All Chapters of Kill to Have Me Back: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11°° KLEIN °°“Where is my omega?” I ask once he comes on the line. “I heard you had to rush to the hospital.’’ Saxon says instead, sounding worried. That forces a breath from me, and I instinctively turn to the direction of my father's ward. “Father had a complication again, but it's been resolved now. It's nothing to worry about.’’ I begin walking to the VVIP section. “The Luna is worried sick. She was on her way to join you when we returned, says you wouldn't take their calls.’’ “Just tell her father fine, and she doesn't have to worry.’’ I almost cut in. “Did you return with my mate, where is she right now?’’“We… We couldn't find her today. However, we found a trace.’’ Saxon quickly adds. “What trace?’’ I squeeze my fist. Whatever that trace is, it had better be completely worth it. “We are not sure if it's hers yet. I'm hoping we would find any piece left of her in the basement to conduct a DNA test.’’ “What did you find?’’ I stop on my tracks. Saxon hesitate

°° AZALEA °°The entire members were packed in the packhouse to join in the celebration. Amusing isn't it? I didn't think a welcome party was supposed to accommodate the entire members of the pack, though they aren't so much since we were just an upcoming pack. I casually expected just a number of workers from the packhouse to be present.My anxiety doubles in length as Helene leads me to the center. She pats my back warmly before leaving to join the crowd. ‘It's here.’ Lea says, referring to the moment our mate appears. She's skidding restlessly in my head, and I'm forced to ask her if she can smell our mate already. ‘Not yet. Maybe he's not out yet?’Just as I almost respond to that, a warm palm grazes my arm from behind. When I look up, it's him. My mate, looking dashingly different from when I saw him the last time. He's effortlessly 6 '3, which isn't quite a surprise for me since his towering build was typically my first impression of him. But I probably didn't take time to as

°° KLEIN °°Xaia is pacing restlessly in my head. There is no way either of us won't feel restless after the discovery we just made from my father. I quietly tuck him in bed with my thoughts far gone… lost. I finish and turn to leave but he grabs my forearm, then the realisation hits me that I've been lost in thoughts. I apologise for my behaviour and formally extend my goodbyes. ‘‘I want you to know that I'm always here to talk if there's anything bothering you.’’ Father tells me. But I smile and tell him I'm fine. “I know, and that's okay. But later if you decide to talk about it, I'm always here to support you in any way to handle it.’’ He says, and this time it takes my whole years of Alpha training to stop tears from stinging my eyes. I maintain my smile and nod, stroking his hair shortly. “I'll see you again, this time sooner than the last time.’’ His smile is the last thing I note before I turn and leave the hospital. I call Saxon on my way out to ask him if there's been

°° KLEIN °°Emily recoils, stepping back, away from my condescension. I have no initial heads up or valid grounds for a suspicion. My accusation was just a speculation I clamped up in my head. “I admit I may have wanted to save face like you said, but I would never get rid of a person for any reason.’’ She mumbles softly. But I insist. ‘‘What did you do to her?’’She looks up at me. “What have you heard to accuse me like this? I know nothing about that omega's disappearance. Keeping her in the basement was the least I could do.’’“I know a number of things you can and can't do, mother. But I also know how far you can go to protect the family's reputation. I know you can go dangerous lengths and we both know why that is.’’ When she'd first come into my father's life, the pack member hated her for being a rogue wolf; “How dare a classless thing like her try to weave into the royal family?’’ “How can the Alpha stoop so low to mating with a rogue woman'’ Comments like that flew around,

°° AZALEA °°I massage my face gently, following Nyra’s instructions about how to apply the supposedly “expensive” face oil for effective results. There is a thin line below my eyes, like the one that usually forms an eyebag after so much weeping. Except that mine isn't from excess weeping nor is it an eyebag. Or is it? After the discussion with Héctor yesterday, I spent the whole of my bedtime thinking about ways that we could elevate the pack from its rogue status which is the cause of the dark line below my eyes. I hate to think that I'm a rogue. Rogues are classless, packless wolves who once belonged to packs but have been banished from their pack for various atrocious acts. Treason. Violent murder. Unjust activities. Any evil thing you can think of. I won't know what mine could have been about but I believe I wasn't banished from my pack alone, and whoever I got banished with must have committed one of those atrocious crimes. It's so troubling!“Do you need something, my Luna?’