Love Times Four My Stepbrothers Are My Mates (Alayah) novel Chapter 129

**When Broken Stars Drift Across Empty Midnight Skies by Troy Mason Venn**
**Chapter 129: Death**

**Nathan’s P.O.V.**

If I had to encapsulate this day in a single sound, it would undoubtedly be a long, frustrated growl.

I can imagine if someone had the audacity to record our day, the audio would be a cacophony of growls—each one echoing the same sentiment. A male or female, grappling with a Mate who stubbornly refuses to accept their rejection, each case steeped in its own unique swirl of complications.

Bastian, in his infinite wisdom, had assigned our Deltas a laborious task that felt as tedious as it was necessary. They were to sift through the Archives, combing through every file related to rejection. But that wasn’t all; they had to ascertain whether either party involved was still breathing. If one of them had passed, then, in a twisted sense, the problem would resolve itself. Yet, I knew that even in death, they wouldn’t escape unscathed from the consequences of their actions.

Every file that contained both individuals still alive would be brought to the Alpha’s office, where we would scrutinize the details and see if any requests were associated with them. From there, we would determine our course of action.

After a restful night, we dove back into the mountain of files and requests. The moment Yuma laid eyes on the date on one particular file, he began to growl low and deep. This case dated back fifteen years, and according to Taipo, the female involved was still very much alive.

“Brock, is there a request from the White Shadow Pack?” I inquired, my tone laced with urgency. This case needed closure.

Brock rifled through the meticulously organized list he had prepared, and a sense of dread crept over me as I feared there might be no request. “Found it! The request was submitted by the Gamma of the White Shadow Pack,” he replied, his voice steady. I recalled that he was one of the individuals who had filed a report all those years ago.

“I’ll take this one. I’m curious to see how the Alpha plans to explain this situation.” I declared, turning the file over to my Mate. “Brock, you’re coming with me. And summon Elder Aimi; I want her involved in this as well.”

An hour later, we were primed for departure, flanked by around sixty Elite Warriors as we exited the Blood Stone territory.

“We won’t pause at the gate; head straight for the Pack-house. If we encounter any resistance, neutralize them without lethal force,” I instructed through the mind-link as the gate loomed closer.

One of the Elite Warriors surged ahead of our SUV, ensuring our path remained clear to the Pack-house. As we drove through the gate, I silently thanked the Goddess that we were allowed to continue unimpeded.

A throng of Warriors had gathered in front of the Pack-house. I could hear the low chuckles through the mind-link; they had no idea what kind of force was about to emerge from our SUVs. The doors swung open, and as the other Elite Warriors took their positions, I stepped out slowly, followed by Brock and Elder Aimi.

“I’m uncertain how to address you. Would it be alright if I simply called you Nathan?” Alpha Ron ventured, his voice trembling slightly. “I cannot abandon my Pack or my Mate for an extended period; I must be here for our unborn Pup. Whatever Diya has conveyed to you, I assure you, it’s all lies.”

I exchanged a glance with Brock, who wore a knowing grin. We both understood that Alpha Ron was attempting to manipulate the situation. “I couldn’t care less, Alpha Ron. You are coming with us. But I’ll present you with a choice: you can join us willingly, or those two Elite Warriors behind you will make it happen,” I replied, my tone calm but resolute.

“What are you hoping for, Nathan? I’m hoping he puts up a fight; I know they’re hoping for that too,” Brock chimed in, eyeing the men flanking Alpha Ron.

Yuma seemed to relish the idea of Alpha Ron resisting, the fool would be in for a rude awakening if he chose that path. Yet, I realized that his Mate was likely the only thing keeping him from acting foolishly.

“I’ll pack your bag, dear,” his Mate said, and as Alpha Ron turned to follow her inside, the Elite Warriors stepped in front of him, blocking his path.

We waited for her return with his bag, the Elite Warriors ensuring that the two of them remained apart. Brock and I exchanged glances, watching as they strained to get closer to one another, both seemingly intent on inflicting at least one more moment of suffering upon Diya.

“Luna, keep your distance from your Mate. Both of you have caused more than enough damage already. If you’re fortunate, neither of you will face further punishment. However, I’m hoping the testimonies against your Mate will implicate you both to such an extent that the only recourse Alpha Alayah will have is to sentence you both to death,” Brock growled, his voice low and dangerous.