Page 23 of Link with Me
“They have and they continue to try. It’s clear their intentions are malicious,” Alex replied, clenching his jaw, the muscle ticking with barely suppressed rage.
Beside his father, his mother sat, her expression fraught with worry. The lines around her eyes deepened as she absorbed the gravity of her son’s words. “Alex, dear, this must be terrifying for Lena. How is she holding up?” Her voice trembled slightly, not just with fear for Lena’s well-being, but also with anger at the audacity of the Hillside Pack.
“She’s strong, but no one should have to endure this kind of threat,” Alex said, his tone softening as he spoke of Lena. “I’m ensuring she’s never alone, always protected. But, Mother, Father—I am ready to take decisive action. We cannot allow our enemies to think we are weak.”
His father leaned back, steepling his fingers, his demeanor reflecting the weight of his years and experience. “I understand your need to act, to protect her, but retaliation must be measured, Alex. We must not let our emotions lead us into open conflict without understanding the full extent of the situation.”
Alex felt the stir of his wolf, eager and wrathful, but he nodded, acknowledging the wisdom in his father’s caution. “I’ve given orders to double our patrols and keep constant surveillance. But if they strike again?—”
“Then we will respond,” his father interrupted, his voice firm, leaving no room for doubt about his support. “But let it be a response, not a provocation. In the meantime, I will reach out again to the Hillside alpha. We need to understand their motives.”
Alex’s mother reached across, placing a gentle hand on Alex’s forearm. Her touch was soft, yet Alex felt the strength of her concern channel through. “Take care of her, Alex. Protect her, but remember, she needs to feel safe with you, not just from you acting out in anger.”
Her words struck a chord in Alex, tempering the hot surge of his instincts with the cooler touch of reason. “I will, Mother. I know there’s a balance to be struck.”
“And remember,” his mother added, her gaze intense, “she’s part of this family now. We all stand with her. And when the time comes, I want to meet this remarkable woman who has captured my son’s heart.”
Alex smiled, a genuine expression that eased the tightness in his chest. “Thank you. I—I would like that very much.”
A few hours later Alex was called back to his father’s office with Wes in tow.
Alex stood before his father’s heavy oak desk. The room, always a place of somber decisions, felt particularly oppressive today as the gravity of the situation unfolded. Wes stood slightly behind Alex, his presence a silent support.
Alex’s father looked up from the papers strewn across his desk, his expression grave. “We’ve got new intelligence on the Hillside situation,” he began, his voice low and measured. “It seems the longstanding alpha of Hillside has been ill for quite some time, more seriously than we knew. His son has assumed de facto leadership.”
Alex tensed, his instincts on high alert. “The son... he’s the one escalating things?”
“Yes,” his father confirmed, nodding solemnly. “He’s young, impulsive, and it appears he’s trying to establish his dominance through aggressive tactics. His actions are not fully supported within his own pack, but his current power has gone unchallenged internally.”
Wes shifted uncomfortably, interjecting, “This could explain the sudden increase in hostilities. He’s proving himself, and what better way than by targeting the alpha of a neighboring pack?”
Alex’s jaw clenched at the thought. The reckless ambitions of a young, untested alpha were now endangering Lena and their peaceful existence. “What’s our move?” Alex asked, his voice a hard edge of readiness to act.
His father leaned back in his chair, considering their options. “Direct confrontation would likely escalate things further, which we need to avoid, especially now that we understand the instability within their ranks.”
“Perhaps there’s a way to use this instability,” Wes suggested, his tactical mind analyzing angles. “If we can show the Hillside pack that their young alpha’s decisions are leading them into unnecessary danger, they might reconsider their support for him.”
Alex nodded, appreciating Wes’s insight. “Undermine his credibility, expose his recklessness to his own people. If we can avoid bloodshed and resolve this diplomatically, it would be preferable. But,” his eyes hardened, the protective alpha resurfacing, “we need to be ready if diplomacy fails.”
His father agreed, his tone firm. “Prepare the pack for any outcome, Alex. But let’s also try reaching out to the elders of Hillside. They might be our best bet for a peaceful resolution. I’ll handle the initial contact; you focus on our defenses.”
Alex’s mind raced, scenarios and strategies lining up. His primary goal remained clear: protect Lena and the pack at all costs. “I’ll have our enforcers on high alert and continue our patrols. Wes, coordinate with the lieutenants. Make sure everyone’s prepared for any situation.”
Wes nodded. “Consider it done, Alex.”
As the meeting concluded, Alex felt a mixture of frustration and resolve. The path ahead was filled with uncertainty, but the safety of his mate and his pack were his guiding star. He would do whatever it took to shield them from the fallout of a young alpha’s ambition.
“Thank you, Father,” Alex said as he turned to leave, the weight of leadership settling firmly on his shoulders. His father’s nod was both an acknowledgment and an encouragement—a silent message that he was not alone in this burden.
NINETEEN
Lena’s drive home from her mom’s house was usually an easy ride where she used to unwind, the quiet of the car a stark contrast to the bustling noise of her day hanging out with her mom and the rest of the family.
The familiar route with its winding roads flanked by dense forests always brought her a sense of peace. But tonight, her senses were on high alert. The shadows of the trees seemed to stretch longer, more ominous, as if forewarning her of danger.
As she rounded a particularly secluded bend, the sudden, harsh glare of headlights in her rearview mirror shattered the tranquility of her drive. A vehicle, dark and imposing, was gaining on her rapidly, its intentions unclear but undeniably aggressive.
Lena’s heart skipped a beat, her grip tightening on the steering wheel as she tried to maintain her composure and speed. What the hell? She tried to move over a little to give the other car the chance to go around her. She really didn’t want this person on her ass her entire drive, but they stayed behind her.