An Alpha's Forbidden Mate-Chapter 43: Alphas Combat training

Chapter Forty Three:

The precinct was a hive of frantic, low-frequency energy. The air was thick with the scent of burnt coffee, stale paper, and the rhythmic, percussive clatter of typewriter keys and ringing telephones. Dust motes danced in the shafts of harsh fluorescent light that cut through the haze of cigarette smoke clinging to the ceiling. Officers moved with a weary purpose, their holster straps creaking, while the distant, muffled sound of a suspect shouting in an interrogation room provided a grim backdrop to the morning’s chaos.

Bella sat on the edge of a hard wooden chair in the Chief’s office. The room was cramped, the walls lined with framed commendations and faded maps of Los Angeles. Across from her sat Chief Cooper. He was a broad-shouldered man whose uniform seemed a size too small, his presence filling the office with an air of impatient authority. A thick, pepper-grey mustache sat atop his upper lip, twitching slightly as he leaned forward, his hands clasped over a leather-bound blotter.

"So, you are telling me," Cooper began, his voice a low rumble, " you suspect the Mayor of Los Angeles—your own husband—kidnapped your daughter?"

Bella clutched her purse in her lap, her knuckles white. The environment of the station, with its cold, bureaucratic indifference, made her feel small, but the fire of a mother’s desperation kept her upright. "Yes, sir," she whispered.

Cooper leaned back, the springs of his chair groaning under his weight. He studied her through narrowed eyes. "Now, tell me why you think your husband did what he did. That’s a heavy accusation to lay on the man who runs this city."

"I don’t know," Bella said, her voice trembling. "All I know is the day my daughter was taken... a man came to my home to visit Isaac. They were behind closed doors. Isaac looked... he looked terrified. And he’s been acting differently towards me ever since our daughter got taken." Tears began to spill over, tracing hot tracks through the makeup she had on her face . She began to sob, the sound muffled by her hand.

"Calm down, ma’am," Cooper said, his tone softening only a fraction, though his eyes remained guarded.

Bella took a ragged breath and wiped her eyes with a crumpled tissue. She nodded, trying to regain her composure.

"This mysterious friend of your husband," Cooper continued, tapping a pen against the desk. "Do you know his name?"

"No," Bella replied. "I only know he was a friend to my husband. Or someone he used to know atleast."

" Do you remember his face?"

Bella paused, closing her eyes to try and pull the image from the fog of that night. "No, the day was dark when he came. So I couldn’t really see his face when he was at the porch. Just his silhouette."

Cooper gave a long, heavy sigh of frustration, the sound whistling through his mustache. He stared at the blank notepad in front of him for a moment before nodding curtly. "Alright, ma’am. Since you’ve taken the time to come in and give a statement, we’ll get right on it. We’ll look into the Mayor’s recent visitors."

Bella stood up, feeling a flicker of hope for the first time in days. "Thank you very much, sirrrr."

"Cooper," he corrected her.

"Thank you so much, Chief Cooper," she said, gathering her bags and hurrying out of the office before he could change his mind.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind her, a detective who had been leaning against the wall in the hallway slipped into the room. He looked at the closed file on Cooper’s desk. "Sir, what should we do about the case? We don’t even know where to start. Investigating the Mayor’s private life is a minefield."

Cooper didn’t even look up. He picked up the statement Bella had just signed and tossed it toward the wastebasket. " Throw it in the trash."

The detective blinked, startled. "Why? She seemed convinced, it was her husband."

Cooper turned his chair, glaring at the younger man with a flare of sudden anger. "We are running on thin ice here, boys! We aren’t about to waste our limited resources and political capital investigating one of the most influential people in the States just because of a crazy, grieving woman’s statement. Do you have any idea what the Mayor would do to this precinct if he found out we were sniffing around his bedroom?"

The detective stood silent, the weight of the political reality settling in the room. "Yes, sir. I understand."

"You are dismissed," Cooper growled.

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Deep within the heart of the ancient forest, the moon hung like a silver sickle above a secluded clearing. The air was crisp, smelling of pine needles and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone.

Luna stood in the center of the clearing, her breathing rhythmic and calm. Surrounding her were five of her strongest Alphas: Darius, Kael, Lucien, Ronan, and Aldric. They stood in a wide circle in their wolf forms, their bodies tensed, eyes fixed on the slight woman who commanded them. They weren’t just training; they were learning to bridge the gap between their feral instincts and the evolved powers that now surged through their veins.

"Begin," Luna whispered.

Kael was the first to move. He didn’t run; he blurred. He evolved into a steel crescent wolf . His fur took on a dull, metallic sheen as he lunged forward, his claws extended like obsidian razors. Luna pivoted on her heel, the hem of her dark cloak snapping as she allowed his strike to whistle past her ear by a fraction of an inch.

Before Kael could reset, Darius slammed his paws into the earth. The ground groaned. A pillar of jagged rock erupted from beneath Luna’s feet. She didn’t jump away; she stepped into the rising stone, using its momentum to vault high into the air.

While airborne, Lucien unleashed his Lightning. Blue arcs of electricity crackled along his fur as he sent a focused bolt screaming toward her. Luna twisted her body mid-air, her Silver Will forming a momentary shield that scattered the bolt into harmless sparks.

Then came Ronan and Aldric. Ronan who evolved into a fire crescent wolf , his footsteps scorching the grass into ash as he swung his claws creating thin fire waves the shape of claw marks. Simultaneously, Aldric who was a void crescent wolf , his movements becoming translucent, flickering in and out of sight to strike from her blind spot.

Luna landed amidst the chaos. She didn’t retreat. She became a whirlwind of silver and shadow. She parried Ronan’s molten strike with a burst of her dark aura. In the same motion, she sensed Aldric’s presence behind her through the displacement of the wind. She spun, her palm connecting with his chest, the force of her Will sending the shimmering wolf tumbling back into the brush.

The Alphas regrouped, their breath coming in heavy plumes of mist. They attacked again, a coordinated strike from four directions. Kael’s steel-bound strength, Lucien’s speed, Darius’s crushing earth, and Ronan’s heat converged on a single point.

Luna closed her eyes for a microsecond. Then wolfmort Crest on her forehead flared. She swept her leg in a wide arc, releasing a low-level shockwave of pure Will. The Alphas were blown back, their feet skidding through the dirt as they fought to remain upright.

Luna straightened her tunic, her heartbeat barely elevated. "You guys are getting a lot better at controlling your evolved powers," she said, her voice echoing through the silent trees. "The transition between your physical forms and your elemental output is becoming seamless."

She looked past the panting Alphas and saw a figure standing near the edge of the camp’s flickering firelight. It was Amelia. The girl looked pale, but the hollow look in her eyes had been replaced by a quiet, steady strength. She had recovered.

"That’s all for today," Luna announced, dismissing the Alphas with a nod. They bowed low and retreated into the darkness to recover.

Luna walked toward Amelia, her expression unreadable. "Come with me."

Amelia followed quietly, the two of them walking into the sanctuary of Luna’s tent. The interior was lit by a single, low-burning lantern, casting long, dancing shadows against the canvas walls. Luna sat on a low bench and gestured for Amelia to do the same.

"How are you feeling?" Luna asked, her voice losing its edge of command.

"I feel better, Lord Raven," Amelia replied, her voice soft but firm.

Luna gave a sigh of relief, though her face quickly turned serious. "From now on, you are not allowed to use that ’Old Way’ technique. Not until I say so. Your marrow nearly burnt out, Amelia. I cannot afford to lose you to your own power before the war even begins."

Amelia lowered her head. "As you wish, Chieftess Raven." She paused, her fingers twisting a loose thread on her sleeve. "If I may ask, Chieftess... what about the witch?"

"Yeah, what about her?"

"I thought we planned on executing her after she finished the potion," Amelia said, looking up. "She knows too much about our movements, and her loyalty is as thin as a spider’s silk."

Luna leaned back, her eyes reflecting the amber glow of the lantern. "Yes. And I still intend to do so. But until I know what is so important about this Astex realm—and why every power in the world is suddenly salivating over it—I won’t touch her. She’s our only map into that unknown territory."

Amelia nodded slowly. "I understand, Chieftess Raven." She stood up to leave, then paused at the tent flap. "Oh, Lord Raven... do you know where Magnus is? I haven’t seen him since I woke up, and he usually oversees the midnight perimeter."

Luna’s expression didn’t flicker. "I don’t know."

The lie hung in the air, cold and heavy. Luna watched Amelia exit the tent, her mind already tracking the silent journey Magnus was making toward the human border. She couldn’t tell Amelia—not yet. In the coming storm, the fewer people who knew about Tom, the better.

Luna looked at the maps spread across her table, her fingers tracing the borders of the Astex realm. "Tick tock," she whispered to the empty room.