Beneath the Alpha's Moon
Chapter 217: A Solution

Chapter 217: A Solution

Liam’s P.O.V.

Vanished.

Mai was gone.

The second she disappeared with Eldur, my body moved before my brain even processed it. One second, I was frozen in shock—the next, I was sprinting, feet pounding against the cold marble floor.

My heartbeat thundered in my ears, drowning out the gasps of startled pack members as I shoved past them.

I needed to get to the Alpha. Now.

The hallways blurred around me, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Every second wasted felt like another step further Mai was being dragged away.

By the time I reached Alpha Lucian’s office, my lungs were burning, my breath ragged. I didn’t bother knocking. I just shoved the door open.

The room fell silent.

Alpha Lucian sat behind his massive oak desk, sharp eyes narrowing at the sudden intrusion. Beside him, Luna Teresa stiffened, arms crossed, her jaw tight. Elizabeth—Mai and Ollie’s teacher—stood nearby, mid-conversation, her expression darkening the second she saw me.

Three sets of eyes locked onto mine.

"He’s got her," I choked out, my voice barely holding together. "Eldur. He came out of nowhere. Took Mai."

The silence that followed was choking.

Then, chaos broke.

"Not again," Luna Teresa whispered, her face draining of color.

Lucian’s chair screeched against the floor as he shot to his feet. His fists clenched, his entire body radiating fury.

"Damn it! That little shit!" he roared, slamming his fist onto the desk. The wood cracked beneath the force.

Elizabeth muttered a curse under her breath. "We need to move. Now."

Before I could even catch my breath, they were already in motion. Alpha Lucian stormed past me, barking orders at the enforcers waiting outside. Within minutes, the entire Alpha’s residence was buzzing with movement—quick, calculated, eerily silent.

Too silent.

"Keep this search discreet," Alpha Lucian commanded, his voice low but sharp. "We don’t need the pack panicking like last time."

Last time?

What the hell happened last time?

Lucian didn’t wait for questions. "Teresa, Elizabeth, Ollie—we’ll conduct our own search. Rylan will lead the enforcers to cover the pack lands and beyond. I’ve already contacted Eldur’s parents—they’ll be here soon."

My hands curled into fists.

I barely heard anything past last time. What did that mean? Had Eldur done this before?

"Liam," the Alpha said suddenly, turning to me. "We will find her soon. Go home. Stay with your parents for now."

Stay with my parents? Was he serious?

I opened my mouth to protest, but Luna Teresa placed a gentle hand on my arm. Her gaze, usually sharp and commanding, was softer now. "You’ve done good, Liam. Let us handle this."

I wanted to scream that I hadn’t done anything. That it was my fault Mai had been taken. That I should have fought harder.

But my parents were called, and within minutes, they arrived at the Alpha’s residence, looking relieved yet exasperated.

"Thank you for calling us, Alpha," my father said stiffly, placing a firm hand on my shoulder.

"He needs rest," my mother added, eyeing me with concern. "This must have been traumatic for him."

I nearly laughed. Traumatic for me? Mai had been taken, and they were acting like she was just an afterthought.

But I didn’t argue. I let them take me home. Let them fuss over me. Let them pretend that Mai was good riddance.

I didn’t say anything.

Kept up the act.

Let them believe I had no memory.

That night, my parents did everything they could to make me feel at ease. My mother, ever so gentle, cooked my favorite meal. The scent filled the house—warm, familiar, safe. She placed the plate in front of me with a soft smile, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Eat, sweetheart."

My father, a man of few words, made an effort too. He was never the best at small talk, but tonight, he tried. "You should focus on your recovery, Liam. The Alpha will handle everything."

I nodded. Smiled. Played my part like a well-trained actor.

But inside?

I was coming apart.

I couldn’t sit still. The food sat heavy in my stomach, every bite laced with guilt. They were trying so hard, and I hated that I was lying to them. That I was dragging them through this storm with me.

But no matter how much I wanted to ease their worry...

All I could think about was Mai.

Where was she? Was she scared? Was Eldur hurting her?

The walls of my room closed in on me.

I needed air.

So, I waited. Waited until my parents finally went to bed, their exhaustion taking over. Waited until the house was cloaked in silence.

Then, I slipped out.

The night was ruthless, the wind biting into my skin like jagged ice. Above me, the moon hung high, casting silver streaks across the land. Shadows stretched long and eerie as I ran—no destination, no thought, just the primal need to move.

But I knew where my feet were taking me.

Our lake.

The only place that had ever felt like an escape. The only place where the world quieted, even when my mind never did.

But tonight, nothing was quiet.

The second I reached the clearing, something inside me snapped. My vision swam in red. My chest heaved, struggling to pull in air that felt too thin.

I let it out.

A scream ripped from my throat, raw and guttural, as my fist slammed into the nearest tree.

Crack.

Again.

Crack.

And again.

CRACK.

The bark split beneath my knuckles, but I didn’t stop. Pain blurred into nothing. The only thing I could feel was the rage curling through me like wildfire, relentless and all-consuming. I was useless. I was useless to Mai.

"Let me out!" North’s voice snarled in my head, sharp and untamed. "I will find her. I will kill him."

"No."

"Liam—"

"NO!"

A vicious growl tore through my skull, rattling my bones. North thrashed inside me, clawing at the barriers I barely held up. He was feral, wild, desperate to take control. My muscles locked as I fought him, fought the sheer force of him trying to break free.

"You’re weak! he spat. Coward! You won’t even fight for her!"

"This isn’t the way!" I gritted my teeth, shoving him back with everything I had. "Losing control won’t bring her back!"

North roared, slamming against me so hard I stumbled. My vision flickered—half mine, half his. I saw through his eyes for a split second, the world sharper, wilder, bloodthirsty.

Then I shoved him down. Hard.

Then silence towards.

He didn’t leave—he never did—but he curled deep inside me, his fury a pulse beneath my skin, waiting. Watching.

I turned back to the tree. My fists trembled, slick with blood. My breath was ragged, my throat raw from screaming.

And still, the rage hadn’t left me. It raged on until I felt completely useless.

And then, out of nowhere, there was a shift in the air. A whisper of movement. The kind that didn’t belong to the wind.

I froze.

Every muscle in my body went taut, my bloodied fists clenching instinctively. Someone was watching me. I could feel it—eyes boring into my back, the weight of their presence pressing against my skin.

Slowly, I turned.

A figure emerged from the shadows, stepping out from behind the trees.

Tall. Broad shoulders. Salt-and-pepper hair.

Mr. Dawson.

Our arts teacher.

The moment recognition hit me, I dropped my gaze, schooling my expression into something neutral. No one could know. No one could even suspect that I had my memories back.

But Dawson just sighed, shaking his head.

"You can stop pretending, Liam."

My breath hitched.

I stiffened, my mind racing for an escape, an excuse—anything. But Dawson wasn’t giving me time to think. He took a step closer, his face unreadable in the moonlight.

"If you really want to find Mai," he said, his voice calm but deliberate, "punching trees won’t help."

Frustration surged inside me like a fresh wound ripped open.

"Then do you have a better idea?" I snapped, my voice sharp with frustration.

Dawson didn’t flinch. Instead, a slow, knowing smile crept across his face, the kind that made my skin prickle.

"Actually, I do."

And then, he lifted something into the space between us.

A book.

Large. Ancient-looking. The leather cover was worn, its edges frayed with age. Strange, twisting symbols ran across its surface, faintly glowing under the moonlight like they were alive.

My pulse spiked.

I didn’t move.

Something about the book felt... wrong. Not just old—but powerful. Heavy with something I didn’t understand.

Dawson held it out, his brown eyes gleaming with an unreadable intensity.

"Your solution is inside this book."

I hesitated.

Every instinct screamed at me to be cautious. What kind of solution? What kind of book? Nothing about this felt safe.

Don’t be stupid, Liam, I told myself. You don’t just take ancient, glowing books from cryptic art teachers in the middle of the night.

But then, a low, guttural growl echoed in my mind.

"Take it."

North.

My wolf’s voice was deeper than usual, laced with something raw, something restless.

"Take the damn book, Liam."

I clenched my jaw.

"I don’t trust it," I muttered under my breath.

"You don’t have to. Just take it."

North’s impatience crackled beneath my skin, his presence pushing at the edges of my control. He wanted this. Needed it. And whether I liked it or not, I could feel the pull too—like the book was meant to be in my hands.

Dawson said nothing, just stood there, arm outstretched, waiting.

My fingers twitched.

Then, before I could talk myself out of it, I reached forward—

And took the book.

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