Chapter 30 The Alpha King's Pain

• I paced the length of the living room twice. Marcel had been gone for over two hours. I felt powerless in the penthouse when he was out there fighting for the pack. I dialled his phone but it went to voice mail. If he was still fighting his rivals, I doubt he’d have time to answer the phone.
• “I can’t pace the living room another second.”
• I marched into our bedroom and changed. I dressed in a pair of jeans and a top and covered it all with a brown coat. The wait was killing me. I locked the house and made my way into the dark streets with hope in my heart that my mate was alright.