Chapter 39
Kaeleen's POV
Serena's question echoed in my mind, a persistent hum that refused to fade. "Is she in love with you, Kaeleen?"
I ran a hand through my hair, the gesture doing little to ease the tension that had coiled tight in my gut. Love. It was a messy, complicated emotion, one I had carefully avoided for most of my life. As Alpha, my priorities had always been the pack, their safety, their well-being. Romantic entanglements were a distraction, a weakness I couldn't afford. Although after seeing my siblings and close friends fall in love, I was beginning to have second thoughts.
I was jealous of the relationship Rebecca had with Alex and the one Serena had with Hunter. Serena was the last person I thought would even call in love. I always viewed her as the strong older sister. Although looking at it now, I should have known that my sister was a romantic. But her question about Astrid still bugged me.
I knew one thing for sure: Astrid wasn't in love with Leon. Not anymore. The light in her eyes had been extinguished long ago, replaced by a dull resignation that had haunted me since the moment I saw it.
But was she in love with me? That was the question that kept me up at night. I had seen the spark of attraction, the flicker of interest in her eyes, but was it enough? Was it real? Or was it simply a desperate grasp for something better, a fleeting connection forged in the crucible of her misery?
I didn't care. Not really. Love could come later, or maybe it wouldn't come at all. What mattered most was getting Astrid out of that hellhole, away from the clutches of that controlling bastard who had sucked the life out of her. I had to make sure she was safe, that she had a chance to heal, to rediscover the woman she was meant to be.
After my conversation with Serena, I had called Shadow. He had been working tirelessly to find a way to reach Astrid, but Moonshade packhouse was a fortress, impenetrable to outsiders.
"Still no news, Alpha," Shadow had said, his voice tight with frustration. "I can't find a way to get into that room. The security is too tight."
"There has to be a way, Shadow," I had insisted. "Think outside the box. What haven't we tried yet?"
An idea had sparked in my mind, a risky, audacious plan that could either succeed spectacularly or fail miserably.
"What about disguising yourself as a woman?" I had suggested. "Get a job in the kitchen. That's the best way to get close to the room where Astrid is being held."
Shadow had been silent for a moment, considering the possibility. "It's a long shot, Alpha," he had finally said. "But if anyone can pull it off, it's me."
Shadow was right. If there was anyone who could convincingly impersonate a woman, it was him. He had a natural talent for disguise, a chameleon-like ability to blend into any environment. There was a reason why he was nicknamed "Master of Disguise."
Even so, a part of me had feared that it wouldn't work. That Leon's security would be too vigilant, that Shadow would be discovered and exposed. But I had to try. Astrid's life depended on it.
Three agonizing days later, Shadow had contacted me, his voice buzzing with excitement. "I've made contact, Alpha," he had said. "I've finally reached Astrid."
Relief had flooded through me, so intense it almost brought me to my knees. "Is she okay?" I had asked, my voice trembling. "Is she safe?"
"She's alive," Shadow had replied. "But she's skeptical. She doesn't know if she can trust me."
I had anticipated that. Astrid was a smart woman, cautious and wary. She wouldn't blindly trust a stranger, no matter what they claimed.
"Tell her this," I had said, relaying a message that only Astrid would understand, a secret shared between two souls. "Tell her…"
It worked. Shadow had delivered the message, and Astrid had responded, confirming her identity. A fragile alliance had been forged, a lifeline thrown across the chasm of her captivity.
From that moment on, I had poured all my energy into planning Astrid's escape. I had Shadow pore over the maps of Moonshade territory, searching for hidden paths, secret passages, anything that could give us an advantage. We had analyzed every possible scenario, anticipating every obstacle, preparing for every eventuality.
I had even orchestrated Leon's meeting, manipulating events to ensure that he would be away from the packhouse on the day of the escape. It was a risky maneuver, one that could have backfired spectacularly, but I was willing to gamble everything to get Astrid out of there.
Now, the day has finally arrived.
I was waiting in the private plane, pacing the length of the cabin, my nerves stretched to the breaking point. Shadow had sent a message, confirming that they were on their way, but every minute felt like an eternity.
I glanced at my watch, then back at the window. The sky was dark, the stars obscured by a thick blanket of clouds. A storm was brewing, mirroring the turmoil in my own heart.
This time, I was going to ensure Astrid's safety. I wasn't going to let anything happen to her. I would protect her with my life, if necessary.
The waiting was excruciating. I couldn't sit still, couldn't focus on anything but the image of Astrid, trapped in that cage, longing for freedom.
I thought about her smile, the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed, the strength and resilience she had shown in the face of unimaginable adversity. She was an extraordinary woman, a force of nature, and I was determined to help her reclaim her life.
Finally, the sound I had been waiting for. The roar of an engine, growing louder with each passing second.
I rushed to the window, peering out into the darkness. Headlights appeared in the distance, growing brighter as they approached.
The car pulled up to the plane, its tires crunching on the gravel. The doors opened, and two figures emerged, silhouetted against the night sky.
Shadow. And Astrid.