Alexander’s POV
“Aaah! Just stop!” I yelled through the excruciating pain. “It’s no use! It’s not working!”
My father motioned to Emily’s father, the former Beta, to release me, and his mate, Sarah, released the side of my head and hurried away from me.
Sarah did not appear to be enjoying this at all, as I could see in her eyes.
With a frustrated sigh, my father stepped away from me and ran his hands through his gray hair. He was now running out of ideas.
“Son, if you keep insisting that we stop, we will not break through the conjuration. The magic that holds the memory seems to be much stronger than we thought,” my father said, turning back to face me.
Old magic was used to lock the memory, and whoever did it knew exactly what they were doing. No one knows how to free the memory, and they are now grasping at straws.
In the last few hours, we tried to break through a concrete wall to see what was on the other side.
I looked at Basilia, who was sitting in the chair quietly watching us, and my thoughts went back to earlier today when it all began.
My father brought me to the temple, hoping that Basilia would be able to show us what had happened to me that night.
Unfortunately, Basilia was only able to show us where and when I got lost and who had returned me to the pack. The rest was safely locked away behind a magical wall and had become a huge frustration for all of us.
“Alpha,” Basilia said calmly. “I can provide you with a peaceful chamber beneath the temple. Perhaps you should call my son and his mate so they can help you.”
For a brief moment, my father regarded Basilia with narrowed eyes, appearing somewhat perplexed, before realizing what she was saying.
He gave a nod of agreement.
“F*ck!” I moaned under my breath. “I was about to be treated like a prisoner. It is going to be extremely painful.”
Ghost sighed, “You have more important things to worry about.”
“Such as what?” I became irritated and snapped.
“Emily…”
Blood drained from my face. If Emily’s parents unexpectedly had to leave the café while she was there, she would be aware that something was wrong.
“But Emily,” I said, trying to stop my father, but he had already started the link to John.
“They will ensure to depart the café as soon as Emily has completed her breakfast,” grinned Basilia.
I let out a relieved sigh.
I did not want Emily to start getting suspicious and anxious.
Basilia took us to a room located at the base of the temple.
“This room would muffle any cries and screams,” she told my father. “It will also guarantee that no unforeseen guests will disturb you throughout the procedure.”
After my father thanked her, Basilia departed to await the arrival of her son and his mate.
It came sooner than I had anticipated, and I have been in excruciating pain nonstop ever since.
“I think it is the same night Emily’s life changed, and she lost her memories,” Ghost growled.
Ghost was convinced that I was the boy Emily had saved, but the question of how Angelica had found me, remained.
Where did Angelica fit into this picture?
Did she do this to me?
Could she have such abilities at such a young age?
I hissed through clenched teeth, trying to catch my breath.
“The methods you are using are not working. It just makes the wall thicker and reflects pain onto me. I can no longer contain my feelings, and they are seeping into the bond. Emily-”
“She suspects something is happening to you.” Sarah let out a worried gasp.
Even though it was not a question, I mustered the courage to nod.
I could sense Emily’s anxiety, almost panic, behind my block. She was curious as to what was going on and why I was feeling the way I was.
I wasn’t too worried about my emotional spills; Luke would reassure her that everything was fine, but I was afraid that what I was feeling would leave Emily in pain.
I reclined my head and shut my eyes. My body and mind were worn out.
Where will this end?
Who and why did they do this to me?
When will I discover the truth?
Was it possible to release these memories without resorting to such drastic methods?
I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at the room’s ceiling.
Hours of this torture have passed, and we have not gotten a shred closer to the truth.
I got angry at that and clenched my hands into fists.
Perhaps that old memory held no secret at all.
“But then tell me why this memory is surrounded by a massive magical wall that prevents you from accessing it.” Ghost insisted on an explanation.
Earlier, while we waited for the former Beta pair to arrive, Basilia suggested that Ghost has a turn at the wall.
Though Ghost was glad to give the wall a try, he failed miserably. He could not even give me a peek at what was behind the wall or leave claw marks on it. Ghost became enraged by that, and I have never seen him attack something as hard as he did today.
My father let John and his mate, Sarah, take over when that approach failed.
I shivered thinking of what pain the two would leave me. The former Beta duo was a deadly torture team, and they had done many interrogations within the pack under my father.
Sarah possessed a somewhat terrifying ability: she could access someone’s memories and force them to relive them while she observed and listened. After the memory was over, she could summon the wind to replay the memory as pictures for everyone to see.
But John had the most terrifying ability I have ever seen. He could enter your mind and make you see anything he desired. That wasn’t what made me afraid of him; on the contrary, I knew what he was capable of. What scared me sh*tless was the red, angry, and aggressive flames that surrounded him. He looked like something dragged straight out of hell.
I shivered, the images of him still imprinted in my mind. I could still feel the heat, smell the sulfur, and hear the flames whistling as they spread throughout my body.
The flames were instructed to bring down the wall, but I couldn’t handle the heat that spread like wildfire through my veins.
“Then we should rather stop,” John said, looking at my father. “I refuse to hurt my daughter. We just got her back.”
My father sighed in defeat, “I do not know what else to do.”
“We have done all we could for now,” John said and turned to face my father. “But I believe it is time for us to go back.”
My dad raised his wrist to see what time it was.
“It is just after 4 p. m,” he said.
“The duel is about to begin,” I said. “I can’t be late. I need to attend.”
“Mm,” my father muttered, lost in thought. “We will leave now, but tomorrow we will come back and find another way to break this curse.”
I agreed, hoping that I would be released from this hell soon.
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