Alpha’s Virgin Stripper

Lake:

I continued to stare out my car window. It was hard to piece the thoughts in my head for any of them to make sense.

So, Jesse Wyatt beat his wife to a pulp, sending her into a coma eight years ago, then decided to leave the pack for the outlands and be ruler over the rogues? He left his two daughters here with no one besides the silly woman I had arrested and her two sons. And for what? Why would any real man do such a thing to his family? What reason did he have for such an atrocity? Now he was attacking the same pack his daughters lived in, what was the reason for that?

The more the questions dangled themselves in my mind, teased and taunted my brain, and challenged my intelligence, the more I felt a splitting headache threaten to divide my forehead into two. I dug my lower lip into my teeth to stifle my groan, while I raised my right hand to gently massage the creases on my forehead.

"Alpha, do you think you need to go question Jojo Wyatt? Maybe she knows something that no one else does, something that will make it easier to infiltrate the enemy's camp." Neil's voice echoed from the other end of the line. I could hear the faint accusation in his voice. Neil had never trusted Jojo, and I could not say I did not understand why.

I heaved a sigh.

"If there is one thing I know; it is that she has no idea what is going on. She is as ignorant of this situation as a blind bat is of light. We would handle this once I am in the office tomorrow, I'll go through the document you sent." I replied. "Alright, alpha," Neil replied, and the line went dead.

Jojo's face suddenly flashed through my mind. Images of all the numerous times I had seen her, all the conversations we had, all the times she smiled. It was hard to know that she was going through so many things if she did not tell you. She managed to hide her pain behind her smile, she managed to mask her hurt with her courageous and bold front when inside, she was softer than jelly itself.

She had suffered a lot as a child. I had once thought that I had it tough being raised by my father and my grandmother in the absence of my mother, but Jojo had grown up amid people who could have killed her if they had their way. It was just dawning on me, but we were more similar than I had thought. We pushed our bad memories behind us and moved ahead, shouldering all the many things that life had thrown at us with charisma and a huge sense of responsibility. Somewhere, somewhere deep down in my heart, a tiny voice continued to cry out. No matter how hard I tried to silence it, it would not be quiet.

It continued to say that rejecting Jojo was one of the worst things I had ever done. Despite knowing her struggles, I had exposed her to the hardship and pain of being rejected by a mate. There was no coming back from that, but I could only hope that I had not made a terrible mista...

Shit!

My thoughts stopped halfway when my chest began to throb again. It felt so much like the pain that had led me to the hospital. I could feel sharp claws reach out for my chest and threaten to tear it open. I leaned into the leather seat and placed my both hands on my chest. I closed my eyes and tried to inhale and exhale. The pain was still recurring. It happened every time I thought about Jojo and the mate bond. Even after all the days, both my heart and my wolf were yet to heal.

My driver must have noticed me. I could feel his eyes staring at me from the rearview mirror. He tilted his head backward shortly, just to get a clearer look at me before he returned his gaze to the road.

"Are you alright, alpha? Do you need me to drive to the hospital? I can take a quick turn for you to..."

I raised my right hand, signaling for him to be silent. He understood my signal and heaved a sigh of relief.

I reached out for my phone with my free hand. When I found it, I dialed Neil's number immediately. I needed him to resend the address to where Jojo lived. I did not know why, but I felt an uncontrollable urge in me to see her.

"As you wish, alpha." Was Neil's reply to my request. I got the message notification in less than a minute. I opened the message and leaned forward, enabling myself to show the address to my driver.

"Take me to this address," I ordered. I saw him turn to me with uncertainty in his gaze.

"You can check it with your map if you'll like," I added. I noticed how he seemed to relax. I pulled myself backward and rested on the comfortable and luxurious white leather seats.

We continued to make different twists and turns. Until we finally entered a street I recognized. Of course, I will recognize it! I had been here a few days ago.

The driver pulled up behind a black truck. Two men lifted boxes and small furniture pieces down from the truck. The door of the house - the house I had seen Jojo and her friend step out from - was wide open. It looked and felt like someone was moving in.

Besides the men who carried the boxes, two others were standing on the front lawn. One was a thin and tall man, clad in a black suit. He could easily pass off as a real estate agent. The second man was dressed in free faded blue jeans and a long-sleeved white shirt.

My driver turned to look at me.

"Would you like me to get down and find what you're looking for, sir?"

My eyes were still fixed outside the window. I noticed how my heart did not beat as fast as it usually did when we were in the same space. I could not help but feel like she was far away. "No, I'll do that myself," I replied.

I pushed the car door open and stepped out of it. As usual, my presence called all eyes in the room immediately my legs touched the ground.

The men stopped their work and bowed to me, and so did the other men who stood by the house.

"Greetings, alpha." They chorused.

I nodded curtly. I managed a wave and a small smile when I could while walking toward the man in the black suit.

"Greetings, alpha. We were not informed of your presence here; I do hope there isn't a problem."

Depends. I heard my subconscious say.

"No, of course not," I replied.

My eyes wandered away from him and fixed themselves on the half-opened doors. Jojo was yet to come out, I doubted she was here."

"I'm only looking for a certain girl. Jojo, that's her name." I continued. I turned to look at the faces of the men, including the workers, but none of them seemed to know who I was speaking about. The man in front of me seemed thoughtful for a while before he replied.

"Yes! There was a Jojo, but they moved out two days ago. Again, the house was in the name of a certain Melissa Dominic, not this... Jojo, you're searching for."

Jojo moved out two days ago? My mother's restaurant was sold out two days ago. What was happening? Where are these events connected? "Thank you," I replied.

I turned my back to him and headed toward my car.

"Shawn! Are you also looking for Mel?" I heard the man call out in a seemingly high-pitched voice.

With the million and one different theories that had already begun to sneak their way into my mind, I maintained a sturdy pace as I walked to my car.