Alpha Niall And His Lost Mate

I rushed through the trees like wind as I ran towards the Alpha house.

My mate was in trouble and my one goal was to find him. I tried not to panic too much, but simply try and focus on the issue at hand. We have a connection, so finding him shouldn't be the problem. But if I was going to make this work, I had to keep my head straight.

I contemplated asking Clarissa for help. She is, after all, an expert at tracking. Deciding that I could use all the help I can get, I mindlink her.

~"Clarissa! My mate is in trouble. I need you to help me find him"~ I pushed through her link without warning. She replied immediately.

~"He's your mate. Doesn't that make you the best to find him?"~

~"Yes, but I'm sure I'll find him faster with your help...Please Clarissa. I know you're not his biggest fan, but I really need your help"~ I pleaded desperately.

The level of worry I felt made me know that I'd do ANYTHING to have him back with me. It took a while for her to answer, and when she did, I was already at the Alpha house and making my way to our room.

~"Okay I'll help you find him, but your mate's pack has the strongest border patrol in the country. Even with my incredible discrete skills, the chances of me getting caught is high. You'll have to call them off"~

~"No. Meet me ten miles of the pack border to the north at sunset"~ I decided. ~"I don't want to put the pack in panic that their Alpha is in trouble when I don't know the full situation as yet. Besides, I intend to be back with Niall before sunrise tomorrow"~

~"Noted."~

I quickly cut the connection to her as I grabbed an overnight bag. I threw random essentials in it as fast as I could before pulling my hair in something that resembled a messy bun.

I discarded Niall's t-shirt and sweats from my body to replace them with a grey tank top with my black thick leggings. I grabbed my old duty belt that Luka gave me for my fifteen birthday. I never thought I'd had use for it, but Luka always knew I was a fighter. I just never embraced that side of me.

Swiftly making my way to Niall's weapon room, I ensured to stay careful and out of sight. The last thing I needed was questions being asked.

I quickly equipped the belt with various knives, daggers and a single silver whip. I left space for a weapon I planned to grab later as I ran back to my room with nothing but determination in each step, focused on my one goal.

Of course, finding out everything about my dad, his past and my blood was still a priority, but it all had to be put on hold until I found Niall. After all, if I know everything and still don't have my mate, I'd be more incomplete than ever. He was my number one priority.

I snatched the bag from my bed, throwing it over my shoulder as I dragged on my black trainers. I ensured the laces were secure before sitting up; but I almost had a heart attack when I noticed there was another body in the room.

"Roxy, my gosh you nearly killed me" I threw my hand over my heart as I recovered from the shock.

in entirely. She crossed her arms over her

Just what I needed.

uncomfortably on my feet and adjusted the strap on my shoulder whilst avoiding eye contact at

yea. I'm just gonna head back to Brightwater to um- help a friend train" I lied terribly. Curse my inability to be

brow at me with a 'o' shape taking over her lips. But what puzzled me was when she simply shrugged and stepped to the side as if she didn't just see right through my lie. In all fairness, I really was planning to go

as I tried to walk passed her, but a very forceful push to my chest sent

at my head. I jumped to my knees as fast as I could in shock and confusion, just trying to understand why Roxy was attacking me. I had no intention of fighting my mate's mom for obvious reasons, but she wasn't holding back and I still

So, I fought back.

a kick that was aiming for my head while I collectively caught her foot with my other hand, sending her falling to the ground also. I granted her time to get up, hoping that she'd stop this madness and explain to me what was happening. But sadly for me, she only came charging at me again, throwing a punch as soon as she was close enough.

back to back with the wall. She shoved me towards the hard concrete just before sending a next

and she wasn't letting up. So, we fought like enemies-- hand to hand, foot to foot, knee

to fight like this. It was obvious that she was at expert level. Just the way how she blocked,

I decided to end it once and for all. It was a challenge just fighting her, so I knew taking her down

used the burning desire to go get Niall as my drive to end it. And so, I went for a move

ran in the opposite direction towards the one of the walls. Luckily for me, she was right on my tail, just what I needed. Once I was close, I held my breath as I pumped my feet up the wall

skidding across the tiled floor. She connected with Niall's bedroom-work desk, sending a vase crashing to the floor beside her head. It surprised me how that was the only thing that managed to be broken despite the kombat we just

her head. I never meant for this to go so far, but I

ordered desperately, definitely out of breath. "What the hell was

of answering, she beamed brightly at me with her eyes dancing

eased myself off her as she wobbled to her feet. She grabbed a handkerchief that was laying on Niall's desk and pressed it to

saw the mess

met his dad?" She asked casually, cutting off my stammering. I shook my head no, sensing

and I were sent here on a mission to help ruin Truemoon. By then, I was

been so conflicting

detail in between that we can talk about at a completely different time, but my point in all this is that I knew too well that look on your face when I just stepped in here. I

my lip, feeling a bit uneasy. She really hit the nail

I had to know you weren't going to get yourself killed. You are more than capable of taking care of yourself" She smiled victoriously as

know you could've led with that? Or I don't know, ask me" I took a check on my tone when I remembered who I was speaking to, but I would've appreciated knowing from the beginning that she was just concerned