Chapter 47: Missing (UE)

When he kissed me I looked down as

my cheeks got hot. Why Am I blushing!

I got to admit he's romantic and today

he didn't force me to do anything like

he always does.

I'm having second thoughts about him.

Maybe I should give him a chance

and see if this relationship will work

between us. I know he's cruel but that's

how mafia boss life is, maybe deep

down I could try to make this work and

change him.

Right now he's showing me his good

side and if there is a chance I change

his dark past and help him become the

better version of himself that's been

hiding under his cold heart. What I'm

thinking about I'm going crazy? But

somehowI can't help the way my kind

heart works.

~

Allan has been silent for some time now, not bothering to glance at her. Althea was relieved that he recognized her need alone for some time to think. There's just so much going on that sometimes it's difficult to keep up. She truly wishes life were simpler, but where would the excitement be? But she's not having a good time right now. She's exhausted beyond words.

Her hands are gripping the corner of the mattress she is sitting on. As she tightens her grip, the knuckles on her palms turn white. "Sh*t!" she exclaims as she lets go of the bed. This is too difficult for her, but she can't stop herself. She must persevere not only for herself but also for Allan.

She can't change him, but he is still her mate. It's like a curse, but maybe one day she can break it and change Allan and convince him to live normally far from the packs who want them dead.

Althea gets up and walks to the bathroom, her body feeling heavier than usual. She turns on some cold water and splashes it into her face. "Wake up, wake up," she mumbles, trying to get her brain to figure out solutions.

She just feels so useless, she thought she was a great detective, but now, those skills are being doubted.

"Althea," Allan says, knocking on the door of the room she's in. She walks out of the bathroom and stares at the door. "Since when did he knock?" she asked herself as she didn't notice it or even heard him know earlier.

She groaned, knowing her peace had come to an end. But she couldn't have expected anything else. "What is it?" she asked, not opening the door to see if he'd open it. or did he occur to pick up a few etiquettes?

"Can I come in?" he asks, his voice subtly different than usual. He appeared to be calmer and less aggressive.

Althea nibbles her lower lip, not knowing what Allan is up to. He can't possibly be plotting something, can he? It's best not to be. "Of course," she says hesitantly, opening the door just enough for him to enter.

Allan entered the room and sat on the bed she was sitting on. He looked around, trying to figure out what he could do here.

"So, what should we do?" Allan asked, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. He did a lot of zoning out.

She leaned against the door, unsure what she should do around here. He should figure something out; after all, he came here to hide from his enemy in the first place.

Allan stood up and looked her in the eyes. "Well, we could play a game if you want," he said in a suggestive way moving closer to her.

She leans against the door, her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. "A game? What is he thinking? Those are for kids," she grumbled, rolling her eyes.

"How about, Truth or dare? hide and seek?" Allan grinned, attempting to hold out his hand to her. She accepts it and moves closer to him. She's up for the challenge. They don't have anything else to do, so they might as well do this to kill time.

"Or you want some games that are sexy and hot," Allan said into her ear. Althea had no idea how close he had gotten until now. He must have used his speed.

"I'm still a little injured, so you better give me a big kickstart!" she says honestly, pushing Allan off her. She couldn't go very far because all of her bones were still broken. The prescription is the only thing that's keeping her from sobbing while standing.

Allan then locks his arms around her and says, "Let's not forget, I almost forgot sweetie," before laying her on the bed and joining in. "Why you are so gorgeous and fragile, exactly like a daffodil," he chuckles, letting go, "I don't understand how I have been so lucky," he added..

He's never been so sweet. "How dare he are using me again? It's not as if there was anything I can do with my situation, so I guess I'll play along for now," she thought to herself, trying to force herself not to fall into his trap. She keeps him busy all day and night to keep him from assassinating if necessary.

"Let's sleep," Allan says as he moves closer to her. Her eyes go narrow as he tries to reach over her and tries to pull the duvet over them. She had a minor heart attack while she was there. She has no idea why her body tensed up suddenly.

Even though she and Allan were only inches apart, she felt something was off. Allan stares at Ber as if expecting her to sleep. She bit the inside of her cheek, hoping he'd be the first to go. She'd have less to worry about him sneaking out and killing people. "Don't worry, sweetie, I'm not leaving you," he says, smiling.

Her jaw drops open in surprise. She'd never seen Allan smile like this before; it felt strange, but it was kind of sexy. She had no choice but to admit it. She wishes he would smile more; perhaps one day she will discover what makes him smile. She'll add it to her list of things to do.

She slowly closed her eyes, keeping a close eye on Allan. "You better," she murmurs, noticing how tired she was. Her adrenaline fuel is wearing off now. She won't have any trouble falling asleep as long as Allan keeps his word.

Her wolf roared at her, trying to wake her up, but she ignored him because she was too relaxed. "I love you," Allan says softly, just loud enough for her to hear. Her heart raced as she realized what had just been said to her. "Did I hear correctly? He loves me?" she wondered as she felt her wolf giggle.

Althea awoke the next morning with her arms lightly wrapped around her waist. I tensed for a moment, then she remembered what had happened the night before.

Allan stated unequivocally that he adores her. She finds it strange, she never expected him to say that, but she's happy. Perhaps this is the beginning of something great.

Her wolf barked at her, trying to communicate with her. When she becomes agitated, she tends to ignore her. She should be pleased that her mate is finally acting like one. She assumes this is her way of expressing her joy, but she's never seen it before. She can be quite eccentric at times.

"Good morning, sweetie," Allan says, clearly awake. Althea's wolf awakens within her, causing her to flinch.

"G-Good morning," she slurs in her morning voice as she looks over at Allan. At least her words didn't mix like they usually do, which is difficult to understand.

Allan chuckles and reaches for her head, "You are so adorable," he says, his eyes twinkling.

Her heart melted as she stuttered a response, "I-I don't know what you're talking about," she said, looking away from him, slightly embarrassed.

Allan smiles and shakes his head, "Sure," he says as he gets out of bed, rolling his eyes. "What do you want for breakfast, sweetie?" he asks, putting on his apron.

She pauses for a moment before responding, "Bacon and egg with French toast," she smiles, her gaze fixed on him and his body. Althea is aware that she has the legal authority to do so. Plus, he's not going to be angry at her for doing it. He could just make a sexual joke that sounds like a suggestion.

Allan nods and walks over to the kitchen area, leaving her alone in the small bedroom of the cabin. It felt like she was on a trip through the woods. No, they're fleeing an assassination attempt on her mate, Alpha Renz. Althea was curious about Allan and Alpha Renz's relationship before the crime.

"I know Allan is an Alpha because that would explain why he is so strong, but he could never be an Alpha in the eyes of the law because of the crime he didn't even commit," she thought to herself as she took a deep breath.

She got out of bed and hopped over to the kitchen because she didn't like staying in bed all day. It quickly becomes tedious. Hoping will suffice until her leg heals, which should take about a week. Those traps must have been laced with something, or she would have healed by now.

"What are you doing up? You should be sleeping," Allan says, worriedly slipping his phone into his pocket. He looks at her for a moment before returning his gaze to the French toast maker.

"Well, I just wanted to get out of bed," Althea said with a shaky laugh, trying to make herself feel better. She hopes she isn't causing Allan any discomfort.

"Fine, your breakfast is ready anyway," Allan says, opening the French toast maker and placing the delicious-smelling French toast onto a paper plate. He walks over to the mini-fridge and takes out some fresh milk, which is her favorite. If she had an unlimited supply, she would most likely die from overeating.

She took a seat on a nearby couch and waited for him so that we could eat together. Maybe she and he could talk today, just to get to know him a little better. She had been taught her entire life that he was a serial killer, until she discovered that he had been framed, causing him to be a monster and such, but not then personal stuff. They've talked sporadically, but only briefly.

"Here you go," Allan says, lightly placing a paper plate on her lap while smiling and winking. She blush lightly picking up the plastic fork and digging in as he watched her.

They eat in silence, but it is a peaceful silence. It didn't bother her as much as it used to. Now that I think about it, Allan scared the living daylights out of her with his sadism and nicknames.

Her wolf growls at her, causing her to flinch and drop her fork. Allan looks at her and picks it up, saying, "I'll go get you a new one," and leaving her with her troubling thoughts. Perhaps she is overreacting and overthinking this, or she is considering the possibilities.

"Here, finish your, breakfast sweetie," Allan says, handing her a new fork so she can resume eating, but she no longer feels hungry. Perhaps she is hungry for knowledge because her curiosity has been piqued.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asks, approaching her and inspecting her face.

"Of course, it was just a muscle cramp," Althea laughed awkwardly, staring directly at him. He nods and sits next to her, still eating. She does as well, albeit much more slowly. She needed some time to consider carefully this.

She'll start with the fundamentals, wondering what the difference is. Allan has been nice to her. He's been remarkably kind since they arrived, which is still perplexing for her because it's not typical of him, but he's gradually becoming nicer to her; however, this is too fast. "Hm, so what could he mean?" she inquires of her wolf, but the wolf simply growls back.

"Is there something wrong with the breakfast? You're hardly eating them," Allan says sadly, giving her puppy dog eyes.

"No, they're excellent and delicious," she says, her gaze fixed on her plate.

"Perfect a little too much," she whispers.

~

Allan crammed all of the food he had purchased into the back of his car, some of which had to be placed in the back seats due to a lack of space. At the very least, his jerk ass won't have to go shopping again. He hardly ever went out before his little mate came into his life but since he killed animals or stole from other people's homes. He knows she won't do what he does, so this is the result.

What a difference a generation can make. He kills less because she consumes all of his time. He is aware that she is attempting to persuade him to stop killing. But that will occur when hell freezes over. It had now become a habit for him.

He just enjoys killing so much these days. He was framed for a crime he did not commit in the past, but he now enjoys it, especially since it is all about his vengeance. The smell of other people's blood, the look in their eyes moments before death, and the thrill of fooling the authorities. It's like a game that involves people's lives.

Allan gets into his car and starts it, making sure to turn the stereo and tremor up. He didn't live too far from town, so the drive back was quick.

As he drove back, his fingers tapped against the steering wheel, trying to concentrate on the road. The weather was perfect, and most people had a pleasant day. Allan claims the dark, stormy days, find more refreshing. It's also entertaining to frighten his enemies before killing them. People get a little shaky during storms for some reason. Especially when they hear something fall from the basement. You can almost see the color draining from their skin as they realize no one should be down there.

He shakes his head slightly, knowing that he must keep his beloved mate happy, which means limiting his killing streak.

It stinks, but he knows it will be worth it in the end. She appears to be determined to be his mate, most likely because she does not want to be a toy for the rest of her life.

Allan then drives up to his cabin and packs all of the groceries at once. He's not going back down there; it's all or nothing. It's a wonderful thing to be lazy.

As he approaches his door, he notices that it is open. His wolf growls, but not for the reason he expected. He smelled him, but a stronger version of him. Even though he wasn't, he seemed to have arrived just minutes ago.

As he enters his apartment, his pupil contracts. Althea's scent lingered, and it remains his favorite scent to this day. But I can't tell her because she'll probably use it against him.

"I'm here, sweetie," he says as he places the plastic bag on the counter.

He rolls his eyes as a corner breaks off and some food falls. He didn't get a response, which led him to believe she had left, but he couldn't bring himself to believe it.

"What does she have left? Nobody and nothing, except us," his wolf remarked.

Allan groans and sits on the living room sofa, trying to relax. His mate is nowhere to be found, and he has no idea where she went or with whom she went. "She just needed to make sure she wasn't with some guys," he grumbled, thinking Althea was with someone else.

As his wolf urges him to go find her, his body jolts up from the couch. He growls but lets him take command of a change. He was not prepared for this task, but he doesn't always trust his wolf with the simplest of tasks. Because of the wolf bond, he has to deal with this one.

They quickly transform into wolves and sniff around for an hour. He's taking his sweet and luscious time, anyone remotely responsible, which is only a few people. Unfortunately, he can terrorize an entire city if he so desires.

Hus wolf growls and pauses, having discovered a third, hidden scent. He continues, convinced that someone has been using his scent to entice Althea away.

Because not everyone constantly feels the mate bond, unless you are far away, most people rely on scent. Unfortunately, his friend had to be one of them. "Too bad, whoever came here will die," he murmured.