Chapter 486

Asher, Alaric, and Micah were being held in an interrogation room.
The room was sterile and cold. Its walls were a dull, lifeless gray and soundproofed to perfection. It felt like the kind of place designed to break somebody with silence and monotony. The faint, incessant buzzing from the overhead fluorescent light was already enough to drive them mad.
There were no windows, of course, just a single reinforced one-way mirror that revealed nothing of who was watching them from the other side. A metal table sat bolted to the center of the room, and was surrounded by three uncomfortable steel chairs that seemed to have been built with intentional cruelty.
From the corners, cameras blinked red tracking their every move. Occasionally, an unseen vent groaned somewhere in the ceiling, the only sound breaking the silence when no one spoke.
They had been uncuffed upon arrival. But now, the cuffs were kept right in front of them on the table, the device light dulled now it wasn’t in use. If this was a tactic meant to rattle them into talking, it was laughable because they weren’t that easy to break. If only the detective knew they had been through worse, they would given up at this point.
For hours, they had been interrogated by so many officers they’d lost count. At some point, they were separated, a clear strategy to test the consistency of their stories. But it was pointless. There was nothing to lie about.
Nothing—except the fact that Violet had caused the explosion. And the fact that they refused to say where Violet, Griffin, and Roman had gone.
Eventually, the truth would come out. But if the authorities wanted to put a knife to their throats to get it, they’d have to try a lot harder.
“What’s wrong with him?” Alaric asked, nodding toward Micah.
Micah was slumped against the far wall, his forehead pressed to the mirror, groaning like a cat in heat.
Asher turned towards Micah, his jaw tight. “The mating fever,” he muttered bitterly. “The goddess decided to bless someone who wasn’t one of us with a mate bond.”
“Oh,” Alaric said slowly, realization settling over him. He should’ve seen it, the signs were all there: the sudden magnetic pull between Micah and Adele, the way Micah’s pupils had blown wide, and the low, dangerous growl rumbling from deep in his throat.
After they’d been separated for individual interrogation, Adele hadn’t returned to their room. She’d requested to be kept elsewhere.
Micah hadn’t believed the detective at first and nearly tore the poor man’s throat out until they showed him a short security clip of Adele herself making the request.
Alaric could not exactly blame Adele. He means, being mated to a half demon? That was crazy even by their standards. Not to mention, Micah’s reputation preceded him.
A healer mated to an incubus, that was one crazy combination.
But then the moon goddess makes no mistake. Still, even if Violet turned out to be some sort of demon? Yeah, he was never letting her go. Ever.
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Micah’s head snapped up with lightning speed, hope flaring in his eyes, thinking it was Adele.
Except it wasn’t.
Alpha king Elijah stepped into the room in his full glory, power clinging to him like a second skin.
Silence swallowed the space.
No one moved nor said a word as Elijah’s gaze swept over each of them, weighing, measuring, and judging.
Then he said, flatly, “You’re coming back with me.” And there was no room for debate in his voice.
Micah stood straighter, the hope returning just as fast. “What about Adele, Is she coming too?” he asked, eyes locked on Elijah.
Elijah lifted a brow. “Adele?” The name left his lips with mild surprise.
Of all the people, he hadn’t expected Micah to ask after her. The boy had never shown interest in any female, until now. Not to mention, Adele was of no real consequence to him. He had come for his nephew and heirs, not some healer.
“Why do you ask?” he said slowly, scrutinizing Micah now. “She was just freed moments ago. What about her?”
“No.” Micah roared, realizing what the woman had done.
He tried to bolt but Christian, Elijah’s Beta, stepped in, raising a hand. “You heard His Majesty’s order, you’re coming back with us.”
Micah bared his teeth at him and then one moment, Christian was standing firm, and the next, he was airborne as Micah tossed across the room like paper. Asher and Alaric barely had time to duck before Christian slammed into the wall behind them, falling with a groan.
“Micah!” Elijah barked, stunned.
But the boy wasn’t listening.
Micah let out a guttural roar, eyes gleaming with a light that made the hairs on Elijah’s party stand on edge.
And then he was gone in a blur.
Elijah was frozen on the spot, speechless. What the fuck just happened? Did Micah just disobey his order?
“It’s the Matebond,” Asher answered the question in his mind.
Elijah turned to him. “What?”
Then he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose like he could physically crush the oncoming headache.
With the lack of pure blooded she-wolves, Matebond was supposed to be rare. Since when did the goddess begin to hand over Matebond like freebies?
Almost immediately, Elijah’s gaze hardened, the momentary lapse in control gone and was replaced by the familiar cold command.
“Both of you’re coming with me now.”
Alaric and Asher exchanged a look. There was apprehension in their eyes, but neither of them said a word and fell in line.
Christian groaned behind them, standing with what dignity he had left. His suit was wrinkled and his pride injured, but he resumed his duty like nothing happened.
By the time they walked out of the agency, it dawned on them that Micah was nowhere to be found and had probably gone after his runaway mate. This was going to be interesting.
The reporters came alive at the sight of the cardinal alphas, but the other officers kept them at bay while Christian guided them towards the car and they drove off.