I"m your Alpha

It was later in the evening Sandro got back from his search.

He booted the door to his room open and walked straight to the bar.

Uncapping the cover of the white rum, he poured it to the brim inside the highball glass in front of him.

"Bítch," Sandro winced as the liquor scorched his throat, "Where could she have been to?"

He had gone back to the house he took her from and noticed it was empty. He had even gone as far as to go to the place she was working and no one had seen her ever since the day he took her.

Sandro shook his head. The more he thought of her disappearance without footage to show how she was escaping, the stranger it was coming to terms that she had escaped without any help.

It was weird but his instinct kept pointing at Blaze being the perpetrator. He knew everything that was going on but he didn't want to say it.

"That bástárd! I'll pluck out his fúcking traitorous heart!" He downed the rest of the white rum and set the glass on the bar counter before striding out of his room.

Sandro shoved the door to the large hall open and all eyes strayed to him.

A meeting was currently going on but he didn't care about what it was. All he needed was to know where Arabella had gone and the only person he believed capable of answering the question was Blaze.

Sandro yanked him off the seat and tugged him to the corner of the room.

He ignored the eyed boring holes at his back and at the same time maintaining a strong grip on Blaze.

"What is the matter? Didn't you see…" Blaze began but staggered backward as Sandro's fist connected with his jaw.

"Son of a bítch! Are you nuts?!"

Sandro snorted, "I should be the one asking you that. Where the fúck is she?"

Yanking him from the ground, Sandro shoved him into the nearest wall. His hand slapped his chest and he narrowed his eyes, "Where did you take her to?!"

"No fúcking place!" Blaze yelled and shrugged his hands away. "Why are you asking me what I don't even know of? What has she got to do with me?!"

"She's got every freaking thing to do with you. I saw the way you interacted with her the first time. Anyone would have thought you were a long-lost friend. I fúcking saw the way you stare at her as if she is your freaking mate and how you always jump in on her defenses!"

"That means nothing!" Blaze shouted back. "Blóódy hell! I can defend whoever I wish to. I have done that to Janice countless times and I don't see you complaining about her!"

Janice's cheeks reddened and she gazed at the table at the mention of her name. She sighed and stared at Francis who nudged her.

"What is that all about?" Francis mumbled, gazing at her. "Is something between the two of you?"

Janice shrugged, "It's a long story and I don't think it's relevant to say it at this moment. We should stop whatever is about to happen."

Her eyes travelled to the other pack members and they nodded, standing to their feet.

"Arabella is mine. I fúcking own her and she has no right to speak to you whatsoever! She had no right to laugh with you."

"Can you listen to yourself?" Blaze grunted. "She is no fúcking toy. She is human with a heart. She isn't a beast like you and…"

"Fúck you!" Sandro roared, landing another punch on Blaze's nose.

Sandro felt his nose break at the contact his fist made but he didn't care. He grasped the collar of Blaze's shirt and shoved him into the wall, before charging at him.

"Stop fúcking hitting me!" Blaze dodged the incoming blow from him.

"I'm your Alpha and I can do what I desire with you!" Sandro kicked his gut and the latter groaned, coughing out blood.

"Stop," Janice said. Her body trembled and she held her hands to her side.

She glimpsed the amount of pain Blaze was in his eyes and at the same time he was trying to hide it. She didn't know the reason he was not attacking back.

As far as she was concerned, Blaze's strength was on par with Sandro's. But, Sandro surpassed him when it comes to strategy.

Moreover, she believed Blaze didn't attack because Sandro was his superior.

Blaze's grunt snapped her out of her thoughts and her eyes widened as she saw him rolling on the floor with his hands gripping his stomach.

"Stop it!"

Sandro groaned as Janice shoved him off Blaze.

He turned and glared at her, "Little bítch!"

Sandro seethed and stalked towards her.

Francis intercepted him, shoving Janice to his back.

"Leave her out of this, Sandro!" Blaze whimpered.

"You need to calm down. Of course, Arabella is missing but you can't take the anger out on all of us! I've been blaming myself since morning and I don't think that will even bring her back." Francis rambled.

"Your point?" Sandro snapped.

"We'll organize a search for her but you need to let go of your anger. It'll do a lot of good."

Sandro snorted, "Then do the needful!"

He said, stalking away from the room after glaring at Blaze.

Francis let out a breath as soon as he was gone and turned to Janice, "Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm fine," Janice mumbled. She let out a shaky breath and walked toward Blaze who was still on the floor.

"Shít!" Blaze rasped whilst attempting to stand to his feet.

His hand went to his side and he noticed two ribs were broken.

He gripped the wall and leaned on it before letting out a steady breath.

"You look awful."

"Thanks to your freaking Alpha," Blaze mumbled. His eyes snapped open and he gazed at her.

"You could have gotten hurt. You shouldn't interrupt him anymore."

Janice rolled her eyes, "Sandro will never hurt me."

"You don't know for sure what he can do when his beastly side surfaces."

"Still, I know he can't hurt me," Janice mumbled.

Although she was a bit shaken from him yelling at her and shooting her a death glare, she knew he wouldn't even lay a finger on her. She didn't know how but ever since she had been in the pack, he had never lifted a finger to hit her even when she angered him.

She didn't know why he treated her in that manner, but she was happy he wasn't awful to her as others believed.

"Let me help you." She said as she saw Blaze staggering towards the entrance.

He nodded and let her grip his hand as they walked out of the door.