Chapter Three

Jaxon POV

Today is the big day. I'm going to the Bloodvenom Pack to supposedly look for my Mate, but I'm actually going so that I can have a look around and see if I can find out what the hell has been happening over there with the Omegas.

Don’t get me wrong, I would truly love to find my Mate, but right now, this was a priority for me. These Omega’s needed my help and I was going to make sure I was there for them.

I'm in my bedroom busy packing when there is a knock on my door. Who the hell can that be? It's only 5 in the morning. I think to myself irritably. "Come in" I growl.

My door opens and Carter along with my Third in Command, Sebastian comes walking in. They both look like they are still half asleep. "What time are we leaving again?" Carter asked, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up.

"We are leaving at 6, are you guys ready and packed?" I ask them. They can be quite slow when it comes to travelling and I don't want to be held back just because they forgot to pack a damn toothbrush.

"We're ready Alpha. We got packed last night, after we did our perimeter run. Everything was nice and quiet. We're just going to head down and have some breakfast. We'll make sure to dish some in for you as well." Sebastion mumbled, stifling a yawn.

They turned around and headed out the door and downstairs, looking for food. I finished packing and lug my bags downstairs leaving them at the door, then head to the kitchen for my breakfast.

We leave just after six and for some reason my wolf is pacing and it’s starting to make me feel anxious "What is up with you today Alarick?" I asked my wolf. "I don't know but something has me feeling excited and anxious at the same time, I can't explain it" Alarick replies, a low growl rumbling in the back of my mind. "Well try to settle down please. You are giving me a headache" I tell my wolf.

Three hours later we arrive at the Bloodvenom Pack, where we are met at the border by some mean looking wolves. I know one of them is the Beta, Dorian and the other is the Third, Maxwell. We follow them all the way to the Pack House. We come to stop in front of the big building and get out of the car, looking around as we did that. People were looking at us, and then they would quickly look away and carry on with their duties. But I didn’t like the vibe one little bit.

We are led inside, but as we got closer to the kitchen, my wolf went ballistic. I get the distinct smell of Vanilla & Chocolate and its coming from a door just off the kitchen. My wolf is practically clawing at me, growling Mate, Mine, over and over again. But what is pissing both of us off, is the smell of blood from the same direction.

I head in the direction of the door, but Dorian tries to grab my arm to steer me away. "There is nothing down there Alpha Jaxon. Alpha Mason's office is up on the second floor" he tells me, but he has a bit of a nervous look in his eye.

"Get your fucking hand off me or I will remove it for you and trust me, you won't like that. I can smell my Mate behind that door, but what pisses me off is the strong smell of blood that is also coming from the same direction" I growl at him, trying to stay as calm as possible, but at this point my temper was barely being held in check.

I try walking towards the door again and again he grabs my arm to stop me. So I grab his hand and twist it up behind his back. Carter and Sebastian grabbed Maxwell as he tried to lunge for me and held him back.

I march Dorian over to the door and shove him so hard into it that the door flies off its hinges and opens up. What I see when I go down the stairs, makes me so angry that I start pounding Dorian into the nearest wall.

I stopped though when I heard a small terrified whimper coming from the left, where about five Omegas are sitting on a filthy cot bed, most of whom are either covered in blood, bruised or healing cuts across every piece of exposed skin.

Looking in that direction I see the most beautiful boy I have ever seen in my life. He has pale blonde hair, almost white with big green eyes and a small face that makes him look like an elf. But the look in his eyes is pure terror. No, no, no I have frightened my Angel, the last thing I ever wanted to do.

I swallow the lump in my throat as I take in the bruise under his eye and across his left cheekbone. He is so small, who would do something like this?