Tangled Hearts - The Alpha's Baby Mama-Chapter 284: MagiChapter

Xavier POV

The sun was setting, casting a deep orange hue over Greyhound Pack, but there was no beauty in it tonight—only the weight of impending disaster. The rogue wolves outside our walls were increasing with every hour, drawing closer like a swarm of locusts, littering the fields beyond the pack’s boundaries. They were organized, more than they should be, more than rogues ever were. Something felt wrong. I could see the tension in the eyes of my warriors, and it mirrored my own. How long could we hold them off? And why weren’t they attacking outright?

I shook my head, trying to clear the dark thoughts as I approached a group of warriors working near the western edge of the compound. They were bent over the communication lines, trying desperately to figure out why every form of contact had gone dark.

"Alpha," one of the warriors greeted me, standing up quickly and wiping his hands on his dirty jeans. "We’ve been trying to repair the lines, but... it’s worse than we thought."

"Worse how?" I asked, stepping closer to inspect their progress.

Another warrior, Kael, gestured to the mangled wires on the ground. "Look at this, Alpha. These wires—they weren’t just damaged. They’ve been severed clean. Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing."

I crouched beside the wires, my brow furrowing as I studied them. Sure enough, the cuts were deliberate—clean and precise, like someone had taken their time to make sure nothing could be easily fixed.

"Damn it," I muttered under my breath. "How long until you can repair it?"

Kael exchanged a worried glance with his partner before speaking. "We’re not sure, Alpha. We’ve tried rerouting the system, but the entire grid might be compromised. We could spend hours trying to reconnect everything, but if the damage is this extensive... it’s not going to be a quick fix."

I stood up, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "We don’t have hours. We need those lines up before the rogues make another move. We’re cut off from the outside world—we can’t reach anyone, and we sure as hell don’t know how many more of them are coming."

Another warrior chimed in, wiping sweat from his brow. "If we can’t repair the lines, maybe we should try getting a message out some other way. A few of us could sneak out and—"

"No." I cut him off firmly. "It’s too dangerous. We send anyone out there, and they’ll be swarmed by rogues. We’re not sacrificing any more lives. Focus on the repairs. There has to be a way to patch this up, even if it’s temporary."

Kael sighed, looking down at the mess of wires. "We’ll keep trying, Alpha. But it’s going to take time."

I clenched my jaw, feeling the weight of responsibility pressing harder on my shoulders. Time was the one thing we didn’t have. "Do what you can," I said, my voice hard. "But I need results soon. If the pack realizes how cut off we are, panic will spread. We can’t afford that."

The warriors nodded, immediately getting back to work. I watched them for a moment longer, feeling the helplessness crawl up my spine. This wasn’t just a technical failure. It felt like we were being toyed with like someone out there knew exactly how to cripple us before delivering the final blow.

After a few more minutes, I left the warriors to their task and made my way back to the pack house. On the way, I saw a group of soldiers led by Gamma Theo, distributing relief packages to the villagers in the lower parts of the territory. Food, medicine—everything we could spare to keep morale up.

Theo caught sight of me and jogged over. "Alpha, we’re making sure everyone gets supplies, but we’re running low on essentials. If this siege lasts any longer, we might have to start rationing more strictly."

I nodded. "Good work, Theo. Keep the distribution going for now, but let me know the moment we dip below critical levels. We need to keep our people fed and healthy, or the rogues won’t even have to lift a claw."

Theo gave me a determined nod before heading back to his soldiers, and I watched them for a moment, grateful for their resilience in the face of such uncertainty. Even under siege, Greyhound Pack wouldn’t crumble easily. Not if I had anything to say about it.

But the longer this went on, the harder it would be to hold things together.

I finally made it to my office, sinking into the leather chair behind my desk. For a moment, I allowed myself the luxury of silence, letting the heavy atmosphere settle around me. The weight of leadership was heavier than ever, but there was no time for doubt or fear.

Just as I began to reach for a report on the rogue activity, a sudden pressure hit my mind—a mindlink.

I froze, recognizing the touch of the link immediately. It wasn’t a warrior or any of my pack members.

It was Selene.

Xavier...

Her voice was soft but urgent like a whisper carried on the wind. My heart clenched at the sound of her. I hadn’t heard from her in what felt like an eternity.

Selene? I responded through the link, sitting up straighter. What’s happening? Where are you?

I’m back... she replied, her tone filled with a mix of relief and uncertainty. I’m back at Moon Whisper. I need to tell you something important, but first, what’s going on there? I’ve been trying to reach out, but the lines have been severed, haven’t they?

I exhaled slowly, the tension of the past few days pouring into my words. We’re under attack, Selene. The rogues have cut off our communication, and they’ve been surrounding us for days. We don’t know how many more are coming, but they’re not making any real moves yet. It’s like they’re waiting for something.

Waiting? she echoed, and I could hear the worry in her voice. Xavier, this might be connected to something bigger than just rogue wolves. I need to speak to you in person, but you have to hold on. Help is coming, I promise.

Help? I asked, a spark of hope igniting in my chest. What kind of help, Selene?

But before she could answer, the mindlink snapped. The connection between us was severed abruptly, leaving me sitting in stunned silence, gripping the edge of my desk.

The rogues had cut off more than just communication lines—they were cutting off everything, even our connections to the outside world. This wasn’t just an attack. It was isolation, a slow, methodical noose tightening around our necks.

And I had no idea how much longer we could survive it.

The silence after the mindlink was deafening. It was as if the entire room had grown colder, the weight of the attack pressing down on me. I stared at the desk in front of me, Selene’s voice still echoing in my mind. She was back at Moon Whisper. That should’ve been good news, but the fact that our communication had been severed so abruptly unsettled me.

Whatever was happening, it was bigger than anything I’d anticipated.

I stood up from the desk, pacing the room as the gravity of the situation sank in deeper. The rogues had cut off our communication lines and were surrounding us, but they hadn’t made any direct attack. They were just watching, waiting, like predators circling their prey, calculating the perfect moment to strike.

Selene had said something about help coming, but what kind of help? From where? And how long could we hold out?

Just as I was about to leave the office, the door creaked open, and Gamma Theo stepped in. His usual calm demeanour was replaced by something grimmer, and I didn’t have to ask to know that more bad news was coming.

"Alpha," Theo began, standing stiffly by the doorway. "We’ve got another issue. A few of the warriors who were repairing the communication lines... they found traces of something strange along the perimeter."

"What do you mean strange?" I asked, walking toward him, my instincts on high alert.

Theo hesitated, then gestured for me to follow him. We walked down the hallway, his boots heavy against the hardwood floors. "We found remnants of some sort of magic—something unnatural near the cut lines. It’s as if the rogues are using more than just brute force to keep us contained."

Magic. My stomach twisted. Rogues didn’t use magic. They were known for their savagery, and their unpredictability, but this level of sophistication wasn’t something they typically employed.

"Show me," I demanded, quickening my pace as Theo led me to the back entrance of the pack house.

We crossed the training grounds, where several warriors were busy sharpening weapons, their faces set in hard lines. Fear was palpable in the air, but they kept their focus—preparing for what could be an inevitable battle. My warriors were disciplined, but even I could sense the growing unease among them.

Theo brought me to the edge of the perimeter, where a few warriors were crouched over the severed wires. One of them, a young woman named Dara, stood up as we approached, her face pale.

"Alpha," she greeted me with a quick nod. "You need to see this."