Fate's Dark Side Chapter 842

Once the event concluded, I entrusted the plaque to Marvin and hailed a taxi to make my way to Sophia's house.

Despite the lateness of the hour, I disregarded the time.

This was a now-or-never moment. I fervently hoped that she would accept my proposal and be willing to give our relationship a chance.

If the fated mate connection ever came into play, we would confront it together when the time arrived.

My wolf, Alex, was ecstatic about the prospect.

Meanwhile, my mind raced, contemplating how I would express my feelings, and strategising how I would handle any potential positive or negative response from Sophia.

One thing I resolved to do tonight was to share a kiss with her, if circumstances allowed.

I held onto the hope that she reciprocated my affections.

In my eyes, Sophia was the embodiment of perfection, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation.

I had a strong inkling that my mother would approve of her as well.

I got to her street and asked the cab to park a few blocks away from her house and leave. I planned to shift and run back home.

I tried to link her as usual so she would know I was around, but there was no response.

As I approached her house, I saw the light in the living room and kitchen, but there was none at her window.

I wondered if she had waited and fallen asleep.

Her father's car wasn't in the driveway, so I figured he had not returned from his mission with Alpha Thompson.

Partially transforming my physical form, I silently scaled the house, aiming to reach her window undetected.

I suppressed my scent to prevent my overpowering aura from alerting anyone inside.

I tried to feel for her presence, but I got nothing, and it made me a bit nervous.

Crouching by her window, I knocked lightly, but no response came.

Then I squinted to look through the window, relying on my night vision. Sophia wasn't in the room.

I cautiously descended from the roof and stealthily made my way through the house, desperately longing to feel her presence. As I reached the back, Beta Mike emerged, shirtless, clearly having just finished bathing.

His expression was cold and unwelcoming. I stood frozen in place, undeterred by his hostility. Although his demeanour instilled no fear in me, I cleared my throat and faced him with resolve. I was eighteen, after all.

"Good evening, Beta Mike," I uttered softly, and he responded with a growl.

"Isn't it too late for you to be lurking around my residence, Your Highness?" he sneered, leaving me without a retort.

"Sophia didn't attend our graduation party, so I came to check on her," I explained, and he nodded.

"At midnight. Couldn't it have waited until tomorrow? Besides, she has no business being at that party. She's not even sixteen yet and two years your junior," he remarked, and he was correct, but Sophia was only a few months away from turning sixteen. I stood there, wordlessly gazing at him.

"Regardless, she isn't home, and she won't be returning. I've sent her and her mother far away from this forsaken place," he revealed, and a sinking feeling engulfed me. I couldn't quite describe the sensation, but it surpassed mere heartbreak.

"Where?" I inquired, my voice barely audible.

"Far away from here, and she won't be coming back," he stated bluntly, shattering my composure. Anger surged within me.

"Tell me where!" I demanded, my voice trembling, but he resisted my compulsion.

"I anticipated someone trying to force the information out of me, so I instructed Margret not to reveal their destination. If you truly care about her, Your Highness, you'll forget about her. I sent her away for her own good," he explained, and I battled the urge to confront him.

He had torn something precious away from me. It felt as if my entire world was collapsing at that very moment.

I had spoken to her just a few hours ago. I should have left the party immediately and rushed to her side. I would have seen her, confessed my feelings, and taken her away from there. If protection was what she needed, I would have provided it.

Gazing at the man before me, I stumbled backwards, aware that he wouldn't divulge any further.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness. I didn't anticipate it affecting you like this, but I had no choice," he uttered remorsefully, and I snarled at him.

My wolf, Alex, began to emerge. He took a step back, assuming a defensive stance, prepared to defend himself. Yet, I had no intention of attacking him. I wouldn't engage in a fight.

Stepping away, I shifted and sprinted towards the woods, unleashing a howl that carried the anguish of my soul. The most painful part was that I never had the chance to express my feelings to her or bid her farewell.