The Rogue Alpha's Second Chance-Chapter 16: Hunted

Another werewolf decided to try his luck, carefully speaking out, "Maybe she is being protected by someone— another pack most likely."

The warrior wolf quivered as Mathew's direct gaze fell on him. Mathew's steps towards him sounded heavy and loud. He closed his eyes in fear while Mathew raised his hand, patting him on his shoulder.

"How did I not think about this? Good job," Mathew vocalized.

The werewolf, Tyler, slowly opened his eyes and checked Mathew's expression. It seemed that he was truly pleased with his answer.

"What's your name?" Mathew asked.

"Tyler, Tyler Burns," he replied, lowering his head in a subservient position.

His attitude satisfied Mathew well. He threw his head back and laughed, enjoying the dominance he had over others.

"You will lead the search team for finding her. Contact all the nearby packs. Any packs hiding her will be against us. I have great trust in you," Mathew ordered.

"Understood, Alpha. I will not disappoint you."

After that, Mathew's emotions settled. He no longer resorted to physical torture methods and let them know that their payments will be withheld until they managed to find Violet.

Once Tyler was out of the pack house, the collar of his shirt was dragged, and he found himself being dragged to a corner. His body was pushed against the wall, and then, a punch was delivered to his face.

When he lifted his head, he found the enraged eyes of another werewolf, Jason, glaring down on him. It was the same werewolf that let Violet jump down from the cliff.

"You should have remained quiet," he silently threatened.

Tyler spat out the blood and scoffed. "And then endure getting beaten up by him for God knows until when? He is the Alpha now, and his words should be followed."

"Don't you feel ashamed calling him an Alpha? Is he worthy of it?" Jason retorted loudly.

"Anyone who sits at that position is an Alpha to me no matter how they got there. Why should nobody like me care as long as I am getting the benefits?"

"Have you forgotten what the previous Alpha has done for all of us? Do you not feel any remorse betraying him!?"

A mocking chuckle left Tyler's mouth. "Don't attempt to be on a moral high horse. You are the same as well, betraying her just like me. What's the use of being angry with me here?"

Jason, feeling overwhelmed by guilt, looked downwards.

Seeing this, Tyler pushed Jason back and said, "Don't be hypocritical. Accept the Alpha, and nothing has to be so hard. We are merely doing the dirty task. When were we allowed to have opinions? We are merely the weapons of those who are in power."

Jason sighed, watching Tyler walk away.

Jason had to admit his cowardice prevented him from taking a stand by Violet's side when she had to establish her position. The only thing he could do for her was allow her to escape twice— that night from the prison and through the cliff.

Now that the Alpha was sure she hadn't passed away yet, this made him feel relieved.

However, if he insisted on carrying out this search, sooner or later, he will have Violet in his hand.

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Lucas and Sylas went out hunting in the forest. As for Lydia, she still hasn't returned yet. From Lucas, she learned that Lydia usually went to packs around the country to pure werewolves when needed.

Despite her status as a rogue, Lydia was well-received by the pack.

When Violet watched Sylas and Lucas grow into their wolf form, covered in majestic fur from top to bottom, envy rose in her chest.

How long had it been since she had felt the thrill and freedom of running through the expanse as the wind brushed past her fur?

Violet sighed, staring at the dandelion seed head in her hand.

She blowed on it, watching the seeds scatter and disappear.

Her attention then was brought over to the figure emerging from the forestry. The big and majestic black wolf strode over— the sheer size of it not failing to impress her.

Even her dad was an Alpha, but he would be a sorry sight in front of Sylas.

This made her curious about what his background could be.

Even in wolf form, Violet could see the signs that was very true to the Sylas she knew. His movements were elegant, restrained, and powerful. Although they went hunting, there was no blood or dirt on him.

She noticed how his fur was slightly wet, guessing that he must have washed it off.

Violet got up from the ground and approached Sylas when she felt a tickling sensation around her leg. Feeling something slither up, Violet looked down to find a green snake, and her eyes widened in horror.

She screamed and jumped up, kicking her leg to throw off the snake. Then, in a moment of panic, she grabbed on to Sylas's fur tightly. Tears gathered in her eyes as she stared at the snake— it's split eyes making contact with hers.

Violet felt blood drain out of her face and subconsciously, she leaned closer to Sylas's body for comfort.

But before the snake could frighten her further, Sylas's paw pressed on the body, rendering him without life.

Relief spread through Violet, and her knees went weak. She sat down on the ground. Even now, she could hear her heart pounding from the anxiety.

Feeling the soft fur behind her, only then did she come into the realization how closely she was attached to Sylas. Believing that he would find offense, she was about to move away quickly and apologize when he caught her off guard by lightly pressing his paw on her head.

Violet raised her head to stare at Sylas in utter shock.

He rubbed his paw on her head, making her feel as though he was comforting her.

The little moment between them was interrupted by the howl of another woof. Sylas immediately released her and ran off in another direction.

Violet saw that Lucas has returned with the hunted animals, carried by his mouth and paws. He threw them on the ground— his actions showing a little dissatisfaction.

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