Falling For My Cruel Mate novel Chapter 62

"It's nothing. I promise." I look her straight in those forest green eyes to prove that I wasn't lying. It was just a bad dream. He's dead. I know it for sure. "Go back to sleep ducky."

Her eyes search mine for a moment before she nods her head. She places a small kiss on my shoulder before moving back to the left side of the bed. My side of the bed. Usually I would be upset, but in this very moment I'd give up anything for her.

Once she was comfortable and lying still I get up and head over to the bathroom. This feeling was strange. It's like I couldn't be angry with her anymore. And if I was it would diminish quickly. I've never felt like this before. Ever. I would die for that girl. For my mate.

I grab the glass that sat on the counter and filled it up with water and chugged the whole thing in under three seconds. I glance at myself in the mirror. There were dark circles underneath my eyes and my heart felt heavy in my chest. It was just a stupid dream, pull yourself together.

I make my way back into the bedroom and slip back into bed. I was suddenly very grateful to Octavia for spending the night here with me. Even though I didn't give her much of a choice, she didn't put up much of a fight.

I lay on my side and pull the duvet over myself. I watch the rise and fall of her back carefully until I eventually fall back asleep.

There was a light knock at the door but it was loud enough to pull me from my sleep. It's not like I was sleeping that great anyway. I look over to find Octavia sleeping peacefully. My eyes train themselves on the clock, 6:47am.

I groan quietly as I slip out of bed, careful not to wake Octavia. I tip toe my way to the door and open it slightly and peek my head through. Sam is dressed in a suit looking down at his watch.

"Meetings at seven." He says looking up at me. I mutter a few curse words before telling him I'll meet him at the pack house. He nods his head and disappears down the hall. My guards nod their heads at me as a sign of respect and I whisper a small good morning before closing the door.

I take shower wanting scrub away the horrors of that nightmare. I was constantly reminding myself that it wasn't real. That they're both dead. Both of them. Gone.

I dress myself in a suit and tie along with a jacket. There were many clouds in the sky and looked like it might rain. I pull my shoes on and strap my watch to my wrist. I glance at myself in the mirror, double checking that my hair was still in place. I'll never understand why Alexander insisted we dress so formally. Especially since we aren't even leaving the pack territory.

I walk back out into my bedroom and make my way over to Octavia who was still sleeping. I allow my hand to brush over her cheek lightly. Her skin is soft and warm, it took everything in me to not jump back into bed and lay with her all day.

"To discuss the situation at hand along with the disappearance of Siren Laurel." Alexander speaks loudly and clearly before shooting the 8 ball into the left upper pocket of the pool table.

"So you got her file from SnowMoon?" I ask intrigued. We barely knew anything about that girl and I didn't dare ask Octavia because I know how over protective and blinded she is about her best friend.

"It was difficult considering what you've taken from them but yes." He sighs and turns to pick up a vanilla colored folder. He extends it to me and I don't hesitate to grab it.

"She disappeared about two weeks after you took Octavia. Her family doesn't think she was kidnapped because there were belongings missing from her room. Such as clothing items and toiletries." Alexander says as I flip through her short file.

She was clearly rebellious but she never got into serious trouble. She had one older brother and both of her parents are alive. There are absolutely no signs or any reasons for her to run away.

"The older sibling says that she was sneaking around a lot in the previous days before her disappearance. They had no idea whom she left with and they searched for her everywhere for about a month and half. They figured the loss of her best friend was too much." Alexander continues and I could feel my eyebrows furrow. That doesn't make sense. There's no way she would run away from a perfectly good home just because her best friend is gone.