Chasing His Wolfless Luna Back Chapter 170: Dilemma

Sebastian's POV

"You've got to give me something, Graves... anything at this point." I worked hard to keep my tone level, fighting the urge to explode.

This whole situation was frustrating as fuck. We still hadn't found who was behind Thea's attack. The uncertainty was eating away at my sanity. That bastard was still out there, walking free like he hadn't tried to hurt the woman I loved.

Every time Thea or I left the house, worry consumed me. I couldn't stop those crazy thoughts: What if someone hurt her while she was home alone? What if someone attacked her when she was out?

Despite having my best guards watching over her, and Graves arranging his men to monitor and protect her too, I still couldn't shake the anxiety, especially given what happened last time.

"You're not the only one frustrated with this fucking situation," Graves snapped, his irritation clear in his voice. "But I've tried everything to find this guy and come up with jack shit. I can't even find a trace of the car they used."

I frowned, considering his words. Normally I would've snapped back, but his statement distracted me.

"That's impossible, isn't it? How can there be no record or evidence of the car?" I asked. "Unless those fuckers burned it afterward."

It was the only explanation that made sense. We'd been working closely together, but no leads pointed in the right direction. My men couldn't find anything, and neither could his. The police weren't making any headway on the case either.

"That's what I'm thinking too," he replied coldly.

I wasn't a man who scared easily, but the current situation was unsettling as hell.

"So what do we do now?" he asked after a moment of silence.

It was a question I'd been asking myself lately.

"We wait, because whoever they are, they'll slip up eventually. When they do, we'll catch them."

My thoughts drifted to Thea. Every minute of every day, I thought about her. I wasn't ashamed to admit how much power she had over me.

"By the way, I need a personal favor," Graves interrupted my thoughts, pulling me back to reality.

I leaned forward in my chair, gripping my phone tightly, curious about what "personal favor" Graves would need.

In some ways, we were similar. Like me, he wouldn't ask for help unless absolutely necessary.

"What is it?"

"I need Sophia's address," he stated flatly, his voice devoid of emotion.

I leaned back in my chair, a smile forming on my lips. So I hadn't been wrong that day at the hospital. There was definitely something between them. It was obvious from the way they'd looked at each other—like they were magnets, unable to tear their eyes away.

"Can't you just have someone look it up? I'm sure your men wouldn't take long to find whatever address you want."

Men with position and influence like us can always get what we want. Finding information doesn't even require much digging. Which made me more curious about why he was asking me.

"Yes, but I want to do this right. She's my mate, Sebastian. I felt it the moment I saw her at the hospital," he admitted, his voice suddenly less guarded. "My wolf's been going crazy since then. But somehow, I don't think Sophia would appreciate someone digging into her life out of nowhere." He exhaled deeply, like battling his instincts. "This is the better course of action. If I show up at her door and she asks how I got her address, I can just say you gave it to me since she's friends with Thea."

"Are you serious? You want Thea to castrate me? Especially if she finds out you're the fucking underground king in these parts. This shit isn't right." I stood up, growling.

I was pretty damn sure Sophia would tell Iris... and while Thea might not remember much about Graves, Iris would definitely fill her in, because that she-wolf didn't know how to keep a secret to save her life.

"That's rich coming from a man who's still deceiving Thea into believing you're still happily married," he mocked, then hung up. That hit too close to home.

Sighing, I looked around my office, wondering why the hell I was still here so late. Graves was right; I was a fucking hypocrite talking about right and wrong when I was still lying to Thea.

Not wasting any time, I moved across the plush carpet and out of my office. I walked down the hallway toward Damien's office.

"Is my brother in?" I asked his assistant when I reached his floor.

"Yes, Alpha. He's still inside."

I nodded at her and walked into my brother's office, noting this was yet another new assistant. Damien went through assistants at an alarming rate. I blamed it on the fact that he was still our pack's—no, the entire city's—notorious womanizer. He slept with countless she-wolves, and once they started getting attached, he would cut them out of his life.

"Sebastian..."

"What happened to the last one?" I asked, knowing I didn't need to elaborate. "That's the fourth assistant you've had this month."

"Well, it's not my fault they expect declarations of love and claiming after a night or two in bed," he grinned, that smile I knew so well, the one that attracted women like flies to honey.

Shaking my head, I stared at my brother, wondering if there was a she-wolf out there who could truly tame him. "You really should stop mixing your personal life with Pack business."

"Now where's the fun in that?" he shrugged, and I sighed, knowing he wouldn't stop, and I was certain most single she-wolves with positions in the pack who hadn't found their mates had slept with him, except for my senior financial advisor and former liaison, especially the latter—he despised her, though I hadn't understood why at first.

"So what brings you to my office?"

"I don't really want to go home," I answered, avoiding his gaze.

"That's shocking... why? I thought things were going well with you and Thea."

"Yeah..." I trailed off.

Well, yes, everything was fine until she came back from visiting Kane in prison. I didn't know what happened or what he told her, but since then Thea had been looking at me with suspicious eyes. Every time I did something, said something, kissed her, held her, even the most trivial things, that suspicion in her eyes made me uneasy.

"I think Kane might have said something to her; she's been acting strange lately. It started a week ago after she visited Kane in prison. Or maybe something happened between them, and she's wondering why she's with me and not with him."

"She loves you," Damien tried to reassure me, but it didn't help.

"But for how long? What happens when she gets her memories back and realizes she already killed and buried her love for me?"

My insecurity was on full display, but I didn't care. Besides worrying about her safety, I was concerned about the day she regained her memories. I was too fucking scared to admit how terrified I was of losing her.

The past month and a half had been fucking amazing. She'd brightened my world in ways I never thought possible, making me realize what a fool I'd been for always rejecting her.

Kissing her, waking up beside her, holding her, having our late-night conversations, having Leo and Phoenix—it was everything I didn't know I needed, but now I couldn't imagine living without.

I wanted everything with her. I wanted all the things I'd denied myself and her throughout our marriage. I wanted a future with her. I wanted to marry her again, claim her, expand our family. I wanted to watch our pups grow up and support her every step of the way. I wanted a happy ending with her, and I wanted to spend many years with her, just like my parents did with each other.

"You're overreacting. I'm sure it's nothing," he assured firmly.

I sighed, exhausted. "If you think so, then why don't you come home for dinner? You can see for yourself that I'm not overreacting like you say."

"Fine."

I smirked, and we both stood up. I just hoped Thea wouldn't be angry that I'd invited Damien. After all, while he as Gamma had never been hostile toward her, he hadn't exactly been welcoming either.