TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 75: Chapter 75

: DARKNESS
SILAS' POV:
The scenery is much different from how I remember the night looks like, or how it should be.
The sun is gone with only the moon's light beaming intensely in the thick black night.
Yet everything else around me is covered in a blanket of darkness, all but me and the white thread tied around my wrist.
The other end stretched down into the darkness, leading to somewhere I don't know or see.
For some reason, the only instinct I have is to follow the thread and find the end wherever it leads me.
I walk a distance that feels like an eternity and a minute at the same time, till suddenly, the light of the moon finally falls on something else that isn't me
A person in a distance enrobes with a long white, flower-like dress that falls onto her body. The soft wind picks it up and plays with it, alongside whipping her strands.
It only takes a second for me to recognize her.
"Freya!" I call out desperately.
I feel desperate as I run to her.
A sudden weight falls on my chest, like she's about to disappear if I don't hold onto her. Like she'll burst into a thousand butterflies and fly away from me. "Freya."
I finally reach her. It's only then that I realize the other end of the white thread is tied to her smaller wrist.
She turns to me, smiling as brightly as she always does. Her beautiful doe brown eyes sparkle with the moon's light. Her small lips were in a wide grin.
I pick her up into my arms, hugging her tightly, tight enough so she can never leave, or disappear from my sight again.
Her small frail hands attempt to wrap themselves around me as well, but barely go halfway.
"Freya, I finally found you," I mutter as I pull away to stare back at her.
Her smile remains, and it feels too good to be true.
My heart drops as quickly as it had risen once the red liquid in her eyes begins to bleed out of there.
A trickle turns into a gush, and her smile drops instantly as I stare in horror.
"Silas." Her voice sounds like an echo, calling to me from a faraway distance. "Silas, save me."
"Freya, what's going on?"
"Save me." She whispers louder with more fright.
I look down at her dress that slowly begins to darken into midnight black from the bottom, like she's slowly sinking into the black earth.
Panic sets in. My heart begins to race even faster as I clutch onto her hand.
"I'm here; nothing is going to happen to you."
The blackness stretches up to her waist as her blood- like tears bleed out more.
"You did this to me... This is your fault."
Her voice goes higher by an octave. Her skin grows paler, and her eyes as black as her dress.
"This was all a bet to you. You never cared about me. I hate you!" She sniffles.
Her crying resounds from all directions around me.
"I'm... I'm sorry." I beg with the growing pain in my chest from watching her in so much pain.
"LIAR!" She screams out in an inhumane screech that sounds nothing like Freya.
Her face morphs into a callous creature just as the thread holding us together bursts into blazing hot flames.
I shield myself from her just as she lunges toward me with a killing intent I feel in my bones...
Before she hits, I'm pulled out of wherever I am, and my consciousness crashes into my body painfully.
I stand up abruptly with my pulse rate and heart heat pulsing loudly in my chest, and in a pool of dripping perspiration that has me soaked.
It takes seconds of me taking in my surrounding to realize it was only a dream, and I'm awake. But the feeling of being strangled still tightens around my neck as I wheeze for air.
I rise from my bed, unable to stay a second more under the covers.
Fuck... it really was a dream.
A fucking nightmare.
I have no recollection of half of it, but I know it had something to do with Freya.
My heart clenches painfully with too many emotions just as I squeeze harder on my fist.
The last time I had seen her had been that night.
The night we were supposed to have been together before I walk her back to her room and yet, I left her alone.
Knowing the possibilities of a rogue attack even with Lucas' message, I left her all by herself.
This is my fault.
Her being missing, being only goddess-knows- where, it's all my fault. I should have been with her. I should have never left.
That, and a whole lot more is my fault.
The guilt and dread haunt me every second. The second voice in my head nags at me endlessly, reminding me just how careless I had been when it came to her safety.
I run my fingers through my hair, tugging at the ends.
My heavily weighed-on mind cannot rest knowing she's somewhere out there...
Now, even with a short nap, I have nightmares waiting to engulf me.
There's a knock on the door, pulling my thoughts away.
The sudden sound has me high on alert, and I turn to it swiftly before realizing it is just Adam, and I relax again.
"Come in."
The door pushes open, and Adam walks in, looking around my room for a second person.
"What?" I answer coldly and exhausted.
"I heard yelling. I came to check up on you." He answers simply.
I groan looking away, rubbing my tired eyes while frowning.
I'm clearly okay, and I don't need him running in here to check for anything but I don't say that.
"How's the search going?" I ask something that's more important than anything.
I turn to him again, expecting an answer but his head hangs low quickly and he evades my eyes. His gesture give an answer despite his reluctance to speak.
All he does only inspires my anger further, and I turn fully to him.
"You mean you haven't found anything yet? A clue? A piece of hair? Any fucking tracks that atleast point to some direction?" My voice comes out in yells that thunder in the room we stand in.
"No, Silas. We didn't find anything. The rogue tracks we found earlier are gone."
"How is that possible that she disappears the night that the guards were supposed to be watching? The night that you and Lucas were supposed to be doing your job?"
"We were doing our job."
"Bullshit, you weren't doing anything. If you were, rogues couldn't just walk in and take a dump in here, and walk out undetected."
"There was no activity at the border just outside school premises."
"And yet, Freya is god-knows-where!" I yell, enraged by his audacity to claim anything right now.
He had one fucking job as my beta which shouldn't have been too fucking hard.
I hold back my intent to hit him right in the face. My wolf tries to force his way through, but I hold him back. Adam takes in a deep inhale glaring back, unshaken by my reaction.
"We're doing our best, man. Everyone is working hard to find her." He bites back.
"Try harder. I don't see it." "When you're too busy taking out your anger on everyone, there's no way you'd see it. You're not the only one terrified and worried about if she's okay or safe, or still in one piece. You're not the only one that cares about her."
I growl menacingly, taking a step closer. "Don't test me right now, Adam. Don't talk about caring about her whereabouts. You're just her friend, remember that."
I warn again, holding back the urge to punch him in the face no matter how appetizing the idea sounded, or how badly my wolf agrees with the intent.
I know just about how much he really cares about her, and the only reason I've not acted on it is simply because she hasn't looked at him as anything more than a simple person she can confide him. There's only a single thread holding me from taking him down even if he is my beta and a friend. "I know what I am, Silas, and I don't try to get too greedy and want more, but you... you're no different than I am. You have a mate you're betrothed to, so you're nothing more than a friend to her as well, or probably less than." He says stiffly with enough disdain behind his words.
I fume and before I can strike, I turn the other way and break into the wall with my fist to hold myself back.
My wolf wants to rip him for wanting her, for looking at her the way he does in secret, yet the truth he speaks stares back at me in the face. The truth I cannot deny.
"Get out," I say without looking back at him, and he leaves.
I'm livid and boiling with uncontrollable anger that has me in turmoil.
I know for a fact that I've far gone past crazy, and my mental stability has long crumbled but the pain only seared hotter.
"Where the hell are you, Freya," I say whilst musing on his words.
No matter how much it angered me, he was right. We were friends.
The title had just been stated a week before she went missing. I was just a friend.
And yet now, more than ever, I can't help but wish I was a whole lot more.