the same fate. He knew the kids agony. Except Wesley had not just lost his pack, but he had made plenty of bad choices as a rogue, taking his anger out on the wrong people and stripping many other alpha's who were innocent from their pack.

If he couldn't take their pack, he took their mate out of anger, because his mate had planted the seed of evil in him, making him do ugly deeds for her, until the day came when she was badly injured too by non other than his sister in law, Emily Mitchell, the wife to his younger brother.

His mate was left paralyzed from waist down, and no matter how many healers tried to help her, his mate Hope was unable to walk again. This made Wesley realize all the pain he had inflicted in the mates of those he had killed.

After so many years of hoping to win his pack and territory again, he had messed up, listening to his mate by killing so many innocent people that when he realized how wrong he was, it was far too late. He was cursed by the elders, sentencing to become a rogue for the rest of his time.

When he realized there were other alphas doing these things to the poor rogue girls, he had to do what was right and rescue them. He had to redeem himself, at least, by giving them a second chance to live. He never thought he'd end up rescuing so many kids that had been wrongfully stripped of their title by the greed of the leaders and their pack.

Through his years, he did not just rescue Brandon, the son to the rightful alpha of Silver Moon Pack, but he rescued many other sons who suffered the same fate, daughters of alphas, daughters of betas, who daddy was so mad they were rejected that they preferred to get rid of them rather than stand by their kid's side.

Fate was not always just for everyone. The other side of fate was cruel, bitter, and downright wrong. Brandon knew too well of the other side of fate. He had his pack, his family, and everything taken away from him. He felt he was cursed, maybe hexed. He had to be, since he hadn't even found his mate after so long, after all.

And yet- here was another sign for him, as he was being dragged away by Gunther to the Hillside Pack where beta Swan was already waiting impatiently to give Brandon a nice welcome to their dungeon.

"How the hell am I going to rescue you this time kid? I have to do something, anything. I can't stand by and let them hurt you. No. Not this time, Noah will not get away from us this time. I promise kid, I will replace you, just... hold on. I'm coming." Wesley says as he thinks of a plan to rescue the king.