—Derek’s POV—
“You gotta be fucking kidding me!” I yelled in the King’s face. He remained calm, hands clasped together as he sat in my office. “Do you want to fucking see her getting fucking raped?” I shouted.
“Is that what you want? Do you genuinely want me to watch your mate get molested? Do you want me to look back over those photos and see her naked again? Calm down!” he ordered and I felt my eyes widen in rage.
Calm down?
“Are you even fucking looking at this shit?” My anger got the best of me and I yanked my computer to him. The computer twirled and snapped, clashing on the ground.
The King sighed and crossed his legs. He gave me a stern, slightly ominous look. I glared back at him, my demeanor was disrespectfully slipping.
“Watch yourself, Derek. I will not tolerate this. You’re already on thin ice from the whole Mallory ordeal. It’s a matter of time before you skate too hard and break.”
I breathed harshly through my nose.
“Sit down.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose as I made my way to my chair. I plopped down and rubbed my temples.
… I want my Flower…
“When I get him,” I looked right at him, “I hope you know, I’m not going to wait around. I’ll fucking butcher him like the pig he is,” I growled out.
“Derek-”
I growled, my glass of water trembling.
“I could fucking care less about what you have to say. I should’ve killed him when I first had him!” He sighed and kissed his teeth. I didn’t give a flying fuck. He doesn’t have a mate- he doesn’t understand.
He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off before he could get the chance.
“No. I don’t fucking give a shit about your input. She’s my fucking mate, none of this would’ve happened if I killed him in the first place!” I saw his jaw clench. “You don’t understand! She’s carrying my fucking child- so fucking help me if he fucking kills my baby!” I snarled out.
“Your presumed child. From what I read, she’s sterile,” the King added and my face went slack as I stared at him.
I know he didn’t just fucking say that.
I blinked at him, irritated.
“Presumed?” I scoffed.
“That’s what I said. You’re forming this conjecture on what Christoper claimed. Did you stop to consider that he’s just implying she’s bearing your heir so he can get under your skin?” He raised one of his skillfully arched eyebrows.
I didn’t doubt it for a second. I finished in her before, not just once. I didn’t wear a condom- that’s unnatural and she’s my mate. I didn’t see a problem with it then- I don’t see the problem with it now.
My gut told me she was, it made sense in my head- despite what Reseda said. Zaxton was beyond certain. He had a need to dismember anyone who crossed him- he was snarling and barking inside. He wanted his mate and he was ready to end Christopher for breathing in her direction. I had started to let that take over me. I wasn’t unstable- just pissy and ready to tip where someone rocked my boat.
“Please- there’s not a shadow of doubt in my mind. You can start to see a bump if you look closely at the most recent one.” I clenched my jaw. I took a deep breath to prevent myself from going overboard and exploding again.
“I’ve said it before- such a lustful pack. It’s still a sin,” I blinked at him, fucking irritated.
“She’s my mate- we can have sex if we want,” I glared at him and his eyes flashed.
“I suppose, but lust is more than sex, you have a wolf raping you mate based off of lust,” he shrugged, “I’ll grant you your desire to do whatever you shall please to Christopher,” Yeah, I wasn’t going to wait for his permission. I could give a fuck what he’d do, “After I issue his offenses.”
I closed my eyes for a second to prevent snapping- yet again.
“Understood?”
I hummed in response and looked at him. He gave another pointed look.
“Alright, I got it,” I sighed out, scowling.
He clicked his tongue. “Noted. Di-”
There was a tapping at the door that cut him off.
“Come in,” I announced as Garret walked in. He bowed to the King and gave me a folder.
“Garret,” the King started, “results?”
“Yes Sire,” he nodded. “The mail was traced back to a post office in North Dakota, Slope county.”
“That’s about a few hours from here,” I nodded.
“Yes. But, the cameras aren’t being traced, they can’t pick up the donor-”
“Don’t tell me old information!” I snarled at him and he swallowed, glancing toward the King.
“Okay,” he sighed, “I traced the company and serial number and it showed up they were bought in Slope county as well.”
“I do believe that Slope is the least populated county there,” the King chimed in, “that being said- it would be moronic for him to stay there, it’d be easy to spot him. He might travel to throw you off.”
A migraine was growing in my head and I rubbed my temples.
“Yes Sire, however, the camera outside the post office shows him going South. The traffic cameras follow the same path but it cuts after a while. He’s either on the border or here, South Dakota.” Garret opened the file on my desk and pointed towards the picture.
“Derek- have any pack leaders reported back? Contact the Territorial Alpha immediately,” the King advised and I nodded, writing it down, along with the Statal Alpha.
“Anything else?” I asked Garret.
“Trackers are decoding the videos. It’s, again, a very slim chance we’ll be able to get the exact address but they’re getting close.” I nodded once more and he left the room, bowing at the King.
Fucking hell- I miss Violet.
I rubbed my temples as I looked at the King- silently asking him if there was anything he needed.
He stood up and I followed- respectfully.
“I’ll be heading back to my domicile tonight. You are to call me the moment you find his address, send a tracker first to confirm. Call me, I’ll accompany you,” he gave a stern look, “because as I said- you are not slaying him immediately.”
“Yes, Sire.”
He gave a curt nod and left my office. The moment he walked away, the dark presence followed- but it was replaced with a somber tone. My hands went to my phone as I gave a quick call to my Alphas.
My hands were shaking as I set it down.
… Fuck…