Begging the Rejecting Luna Back

Chapter 6

Alexander's POV

I groaned as I turned in bed. My head throbbed dully, and I held it as I slowly rose from the bed. I looked at my surroundings and wondered why I was at home. I should be at the house or GT Group headquarters.

I dropped my head in my hands and tried to remember. It didn’t even take a second before the memories rushed back.

"That she-wolf! How dare she hit me?" I gritted as I got off the bed. What was wrong with her? Why was she taking this so far? I thought.

"Where the hell is she?!"

The sound of wood banging against walls reverberated through the house as I threw every door open.

The omegas of my household just stood there speechless. Some of them flinched each time the door banged.

My stomach growled as I continued to slam the doors closed. I even checked the garage. It honestly felt like I was running mad. My growling stomach, coupled with my throbbing head and my frustration, grew.

I stormed back to my room and took a calming shower that did nothing to calm me but only washed off the dirt on my skin.

When I finished getting dressed, I used a painkiller from the medicines on my drawers to stop my head from aching.

I picked up my car keys, shrugged into my suit jacket, and left the house.

As I drove to the house, my grip on the steering wheel was strong, and I pressed hard down on the pedal. I was past the speed limit, but it was the only thing I could do not to drive back to that villa she was in and strangle her.

She wanted my attention. Now she fully had it.

"Where is she?" I bellowed to Beta Johnson the moment he closed the door behind him.

"I don’t know, Alpha Alexander," his voice quivered as he spoke. "I left her at the villa and rushed you to a nearby clinic before I took you home. I left the medications they prescribed on your drawers."

He cleared his throat before he continued. "But she did tell me not to call her Luna Sydney but Miss Turner. She said that a new Luna will soon inherit the title."

I just stared at him as he spoke, my rage building with each word he dropped, ready to explode.

He took a step forward, a file dangling in his hands. "She also said she’d re-send the mate bond dissolution request. Here it is," he placed the file in front of me. "I received it just before you came in. She wants you to sign it as soon as possible so you don’t waste each other’s time."

And that was it. That damned word. In blind rage, I gripped the sheets of paper and flung them across the room.

"If I hear 'the mate bond dissolution request' one more time, you’re out!" I told him sternly. If she wants me to sign the papers, she had better bring them herself.

My hands clenched and unclenched as I struggled to hold in my anger. What exactly was she playing at? Had she gone crazy? Wasn’t it enough that I let her stay in my house and fed her? I wondered on what grounds she’d say she was filing for a damned the mate bond dissolution request

"I do not want to hear that s**t again, ever! Am I understood?"

"Yes, Alpha Alexander!" His stance straightened, and I suspected that he almost saluted.

Just then, the door creaked open, and Bella stepped in. The instant I set my eyes on her, my anger evaporated to an extent, but I could still feel it. I could still feel the itch to shred those papers into pieces, the urge to punch something or… someone.

Bella is the woman I love. Three years ago, she was supposed to be my chosen mate. But Bella had to leave for treatment abroad because of a rare genetic condition unique to werewolves. At the time, I had no choice but to marry her sister instead.

Now Bella’s back,but she’s still so fragile, so vulnerable. She needs me. She needs my care, my protection.She tells me she still loves me.I can’t give her what she wants. Not after everything that’s happened. But I’ll do whatever I can to make it up to her.

It was either Bella didn’t notice the tension in the room or she decided to ignore it as she sashayed her hips toward me and perched on my lap, her elegant arms shooting out to wrap around my neck.

She placed a quick kiss on my lips. She pulled back, pouting when I didn’t return the gesture. "You’ve been working all month. We haven’t seen each other for a long time," her pout deepened, her brows furrowed feebly, and her eyes slightly glistened.

In my peripheral vision, I could see Beta Johnson picking up the papers and shuffling them together. Then he silently left the room.

For a moment, I thought of asking him to hand over the papers so I could shred them like I did the previous ones, but then Bella’s presence stopped me.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I focused on the feeling of her soft asscheeks pressed on my thighs, her fingers intermittently fiddling with my collar and grazing the skin at the back of my neck. I breathed in and out, trying to relax.

My arms circled her waist, and I pulled her closer. I should forget about Sydney’s stunts and desperation for attention and focus on the woman in my arms right now, the one I actually wanted and would readily give my attention anytime.

I opened my eyes, and her lips were jutted out as she looked at me. My heart momentarily skipped a beat, and my lips stretched into a reflexive smile.

"I’m sorry, honey. You know it’s pack business."

She rolled her eyes, "You should always find time for me."

"I’ll work on that," I shifted my head closer to hers, and my lips grazed hers in a brief kiss. "So what shall I gift my precious so she’d forgive me?"

I could see the twitch on the corners of her lips as she struggled to keep her pout in place. Her pupils rolled up as she thought of what she wanted. "I want jewelry," her eyes were on me now, "one designed by Atelier Studios."

"Atelier?" I raised a brow,that name sounds familiar.

Her head bobbed up and down, "Atelier designs the best jewelry. All the Lunas in the upper packs own one. I want one too."

My arms further tightened around her waist. "Done. I will make sure it’s specially made for you."

Her face broke into a smile, and my heart swelled. "Thank you!" She squealed and pulled me in for a hug.

I made a mental note, as I hugged her back, to get one for Sydney too. It would shut her up and make her feel she had the attention she desperately begged for.

Bella suddenly pulled back, her eyes peering into mine. "This Sunday is my dad’s birthday, you remember, right?"

I did not remember. My head was too occupied to accommodate the date of someone’s birthday. I nodded, "Yep! I do remember."

She smiled. The last thing I wanted right now was for her to get mad. "It’s actually why I’m here. He’s throwing a party, and I want you there. I’m sure Dad does too," she looked away and ransacked her tiny bag that was sitting primly on my table. Her hand emerged with a white card. She slapped it on my desk, "That’s his invitation card. You’re coming," she turned to me, "right?"

I hesitated. There was a lot to do. My last business trip had gotten me more investors, which equaled more money, and more money equally meant more work. I couldn’t afford to slack or spend time attending events that didn’t aid the growth of the Nightscar Pack or GT Group.

I opened my mouth to explain to her why I wouldn’t be present, but I stopped. If I could make time to attend this party, I could accomplish two things: get to speak with Sydney’s father and please Bella.

Even if it were for a few minutes, I’d be able to speak with him and let him know how urgent he needed to knock some sense into Sydney’s head and remind her that our unfortunate alliance was a win-win, so she had to stop yapping about the mate bond dissolution request

I decided. Perfect, it will be a few hours away from work, but it would be worth it.

I smiled at Bella, "I’d make time and attend."

"I can’t wait!" She chirped.

After Bella left the office, I called Johnson to come in.

He stepped inside, his posture respectful, "You needed me, Alpha Alexander?"

I told him Bella's request for Atelier Studios' jewelry and asked:"What do you know about Atelier?"

Johnson nodded. "Atelier is partnered with Luxe Vogue,the website we tried to acquire. They refused our offer to buy their company."

I searched about Atelier,They made stunning jewelry. The quality of their stones was top-notch. It had filled me with pride and reassured me that acquiring the website was a good decision. It would improve GT Group’s reputation if one of the companies in our grasp is partnered with a studio like Atelier.

I sighed. It was more money they wanted. Nothing more. "Increase the acquisition price to a hundred million dollars."

Beta Johnson hesitated. "They said no negotiations. Don't contact them again."

That was unusual. "Bring me the information of the founder of Luxe Vogue."

Johnson placed his laptop before me, and waves of information rolled down about the founders of Luxe Vogue on the screen.

"Two founders. Grace and... someone else. There's almost no info on the second one. Grace’s partner seemed to treasure an extremely private life."

I tapped on Grace’s picture. She looked quite familiar…distinctly so.

Suddenly it clicked. Grace was the girl Joel had clung to some years back. They had been dating, and he would always go on and on about her.

But i also remembered that Joel had along-time female best friend and crush,named Sandra.Sandra is the daughter of the Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack,her father has been preparing for the Alpha Council elections for months.

They’ve both had a thing for each other since I had known the both of them. They might have hooked up once or twice, but they never made anything official before she traveled out of the territory.

Anyway,it’s none of my bushiness.If I could get a way to reach Grace or know more about her personal life, perhaps it would be easier to discover her mysterious partner. If I was going to push the offer to them again, I needed a one-on-one meeting with both of them.

I reclined in my chair. "Take this," I pointed to the laptop, "I’ll let you know if I need you again."

He took his laptop and walked out.

I picked up my phone, scrolled through my contact lists until I found the name I was looking for. I tapped on it, and the line went through.

He picked up instantly. "Yo, man. What’s up? Been a while."

"Nothing much. What are you up to tonight?"

He hummed for a while, "Nothing really. Just work."

"Let’s meet up at the usual place tonight. I need to unwind, and I have something to talk to you about."

"Sounds important. What’s this talk about, Alexander?"

"You’ll know when we meet," I said and ended the call.

I got back to work. Went through all of the files I had stacked up for some time now.

It wasn’t until late tonight that I and Beta Johnson rounded up.

I first thought of going back to the house, but the thought of going back to find the house devoid of Sydney’s presence had me driving directly to the bar.

Each time I remembered that she still was bent on the mate bond dissolution request, I was filled with an unexplainable rage. I had been able to block away any thoughts of it with work, but now it was all I could think about. This was a crucial time for The Alpha Council elections; all eyes were on us, and she wanted to ruin the whole thing with the mate bond dissolution? Over my dead body.