My Dead Brother is Alive!

~Third person POV~

The sunlight drifting from the window woke Nyro up the next morning. Calyxia was still fast asleep beside him on the bed.

He groaned tiredly, wondering why Ivy hadn't woken him up earlier.

He put on his slippers and went to the dining table for a quick breakfast before work. To his greatest shock, there was nothing served. The table and cutlery sat bare and the house felt empty. 

Nyro almost tumbled on the broken figurine on the marble, he must have bumped into it on his way home last night.

Everywhere was untidy and unkempt, paper bags, liquor bottles, and cartons of sushi and Chinese takeout littered the sofa.

This was odd.

And he was going to make Ivy pay for this.

“Ivy!” He thundered. “Ivy!”

He waited for her to answer, to come running at his command, but he was met with silence. There was no response.

Was she still sulking? How pathetic was she really? 

Last night was Calyxia's birthday and the event was at Golden Tulip Restaurant. It was a blast, he'd had a lot to drink and could barely remember anything that transpired afterwards. Heck, he couldn't even remember how he got back to the pack.

His head banged with a persistent headache. Groaning tiredly he walked to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee so that he could feel a little better.

Usually, Ivy would have a bowl of steaming soup by his bed on mornings he had a bad hangover, and she would press his temples with cold water if he fell sick along the line.

Where was she?

He could sniff Calyxia before she walked in. She looked just as hungover.

“Urgh,” she groaned. “My head feels like shit.”

“Me too,” he said, placing a kiss on her lips. 

“I'll just go have breakfast now.” She smiled at him. “Ivy is an absolute mess but she's good at one thing. Whipping up a good meal.”

“Except today, she didn't,” Nyro said. 

“What!” Calyxia exclaimed. “Why? How? That's so unlike her.”

“She must still be sulking about last night.” Nyro shrugged. “Come to think of it, was she even at the party?”

“I don't know, I was too drunk to notice,” Calyxia responded, her face colored in irritation. “I'm so hungry, are you not going to do anything about that?”

“Of course,” Nyro said, eager to please Calyxia. “I'm going to give her a beating that'll send her back to the hospital.”

Calyxia smiled, satisfied.

Nyro, armed with a whip, stormed toward Ivy's room. With each step closer, fury rose in his chest.

“Ivy, you're testing me.” He flung the door open but to his perplexity, there was no Ivy.

Oddly, the room looked stripped of life. Something was wrong here. He walked into her closet, which was empty save for a few shirts. Her collection of bags, gold, everything he bought for her to show off with during council balls… they were all gone.

Calyxia, whom he hadn't noticed, followed him in gasping. “What's going on here? Did this bitch sell all her stuff?”

Where was Ivy? That was the main question. Nyro didn't know.

This had never happened before.

For a fleeting moment, worry etched across his features, but soon his jaw tightened. He was pissed.

*Dravo, come to my quarters this instant!* He mindlinked his beta.

In a few minutes, Dravo walked in looking confused.

“Where is my mate?” Nyro asked, sparing an exchange of pleasantries.

Dravo looked around the room, as if expecting her to appear from one of the corners. “I'm not sure, Alpha.”

“You're my Beta. It's your responsibility to be certain about the whereabouts of every member of this pack!” 

Dravo scrunched his brow in concentration. “The last time I saw her, she was with a few boxes. When I asked her where she was travelling to, she said she was only going to the Golden Tulip Restaurant for Calyxia's birthday.”

Calyxia scoffed. “My birthday? She wasn't even there. Nyro, that bitch is definitely cheating on you.”

Something fishy was going on, and Nyro did not like it. “I'll head down to Golden Tulip, maybe she's still waiting there. If I find out she's hooking up with some man there, I'll kill them both.”

Blinded by rage, Nyro grasped his keys and headed to his garage, Calyxia and Dravo following closely behind.

All through the ride, Nyro kept cussing under his breath. “I'm going to deal with that bitch.”

His car screeched to a stop at the restaurant and he headed directly to the reception. He met a young waitress.

“Good morning, sir.” She greeted, meekly.

“Save your greetings. I'm looking for my wife,” Nyro said impatiently. “She's petite, tall, fair-skinned and brunette. Did you by any chance see her at the party last night?”

“Oh, you must be Mr Nyro Grimvale.” The girl retrieved an envelope from the back. “Ms Ivy asked me to give this to you… and she said to tell you that she's no longer your wife.”

A nerve ticked in Nyro's jaw as he snatched the envelope from the waitress.

This must be an April Fool's prank in June.

“I wanted to give you last night, but you seemed drun-”

“Shut up!” Nyro silenced her as he tore the envelope open.

‘MATING TERMINATION/ DIVORCE AGREEMENT’ were the words written in bold print at the top of the document. But what shocked him the most was his very own signature at the bottom.

He laughed bitterly. What was happening?

A letter fell from the document too. It was short.

“Dear Ex-Husband, this is my last gift to you. Freedom to be with your whore. But I assure you, this will not be the end. For every shed tear and every hair on my daughters’ heads, you will pay for it with your blood.”

Nyro's ears rang in disbelief.

Calyxia was looking over his shoulder. “Wh… What's that?”

His chest rose rapidly with anger. A loud growl erupted from him before he could stop himself.

“Find her,” He said to a terrified Draco. “Or I'll have your head.”

“Yes, Alpha.” Dravo scurried out of the restaurant.

Nyro pulled out his cellphone and dialled her number.

The call was answered on the first ring.

But not by Ivy.

No. By the last person he expected to be alive.

The person he watched fall to his death.

“Hello, brother.” His voice was like steel. “Did you miss me?”