Alpha Damon's Greatest Regret
Chapter 94- Seeking Answers

Chapter 94: Chapter 94- Seeking Answers

It was really hard trying to concentrate on myself and at what I was doing. After hearing the rumour or whatever it was and didn’t care if it was the truth or not my heart kept hammering. But I had watched the news about the gala or was it just something to push the mind and ears of the people away.

If that was the case then why and how did the secrets of Damon been sick spread so quickly and who had leaked it? Perhaps someone mean and waiting to see him down and maybe someone who had hated him with so much passion and maybe someone that wants to overthrow him.

It was really hard for me to think stranger, I wasn’t supposed to be thinking about Damon in the first place considering what he did to me and our son and made me feel less of myself.

I stood outside and the cold air did nothing to clear my head. My fingers twitched at my sides, itching to do something — just anything — to distract myself from the uneasy weight in my chest. I heaved a sigh as if my thoughts would go to him wherever he was and asked him what was going on.

It’s been years since I last saw him and I wondered if he was thinking about me same way I was thinking about him now, worrying my head over him.

I couldn’t stay here, I needed somewhere quiet to clear my head. I felt like breaking and I felt everything around me breaking too.

I thought of Damon of our son London, what might happen to him if his father whom he hadn’t seen for a long time pass away.

It was too difficult for me to think about.

Without a another thought, I unfastened my apron, stuffed it into my locker inside the café, and seized my jacket. My shift was nearly over anyway — no one would be bothered if I left a little early or not, I guess the rumour or whatever it is had kept them so busy.

The streets was so awfully quiet and it stretched out before me, bathed in the soft gleam of streetlights. The night was alive with distant auto cornucopias, the chatter of late- night diners, and the occasional light sound of the leaves in the wind.

I didn’t know where I was going. I just walked.

One foot in front of the other.

Faster.

I walked like I was been chased

Like I could overrun the circle of thoughts

clawing at my insides making me uneasy.

But no matter how many turns I took, no matter how deep I went into the stretrs winding shops and the voices of customers, the thoughts refused to leave me.

If Damon was sick if something had happened to him, why wasn’t I hearing it before now?

The news should’ve been buzzing with it. The Moon Pack was one of the most important in the region.However, rival packs would take advantage, If their alpha was out of commission. There would be whispers, fear, suggestions for war.

But there was nothing. Just murmurs in the bsck of a café.

That wasn’t normal. None of it was.

I stopped walking, my breath clouding in the cold night air.

There was only one way to know for sure.

I needed to go where the real information was — the underground network of werewolves that thrived in the shadows of thecity. The places where whispers turned into truths and secrets unraveled like something no one wanted to hear.

My vocices carried me before my mind caught up.

It wasn’t long before I reached The Den — a retired bar put away between two abandoned structures. It was unmarked, the kind of place you had to know about to find. No humans came then. No weak wolves, too.

I pushed open the heavy door, stepping inside.

The scent of alcohol, smoke, and raw power hit me immediately.

It was packed tonight.

Wolves of all kinds lurked in the dimly lit room, some hovered over drinks, others engaged in quiet conversation, their eyes fluttering l under the low lights. Many heads turned toward me as I entered, but I ignored them.

I wasn’t here for them.

I was here for answers.

And I knew exactly who to ask.

At the far end of the bar, sitting in a chaur with a drink in hand, was Jace.

A mischief. A troublemaker. And more importantly, an information supplier.

And I know for sure that Jace would also have heard it, If there was a something worth hearing.

I walked toward him, my legs feeling like jelly and my heart fighting in my chest.

He looked up as I approached, a lazy smile spreading across his lips. " Well, well. If it isn’t Zarah, I wonder who it might be.Didn’t suppose I’d see you then again. "

I slid into the seat across from him, my expression unreadable, I cleared my throat nervously.. " I need information. "

Jace leaned back, swirling his drink. " That depends. What’s it worth to you? " he shrugged.

I gripped my jaw, and a frown came on my face." I don’t have time for games, Jace. "

He studied me for a moment before setting his glass down. " Alright. Tell me what you want to know. " he said and smiled.

I exhaled, my fingers sharply pressing into the worn wood of the table.

" Tell me about the sick Alpha. " I blurted out even before I could stop myself.

Jace’s smile faded so quickly

His eyess darkened, his posture shifting ever so slightly, moving from foot to foot.

That was all the evidence I needed. I exhaled and pushed a strand of hair out of my face.

He knew exactly who I was talking about and I was quite sure he knew why I was asking but whatever information I needed were quite far from me.

My heart gave a mad jump and I wondered what’s suddenly wrong with me timhis evening. My palms were so sweaty that k couldn’t hold anything for too long.

And suddenly, I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear the answer.