I Died When My Alpha Chose His Mistress

Haley's POV

My spirit drifted silently behind Randolph, my ethereal form moving through the walls of the packhouse as easily as a shadow. My gaze was fixed on him as he strode down the corridor towards his office.

The once familiar halls felt distant and cold to me now, I had once been part of this life… this community… I had once walked down this hall with Randolph beside me but now, I was a ghost… floating around and no one could see me or hear me. Life has moved on without me.

The soldiers and pack members littered throughout the hallways bowed their heads in deference, but Randolph barely acknowledged them, his expression seemed troubled and distant.

As he strode purposefully down the hallway, his expression was set in his stern ‘Alpha Mask’ as he entered his office. Marco, his Beta was already waiting for him inside.

“Welcome Alpha,” Marco said “I have a report from the warriors we dispatched to our borders last week and also an update on our spies that we sent across the plain for surveillance. They said that the rogue wolves have dispersed but they have no idea why. But we’re strengthening our security at our borders, just to make sure that nothing goes wrong and we’re not taken unawares.

I watched as Marco crooned on about the Pack’s border security but Randolph’s attention seemed elsewhere. His eyes were repeatedly darting towards the doorway of his office as if he were expecting or waiting for someone. I felt a bitter surge of satisfaction. Of course, he was waiting for me – for his obedient Luna who will never return to him.

I floated beside him, as Marco droned on, watching his every movement, every twitch of his jaw, every furrow of his brow, I knew him better than anyone and I could see the tension in his posture, the way his shoulders were just a little too stiff. He was troubled clearly but not about pack matters.

His fingers began tapping impatiently on the table, I could see Marco shifting uncomfortably as he tried to summarize his report as quickly as possible. Randolph’s eyes were still fixed on the doorway and I felt a pang of sadness as I realized that he was waiting for me.

A small smile crossed my lifeless form – I had always been the one to interrupt his meetings, bursting in with a tray of food he had forgotten to eat, or a reminder of something he needed to do. I had always been the one to lighten his mood when the weight of being an Alpha would be too much for him. To soothe his temper when things didn’t go as planned. And now, without me here, he was lost. He didn’t know how to function.

His frustration grew – although he was trying to hide the turmoil inside of him but finally, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“And what of the Luna?” he suddenly interjected, cutting Marco off mid-sentence. “Where is she?”

Marco’s brow furrowed as he stared at him. “I… I’m afraid I don’t know, Alpha. I thought she was with you. As we didn’t see both of you for the mating ceremony, we thought you wanted it to be shifted to a later date".

Randolph’s jaw tightened as he grabbed the pile of paper in front of him, pretending to flip through it. “I see,” he paused then added in a softer tone. “Has anyone gone to look for her? Has anyone seen her today?”

Marco shook his head slowly, staring at him with surprise. “No, Alpha. We thought she’d be with you. Weren’t you two together?”

I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction as the worry on Randolph’s eyebrow he couldn’t hide.

“If I were with her…” he turned to Marco, his eyes flashing with annoyance “Do you think I’ll be asking you?”

“I’m sorry, Alpha,” Marco lowered his head.

“You’re sorry?” Randolph snapped “Why are you sorry? You didn’t see me nor the Luna by this time of the night and no one bothered to check, to ask questions or find her? Is this how you intend to treat her in my absence? Not caring for her?”

Marco shifted uncomfortably. “Alpha, if you could tell me the last place both of you were, perhaps, we could try looking for her there?”

But Randolph didn’t answer, he pulled out his phone and checked his message, frustration and guilt gnawing at him when he saw there was no message from me. He let out a weary sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Damn it, she should have been back by now. Where I dropped her wasn’t too far from the pack".

Grumbling, he dialed my number but there was no response. Marco tried again. “Did you drop the Luna off somewhere? Is it around the pack? I’ll ask the driver or I’ll go myself and bring her back".

Randolph shook his head, “that won’t be necessary,” he said. “We had a little squabble on our way here and I dropped her off but it’s been more than four hours. You know what… I’m sure she’ll come home when she’s done being angry. She’s angry with me so she’s staying away".

Marco eyed Randolph strangely before speaking. “I don’t think it’s safe for Luna to be alone at night. With the Rogues causing troubles these days… it’s not always advisable for…

“Marco! Shut up!” Randolph screeched. “Like I don’t know it’s dangerous out there. Can you just go and ask if anyone has seen her arrive? Have one of her maids check her room to see if she’s there already and if she isn’t make sure you let me know when she arrives".

“Or I could send some of our soldiers to go look for her. You said you stopped her a short distance away from the pack?”

Randolph sprang to his feet slamming his hand on his desk as his eyes brimmed with annoyance.

“Are you deaf? Didn’t I…"

The words were barely out of his mouth when Leslie’s voice came through his mind-link. Her voice was trembling with fear as she cried.

“Randolph, I need you. Please come quickly. I’m scared…"