Goodbye, My Beloved Alpha Chapter 06

Goodbye, My Beloved Alpha Chapter 06

Silas kept dialing the number he’d never called.

Every time, the same mechanical voice. The number you have dialed is not in service.

He realized-he had no other way to find her.

Mind link? He’d never given her a mark.

The painting from the exhibition had stuck in his head. Something about it unsettled him.

He’d been glad Clara had no family. No friends. No one but him and the pack.

So even if she left, she had nowhere to go. She’d come back.

Owen had called months ago. Said the number was dead.

Silas hadn’t been worried.

“She comes back, or she dies out there. There’s no third option.”

Owen looked horrified. “What if something’s happened to her?”

Silas scoffed. Impossible. If she were dead, the pack enforcers would have notified him.

But it had been over six months.

Clara hadn’t returned.

Seeing that painting today, his heart had skipped.

The woman looked like Clara, but wasn’t.

The light in her eyes was brighter than the sunrise behind her.

Clara wasn’t like that.

Clara was… still water. Not a ripple.

Even when hurt, she just… shrank away

He’d seen her crying behind the greenhouse once. She’d run like a scared cat at the sound of his approach

He’d always hated that about her. A goddess in public Shattered in private.

He wanted to buy the painting. Hang it in her room. Make her look at it daily until she absorbed some of that light

But the painter had said. “Sorry That’s my mate. Best portrait I’ve ever done of her Not for sale’

Something inside Silas loosened at those words.

That woman wasn’t Clara.

But stepping out of the gallery, he felt a sudden urgency. A need to hear her voice.

She’d been gone long enough. It was time to come home.

He looked at his guard. “Find Luna Clara. Bring her back.”