The Alpha Behind The Mask-Chapter 115: The Return Of Raymond
Oliver’s POV
After the chaos in Canada, all I wanted was to pull Aurora back into my arms, to scent her skin, and to remind her that she was mine.
That was the only thought in my head.
Until my second phone—the one I kept hidden—vibrated.
My brow furrowed. I picked it up, seeing her name on the screen. Why was she calling him? After last night, after everything I’d given her as Oliver, why was she reaching out to the monster?
"Aurora?" I answered, my voice naturally dropping into that jagged, lethal rasp.
The sound of thumping bass nearly drowned her out, but I heard the terror. I heard the sob. She was in trouble. Then the line went dead. A second later, the message flashed across the screen.
[HELP. Eclipse Lounge VIP. Caspian Vane is going to kidnap me. Oliver is in Canada. Please, Raymond. I’m scared.]
My vision tunneled. Caspian Vane. That arrogant, bottom-feeding parasite was laying hands on my woman. I growled, a sound that started deep in my chest and vibrated through the frame of the car. I grabbed my primary phone—the King’s phone—and dialed her instantly.
Pick up. Pick up, Aurora!
It rang once, twice, and then cut straight to voicemail. Panic, raw and unchecked, surged through me. I looked at the driver, ready to bark an order to go to the lounge, but I bit my tongue.
I couldn’t go as Oliver.
Aurora had called Raymond. If Oliver showed up at the exact location she sent to him, my double life would be exposed. She was already suspicious; I couldn’t give her the final piece of the puzzle. Not like this.
"Turn around!" I roared at the driver. "Get me back to the packhouse. Now!"
"But Sire, we’re nearly at the penthouse—"
"I said now!"
The driver pulled a screeching U-turn. The drive felt like an eternity. Every second I wasted was a second that coward Caspian could be touching her, hurting her. I didn’t care about the Council. I didn’t care about the law. If he touched a hair on her head, I would leave nothing of him for the crows.
We skidded into the packhouse courtyard. I didn’t wait for the door to be opened. I ran out, my speed blurring as I bypassed the bowing staff, ignoring their greetings. I hit the elevator, my fist slamming against the button for the sixth floor.
I punched the security code into the heavy reinforced door and burst inside. The room was my secret—my BDSM room Oliver never knew of.
I didn’t waste a heartbeat. I grabbed the specialized hair dye from the cabinet, my hands shaking with a mix of adrenaline and fury. I doused my red hair, watching the vibrant color vanish under a chemical, raven black.
I shoved the piercing green lenses into my eyes, the world shifting into a sharp, emerald hue. I stripped off the King’s expensive shirt, throwing it to the floor, and pulled on the black jeans and black leather. I wiped my wrist with the specialized cleaners, and the concealer cleared, revealing my scorpion tattoo. I grabbed the black mask, sliding it over my face, and checked my reflection in the mirror one last time to be sure nothing was missing. Then I grabbed two blades and tucked them into my waist.
Quickly, I grabbed the keys to the Ducati, entered the elevator, and came out. I jumped onto the Ducati and started the engine. I didn’t wait for the gates to open fully. I squeezed through and sped out, the tires screeching against the road.
The wind hit my face hard, but I didn’t feel it. The only thing I felt was the need to get to her. I drove like I had lost my mind, cutting through traffic, ignoring every red light. Cars honked, people shouted—but I didn’t care. Nothing mattered except getting to Aurora.
Hold on... just a little longer.
My thoughts were a mess. I was angry at her for leaving the penthouse. Angry that she put herself in such danger—what if I had decided to return late?
But that anger was nothing compared to what I felt for Caspian. If he touched her... I wouldn’t let him live.
I turned the last corner and saw the Eclipse Lounge ahead. I didn’t go to the front. I went straight to the back alley—the kind of place where bad things always happen.
That was when I saw it. The black SUV. The man reaching for her. And Caspian... holding her, pulling her toward the car.
Something inside me snapped.
My wolf growled.
I didn’t slow down. I slid the bike in front of them, blocking their path with smoke. Before the bike even stopped, I was already moving. I pulled a blade and threw it. It flew straight and fast—then slammed into Caspian’s hand, pinning it to the wall.
His scream echoed through the alley. But that was just the beginning. I stepped forward and held the second blade, ready. Then I looked at her.
She was shaking. Scared. But there was something else in her eyes... hope. That hit harder than anything. Still, I didn’t break character.
I looked down at Caspian, who was howling in pain as he clutched his pinned hand. I reached down and snatched his gun off the pavement and, without a word, I aimed and fired. Two suppressed shots thudded into the air, and Caspian collapsed, clutching both of his knees as he shrieked.
His enforcers froze, their eyes wide with terror. They knew who I was now. They were wolves and knew the person behind the mask was the Alpha King. I could already sense their wolves bowing.
"This is just the tip of the iceberg," I growled, "you will be hearing from me."
I turned my back on them, dismissing them like the trash they were. My gaze fell on Aurora. She was trembling, her hair a mess, her eyes shining with tears that threatened to spill over.
"Raymond..." she whispered, her voice a broken breath that cut through me. "You... you came?"
God, I wanted to drop the act. I wanted to rip this mask off, pull her into my arms, and whisper that she was safe, that Oliver was here. I wanted to scent her, to make sure she wasn’t hurt. But I couldn’t. Not yet. I had to be the man she called for.
"I told you never to contact me again, didn’t I?" I snapped, my tone harsh and cold.
