The search for a saviour

CHAPTER FOUR 

 ALPHA LESLEY 

 (Five years later). 

 My claw digged deep into the wooden table in my office. I scratched the table as I walked forward, leaving lines of my four clwas on the table. The screeching sound from the table wasn't pleasant to my ears. I gritted my teeth as much as I could to release the anger I felt in my system. 

 "Alpha Lesley, you have to calm down. " 

 I turned to Ramon angrily. How could he easily say I should calm down? The pack was under attack, and everything was going bizarre, and he expected me to calm down?

 "They attacked again yesterday," I spoke with rage. "They took our women and men again! They took children!" 

 "We have one of them. Let's make him spill their hideout." 

 I hissed loudly. 

 "We have totured him enough, and he's not speaking. I wonder why Alpha Martin wants us to still keep him alive." 

 Ramon was quiet for a while. He was the pack's only surviving beta over the years. He was closer to me than the rest of my brothers. Jeremy should be the nicest of us all, but he didn't meddle in the pack affairs. He had been a shadow of himself the past five years, and u could not care much about him. Neither I nor Martin did. 

 "I just have to obey all of his orders because he's the oldest of the alphas. It sucks, ruling the pack with two other brothers. I need to prove to this pack that I alone deserves to rule them. I am the strongest among them. I do not need this competition. It wouldn't even help the pack." 

 Ramon was seated on the couch in my office. In as much as he seemed so nonchalant about everything, I knew that his head was working perfectly. He was thinking about something. 

 "We have one of the rogues, right?" Ramon asked. 

 He was still relaxed on the couch. I stopped pacing and gently pulled my claws out of the table. I watched them grow shorter, and u cracked the bones in my neck. I placed both hands in my pocket and faced Ramon. 

 "We do, and why?" 

 "I am very sure the rogues are going to attack for the third time. Especially since we have one of them now. If you want to become the only ruler of this pack, then you have to do something extra ordinary. " 

 He paused and stared up at me. I was searching my brain for what to do. 

 "You have to singlehandedly save this pack. Of course, not by fighting the rogues alone. We all saw how powerful they were." 

 I stood there watching him. My mind was completely blank. I had thought they rogues were only able to defeat us the first time because we were taken unaware. They still defeated us the second time and fleed with our own. 

 "What can I do to save this pack?" I asked him. 

 "Since we have their own. It would be easy to get the DNA sample of the bloodline..."

 "To do what?" I asked with a squeezed brow. 

 "I know a woman who can help us. She produces a substance that can wipe the wolf off their DNA. once she takes a sample of their DNA... she wipes their wolf off the whole generation. Without their wolf, they are helpless, and you're the hero." 

 My eyes widened. I was satisfied with the offer. 

 "Take me to her." 

 ***

 I walked into the finely furnished bungalow. It screamed wealth. I was made to wait at the sitting room by the woman's maid. She would join me shortly. 

 I took in the sight of the sitting room. There was a picture hanging on the wall of the room. A picture of the woman and her daughter. I heard footsteps that distracted me, and I turned towards the direction immediately. My throat immediately went dry at the sight of the woman. 

 She wore a royal blue dress that touched her feet. There was a long slit in front. I could see her alluring white thigh. I slowly moved my eyes to her face. Oh, my... her face screamed beauty. Her lips were well shaped. Her grey bulgy eyes were charming. Her face was as white as snow. 

 "You're the man who wants to see me," the lady's voice was heard, and it melted my heart. 

 She sounded like an angel. 

 She sat on the couch opposite me and crossed her legs. 

 "Ramon told me you were coming," she said, staring directly at my eyes without saying a word. 

 "Ye... yes," I stuttered. 

 The lady had taken my breath away. 

 "That's good," she replied. "I heard you want to wipe the wolf off an entire lineage. Isn't that too much?" 

 She leaned a little closer while she narrowed her eyes. 

 "I mean, is it not wicked?" 

 I scoffed. 

 "Why then do you make it?" 

 She nodded and leaned backwards. There was something about her that seemed awfully familiar. I could not place a finger on what it was. I knew that I hadn't met her before. Of course, she lived miles away from the pack house. It was impossible that I'd had anything to do with her before. 

 "Do you have a DNA sample of this lineage?" She asked me. 

 I slowly nodded my head. 

 "Good," she responded as she uncrossed her legs. "I would need to see it. I also need to take the DNA sample of your pack so I don't mix things up and mistakenly wipe your wolf instead." 

 She studied my face carefully as she spoke. 

 "I will also need to spend a few days in your pack examining my samples. Prepare a room for my daughter and I." 

 I paused at the mention of my daughter. The girl in the picture was obviously her daughter. That means she also had a husband. I didn't know why a tinge of jealousy suddenly washed all over me. Why was I suddenly getting attracted to this woman. 

 After rejecting my mate, I didn't get a second chance, mate. I had to find someone to pretend to be my mate and Luna. I didn't want the pack to see me as incapable, so I needed a woman by my side. Jeremy was the only one who didn't care. He hadn't found his mate yet. He just had one night stands with girls and let them go. I would say he learnt that from me. 

 "You should go now," she spoke before standing up to her feet. "Communicate to me once my place is ready. I have to go prepare food for my husband and daughter." 

 I stood up and stopped her before she could leave. 

 "What is your name?" I asked her. 

 "Mira Sampson," she replied, studying my face with her eyes. 

 "Oh," I nodded. "I don't re..." 

 I walked away without another word. She wasn't someone I knew, yet I felt connected to her. I also felt as though I had met her before. Her name didn't even ring a bell in my head.

 I pulled out my phone from my pocket and dialled the number of my private investigator. 

 "I would forward you a name and address," I spoke into the phone. "Find out every single thing about her and her family."