His Apprehensive Mate - Brea Alepou Page 0,50
of you.
Ava Vast
Morgan read over the note again and again, and still the words said the same thing—meant the same thing. Ava was gone. She went back to the Vast Pack.
The walls felt as if they were closing in on him. She couldn’t. No, there was no way for her to get to them. She had to still be outside. How long had it been since she asked to go to her room? A few hours at most, but— Morgan’s mind couldn’t make sense of it. He stumbled out of her room and to the front door. He was sure he could catch up to her and show her how wrong she was. They could be happy with her here. She was already a part of their family. He ran outside, sucking in air that felt as if he were breathing in acid. He made it to the street.
“Ava,” he called out, but it came out barely a whisper.
Morgan coughed, his throat felt sore and words were blocked with too many emotions. His wolf was just as frantic as Morgan tried to find Ava. He turned right and ran down the street, calling out Ava’s name.
He felt as if he’d been running forever, but there was no sight of Ava anywhere. Damn it. How could he let this happen?
Morgan stopped running and bent over. Bile burned in the back of his throat. He only had a second to get ready before he was puking on the side of the road. He threw up all the contents of his stomach, and still he dry heaved a few more times before his body decided to calm down.
“Ava,” Morgan forced out.
His throat was raw, but it didn’t matter. He needed to find her. Barefoot against the asphalt, something cut the sole of his foot, but still Morgan continued to run. He could catch up to her—he could save her, he could protect her.
A car going way too fast zoomed past him, and the wind nearly knocked him over. It came to a screeching halt, its tires squealing against the asphalt.
Morgan’s stomach dropped instantly, and he glanced back in the direction of the pride house to where his mate was. Kenny would find him. Kenny would save him and Ava. He trusted his mate. Morgan felt bad that it was going to happen like this, but if Ava was in the car, there was no way Morgan could run away.
The car reversed and Morgan ran toward it. It braked before it clipped him, and Morgan hit the trunk. The window rolled down, and the smell of wolves was strong.
“Give her back,” Morgan shouted.
“Run, Uncle Morg—” Ava’s words were muffled.
Morgan growled in frustration, his wolf close to the surface. He could shift right now, but there was no way he could take on so many wolves by himself. He needed to get Ava out of the car first.
The back door opened, and Pawel, Morgan’s brother, stepped out. Pawel was also Lyndon’s right hand, his beta. If Lyndon didn’t want to get his hands dirty, Pawel was all too eager to step up.
“Good, didn’t have to go burn the cat house down to get you,” Pawel said.
Morgan growled at the thought of anyone hurting the pride.
“Oh look, my little runt of a brother finally grew some fangs.”
Pawel moved quick, and Morgan didn’t have time to react. A knee to his stomach punched the air right out of his lungs, and he gasped for breath, but Pawel didn’t care. He punched Morgan so hard in the face he saw spots. Morgan dropped to the ground, the taste of copper a bitter reminder of his past. Morgan was disoriented as Pawel picked him up and tossed him into the small trunk.
Morgan blinked a few times, trying to get rid of the dizziness and spots that plagued his vision. He looked up at a smiling Pawel.
“Welcome back, bitch.” He shut the trunk, and Morgan could do nothing but close his eyes and shudder.
“That won’t work. He has a lot more wolves than there are of us,” Hodge said.
Kenny didn’t care how many there were, but he had to agree if they went in outnumbered, then the odds were stacked against them. He opened his mouth to add that they should ask the Blaze Pack exactly what happened when he was hit with an assault of emotions.
“Something’s wrong,” Kenny said. He stood up from the patio table and went into the house instantly. Nothing looked or smelled different, but he