Longing For My Rejected Luna novel Chapter 21

*****Alex's POV*****

"Yes?" I stared heatedly at the men I had sent after Erika, as they tried to catch their breath after a long time of sprinting through trees and bypassing vehicles trying to catch her.

But then again, they couldn't. They didn't have Erika with them, though I still asked just in case I was wrong.

"Alpha, she escaped" One of them managed to utter amidst pants.

Not caring if they lost their breaths in that moment and died, my stare quickly turned to a glare that could melt even the biggest iceberg. "She escaped?!"

"Y-yes, Alpha."

I growled in anger. "How could you let her escape?! Five of you and no one could capture her?! What are you my guards for?! That wam just committed a felony and you nitwits couldn't get her?!"

"W-we are s-s-sorry, Alpha" Another of the guard I had sent apologized, his stuttering was an obvious testament to the fear evident in his voice.

"Sorry?!" I advanced towards the five of these good for nothings, menacingly.

I felt like snapping their necks.

Seren was in the hospital fighting for her life, yet they had the guts to tell me sorry. "If something happens to Serenity, will you tell me sorry? If she dies, will you brainless turds tell her dead body sorry?! Will you?!" With every word I spoke, my fury begged to be unleashed and my fists so desired to aggressively connect with either of their noses or jaws.

I had to stubbornly keep my hands to my sides, fighting the temptation to make them bowl over just from the force of my fists.

They cautiously moved back in synchronous pace, each avoiding my gaze. With a speed only worthy of any Alpha wolf, I took them by surprise and gripped the shirt of the one who had spoken first. "Where is Erika?"

"I-I’m s-sorry, Alpha. W-we lost h-her." I saw his Adam’s apple move and the gulp of his fear, he stared at me with saucer-wide eyes.

"How could you?!" I gripped tighter his shirt, almost strangling him in the process. I would kill him, I would kill them all. They were useless, all of them.

Very worthless werewolves.

"How could an Omega outrun you? She belongs to the lowest class in the werewolf ranking"

"P-plea…"

"The lowest!" I spat at him, cutting off his lame apology that was only making me more incensed.

The other man could not pretend to be strong anymore, they were all shivering and beads of sweat formed on their forehead, some even had these beads running down either sides of their punchable faces.

"P-please, Al…"