His Desperate Steps
Williams’ POV
“Well, if she is indeed here, we better head inside and find her. It’s getting dark, Alpha,” Marcus said firmly.
“This is it,” I murmured, glancing at Marcus, who gave a barely perceptible nod.
Driven by the faint bond pulling me forward, I edged closer to the cabin. My heart thundered with each step, a mixture of anticipation and fear twisting in my gut. This place, buried in shadows and mystery, held her presence. I could feel it seeping through the air, calling to me.
Marcus followed silently, his eyes darting across the trees, his senses sharp. As we neared the door, I hesitated for a while as we got closer to the door. What would I say to her? What could I say to make her stay? To make her come home with me?
We moved closer, our footsteps barely making a sound as we approached the door. Cleopatra’s scent hung in the air, and the closer we got, the stronger it became. It was unmistakable—an intoxicating blend of wildness and warmth, nearly enough to make me stagger. She had been here recently, so recently that I could almost feel her presence lingering around me.
I knocked on the door, the sound echoing around us. We waited, ears straining, but no sound came from within. The silence grew heavier, pressing down on us like a weight.
I knocked one more time and tensed, but there was no one in sight, only silence and the scent of damp earth. “Cleopatra?” I called softly, my voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would shatter whatever fragile connection lingered here.
“No one’s here,” Marcus whispered, glancing at me with a mix of caution and concern. “Maybe…maybe she sensed us coming and left.”
I shook my head, my gut twisting in rejection of the idea. “No,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “She’s here. I know she is.”
I pushed open the door and stepped inside, letting Cleopatra’s scent wash over me in a wave so strong it nearly drove me mad. The cabin looked simple on the outside but quite impressive on the inside, it felt like stepping into another world. Her presence filled every inch of this place, and I could almost picture her here—moving quietly through these rooms, her touch on everything.
As I moved deeper into the cabin, searching every corner, the desperation clawed at me, an ache that was almost unbearable. My heart pounded faster, my breathing ragged as I searched for any sign of her, a hint that she was still here.
But there was nothing. No sign of her, no trace of anyone.
Marcus watched me, his face etched with pity and uncertainty. “Maybe she’s long gone. Or maybe she sensed your presence and ran,” he suggested once more, the words cutting into me like a knife.
A growl rose in my throat, low and frustrated. My fists clenched, and I had to fight the urge to tear this place apart in sheer, desperate rage.
I clenched my jaw, swallowing back a curse. Of course she’d be one step ahead; she was always one step ahead. Yet, the ache of her absence gnawed at me. “Maybe,” I said through gritted teeth, glancing around one last time, willing some sign to appear. “But she didn’t get far.”
Marcus sighed, placing a hand on my shoulder, but I shrugged it off, the rage and the longing twisting inside me until I couldn’t bear it. Cleopatra’s scent was here, overwhelming, consuming, but it only made her absence all the more painful. Could it be Rob informed her that I was coming to find her, and she fled?
I shook the thought away almost immediately. No, it can’t be.
We turned to leave, my heart sinking with every step, the despair clawing at me with each step we took toward the door.
But just as we stepped outside, the air shifted.
I froze, my senses sharpening, a new scent carried on the breeze—a delicate, unfamiliar smell mixed with Cleopatra’s scent. And then I saw her.
There, standing in the clearing, was Cleopatra.
For a moment, my breath caught, my vision narrowing until all I could see was her. She looked…beautiful, as always. Her gaze seems sharper than I remembered, though there was a softness to her that I hadn’t seen before.
She held herself with a quiet strength, a calmness that seemed almost ethereal. She looks like a goddess, straight out of heaven, with her white air cascading all over her shoulder and her intense blue eyes boring holes into mine.
But what drew my gaze, what made my heart lurch and my mind reel, was the small child in her arms. A child with wide, curious eyes that looked at me with a mix of wonder and fear, nestled against Cleopatra’s chest as though they belonged there.
My pulse thundered, my chest tight as I struggled to comprehend the sight before me. Cleopatra, holding a child.
Who’s child? The thought clawed its way into my mind, setting my heart racing, my world spinning. But the uncertainty, the million questions crashing through my mind, left me rooted to the spot, unable to move, unable to breathe.
Cleopatra’s gaze met mine, her expression unreadable, a flicker of something I couldn’t name flashing in her eyes. She held the child closer, protective, as though daring me to come closer.
“Cleopatra,” I choked out, my voice barely audible, strained with everything I felt.
She didn’t move, her gaze steady and unyielding, and as I took a hesitant step forward, she tightened her hold on the child.
“Is…is that…?” I could barely get the words out, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. But it’s not possible. It’s not even up to a month!
She said nothing, only looked at me with a fierce, guarded expression that told me everything and nothing at once.
The silence stretched, heavy with questions, tension, and a desperation that gnawed at me, leaving me on the edge of an abyss I wasn’t sure I could cross.
And in that moment, standing just a breath away from Cleopatra and the child she held, I realized that I wouldn’t even care if she birthed the child for another man. I just need to be with her. Right?
But a wave of something struck me. Jealousy? I can’t say. The woman I had come to find was here before me, and yet, she was farther away than ever.
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