Chapter 92

He had been very careful these past few months to keep his mate situation with Anastasia quiet and a secret. Especially these last two weeks when he had purposely waited until everyone in the pack house had fallen asleep before he snuck out to spend the night sleeping outside his mate’s house. There was no possible way anyone but him knew this, especially not this random rogue whom he had never met or come across before which meant that without realising it, he had been being watched the whole time.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Marcellus growled loudly as he dropped himself into a crouching position in front of the rogue, his eyes now dangerously dark and promising nothing short of intense punishment and torture. “Do you want to fucking repeat yourself?”

“You heard what I just said.” The rogue attempted to snort but he was barely able to voice the sound before Marcellus threw one punch which quickly turned to two, three, four and then after that, he lost count.

It was only when Dalton, Luke and Amir flanked him from both sides and attempted to pull him off the now unconscious rogue, now laying in his own small pool of blood that Marcellus stopped. It wasn’t that he wanted to, but because he knew that he couldn’t kill the rogue yet, not when they needed answers.

“Is he dead?” Amir asked quietly which Dalton promptly answered with a gentle shaking of his head.

“Unconscious, but not dead.” Dalton murmured quietly as he rose to his feet. “He may have a concussion so we’re going to have to keep an eye on him but Mars, man, that wasn’t a smart thing to do.”

Despite the fact that Marcellus knew his Beta and best friend was correct, Marcellus growled lightly and stormed out of the place. There was no reason for him to stick around in the dungeon as long as the first rogue was unconscious and the second rogue was too busy trembling in fear to talk so instead, he found himself marching back into his office. He wasn’t sure why he was heading there since he knew he wouldn’t be able to get any work done so late at night.

The answer was immediately revealed to him once he walked down the hallway and found his office door to be slightly ajar despite the fact that he had made sure to close it like he always did. He normally would have locked it but didn’t that day as Dalton had needed to do some work in there, but Dalton knew better than to leave the door open.

While he normally would have been mad regarding the invasion of privacy, he couldn’t bring himself to be angry at his mate whom had clearly ventured into his office and chosen to take a seat on his desk chair.

Despite his belief that the rogue had been talking shit out of his asshole, Marcellus couldn’t help but worry about the fact that he had clearly been watching him every night as he made his way to his mate’s house.

Why? He had absolutely no idea. How the rogue had managed to remain undetected? Again, he also had no idea about that either.

A frustrated groan passed his lips at all the unanswered questions currently running through his mind but the moment he sat down on his desk chair and the sweet honeysuckle of her scent enveloped him, his body started to relax.

He wasn’t sure why she had been in his office but when he spied the half-filled bottle of water on the edge of the desk, but his lips pulled up slightly at the corners as he reached out for the bottle, his mouth watering for a sip.

We need to go check on her. Marcellus hummed to his wolf before taking another swig of water, this time draining the entire bottle.

You’re right. His wolf was quick to agree. It’s probably nothing but I don’t trust that fucking rogue! How the fuck does he know that we’ve been sleeping outside her house every night?

I have no idea. He shook his head and rose to his feet before marching out of the office, his previous fear now returning.

With the small hope that she had wanted to talk to him lighting him up from the inside as well as the fact that he was worried about her safety after what the rogue had hinted, Marcellus shifted into his wolf and ran off into the forest, uncaring of the fact that several of his warriors had just watched him leave and he was only proving the rogue to be correct.

Like every other night, Marcellus shifted into his human form once her house came into view, untied the jogging bottoms previously tied around his ankle and pulled them on so he wouldn’t be naked. He made a move to settle himself against the tree by the side of her house however, something was different tonight.

His heart stilled and his eyes grew dark as he spied for her front door to be open and all of the lights in her house off. One thing that he had noted about her mate was that wherever she went, the light followed; those words truly coming to life in her own house.

Even though she would sleep at night in the dark, she always left the living room light on as well as the upstairs hallway light.

Despite the fact that she had specifically ordered him to never step foot in her house again, Marcellus was more than prepared to take whatever punishment she saw fit for such a crime but right now, his fear and concern regarding her safety trumped everything else that he was feeling.

Taking a cautious step into his mate’s house, Marcellus closed the door gently behind him despite the fact that he could sense that other than him, the house was entirely empty. His eyebrows furrowed together in a mix of confusion and fear as he took rushed steps into the house. When he found the living room to be completely empty and her scent faint, almost as if she hadn’t been home in hours, he worked his way through the rest of the house. When he couldn’t find anything out of the ordinary, his lips tugged down into a worrisome frown and he returned to the living room.

The fact that it was past midnight and Anastasia wasn’t home, as well as mixed in with the fact that the rogue had somehow known that he had been sleeping outside her house every night for the past two weeks had his mind reeling and immediately jumping to the worst-case scenario.

He had no idea where she was or what she was doing out so late. For all he knew, she could have been out with Harvey and then decided to spend the night at his place since technically, Anastasia and Marcellus weren’t together and while that thought rattled him, his gut said no.

Even though he wouldn’t blame her for pursuing someone else just as he had been doing, Marcellus just knew that she wouldn’t do it. However, that still didn’t explain where she was right now and why she wasn’t at home so late at night or rather, so early in the morning.

A frustrated, aggravated growl passed his lips as he leaned forward and buried his face in his hands, his mind at a complete blank after having not been able to find his mate anywhere. Knowing that there was no point sticking around when she wasn’t home and with plans to do some investigation around the house to see if he could pick up any foreign scents, Marcellus growled again as he rose to his feet.

However, the moment he shifted his weight, he heard a sharp crunch from under his feet.

A puzzle expression masked his face as he glanced down to spy a small piece of paper under his foot. Since it was barely peeking out from under the sofa, he hadn’t been able to spit it earlier. His lips tugged down into a deeper frown as he reached down to pick up the small piece of paper, his fingers moving to unfold it.

I’m sorry, my love.

Yours,

Mars

Forcing himself to read the note over and over again, Marcellus couldn’t believe his eyes. While the note had been addressed to his mate, he had never referred to her as my love but rather, believed my little spitfire to suit her much better. On top of that, she had refused to call him Mars even when he had specifically asked her to but very quickly, he found himself growing very fond of her referring to him by his full name, especially when she was fiery red with anger.

There was also the fact that he never wrote that note, let alone delivered it to her.