Alpha Damon's Greatest Regret
Chapter 103- A Desperate Quest

Chapter 103: Chapter 103- A Desperate Quest

Zarah’s pov

I was tired and I was thinking of telling my boss to give me a break so I could relax.

It was on the table in the kitchen when I tried to prepare breakfast that morning.

I swallowed hard as I picked it up

It was a note, sitting there and I wondered how it got in here. There was no forced entry or whatever.

Elliot was still sleeping and I wanted to get him to school fast.

I froze for a moment, staring at it. My hands were shaking as I slid the paper out, the expectation eating at me. The letter smelled of nothing but wood and leather, an odd combination that made my stomach strain. I read the words immediately, my eyes surveying the paper.

Zarah,

Your mate, Damon, is dying. You must come immediately.

How could he be dying?

My mind was racing and was wondering what was happening.

I prepared Elliot for school and went to work but I wasn’t concentrating.

Damon. My mind was racing, the fear creeping through me like ice. I could

n’t just sit here. I had to do something.

But what?

I took my coat, not bothering to change out of my work clothes. My heart pounded, my thoughts swirling in my head.

The letter had left fear in me and I knew only one person to ask before I took any decision.

Michael.

He was the only person I could trust right now. The only one who might have any idea what was happening. Michael had always been there for me, even when things with Damon had been complicated. He was my former boss, someone who’d always looked out for me even when I allowed myself to be looked after.

I left my place at work and made my way to where I worked previously, my heart heavy with the weight of everything that had just happened. The world seemed to move by a slow stir around me, and I couldn’t escape the fact that Mother was telling the truth and Damon was dying.

The ride felt like it took longer, but it was still too fast. I was hardly breathing when I arrived at Michael’s office. I hadn’t told him much about my relationship with Damon — about the pack, about the bond but I knew that, right now, he’d be the one person I could lean on.

When I walked into his office, I saw Michael sitting there, his head bent over a report.

He looked up when I entered, his face softening when he saw the expression on mine.

" Zarah, " he said, " What’s wrong? "

I didn’t know where to begin. My chest felt tight, and my throat hurt.

" Is this real? " I asked, my voice slightly above a whisper. " Is Damon really dying?"

Michael didn’t answer right away, his eyes surveying the letter again as if looking for something that wasn’t there. His hands quivered slightly when he put the letter down on the table.

" Zarah " He looked at me, his eyes full of concern. " I don’t know. But if this letter is real, also we’ve to assume something’s gone terribly wrong. "

I swallowed, feeling a lump in my throat. I couldn’t stop the tease from forming, the fear hanging to overwhelm me.

" I don’t know what to do, " I admitted. " I’ve been so far away from him, but I still feel it. I still feel the bond. " My voice cracked, and I wiped at the tears that were escaping. " I can’t lose him, Michael. I can’t. "

Michael stepped closer, his hand resting on my shoulder, his grip soft and reassuring. " You won’t lose him, Zarah. Not if there’s anything I can do about it. "

Michael was very kind and I didn’t want him to feel like I was overwhelming him with my problems.

But I could hear the doubt in his voice. I could see it in his eyes. He wasn’t sure either, but he wasn’t going to let me face this alone.

The silence stretched between us, thick with the weight of everything here. I needed answers, and yet none of us had them.

I looked up at him, the fear in my chest getting heavier. " What should I do? I don’t know if I can help him, he’s dying " My voice trailed off, my breath hitching in my throat, If the bond is fading. " I’m scared, Michael. What if I’m too late? "

Michael’s eyes softened, and he pulled me into a hug. It wasn’t the kind of hug and it assured me.

I quickly wiped my tears, I was filled with so much confusion already and my head hurt.

" You’re not too late, Zarah. We don’t know what’s happening, but we can figure it out. You’re not alone in this. "

I cleaved to him for a moment longer than I presumably should have, but I demanded that comfort. I demanded to feel like someone differently believed there was still hope, indeed when the letter had formerly taken all of it from me.

" Michael " I whispered, pulling back slightly to look at him. " I’ve to go. I’ve to be with him. "

He nodded, understanding. " I’ll help you. But there is still more to this, do you know where the letter is from?"

I shook my head, my heart pounding so much that I feared I could pass out from it all.

"I saw it on the kitchen table when I woke up this morning," I said my voice shaking and my palms sweaty.

I was shaking. I was scared of what might be to Damon, of what I might find when I got there. The bond that had already felt so strong now sounded distant, fading into the dark corners of my mind.

But I couldn’t lose him. Not like this.

I know we had our differences and I felt angry and betrayed when he left me pregnant years ago but I couldn’t let my son be fatherless.

Damon.

I hope I’m not too late?

I had to find out.