Beauty and The Beta (Bailey)

Chapter 0256

I looked up at my mate, his handsome features angry, and I felt guilt flooding me. I hadn't intended to sound like I was standing up for Miles. "I am sorry." I whispered. "I wasn't defending him, I didn't know if it was him. That is all I meant. I will call my Dad."

I moved away, to walk to the house, as my phone was left in the car. I hated the thought that I had disappointed my mate. I would never defend the monster that was my former pack's upcoming Alpha, not anymore. Not after everything he had done. And the thought that Marc thought I might upset

me.

Marc quickly followed alongside, reaching for my hand. "I'm sorry I snapped baby. I am just worried. Scared for you. Scared for Bailey. I feel like I let you down."

I squeezed his hand tightly to reassure him. "You were not to know that was going to happen."

As we arrived at the house, he looked at me with a sad smile. "Make sure your Dad knows what has happened to Bailey. They need to prepare for what may have happened, Morgan."

I realized the seriousness of his words and I felt dread filling my stomach as I lifted the phone to make the call, not wanting to wait a moment longer. My Dad would know what to do. "Hello?" My brother's voice surprised me.

“J?" I asked, wondering why he was answering my Dad's phone.

"Morgan. Did you all get home okay?" Jordan's voice was full of unease, which told me my Dad had told him everything. I didn't want to be the one to do this. I looked up at Marc who was watching me, his eyes full of concern.

"You want me to do this?" he offered, and I nodded, fighting tears, putting the phone onto loud-speaker.

"Hey Jordan, it is Marc. Morgan is struggling right now. There was an incident on the way home." He began.

"What sort of incident?" he interrupted. "DAD!" he suddenly yelled, before continuing. "You were meant to be looking after them!"

I felt a rush of anger, not

appreciating my brother implying

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this was Marc's fault. None of this was his fault. What happened could not have been predicted. He had planned out our drive home to protect us as best he could. This was not his fault, and I would have my brother say otherwise! "No. He was looking after us. This was not his fault!" I snapped, as I saw guilt spread across my mate's face. This was not fair.

"Well, what the fuck happened then?" Jordan yelled.

"Hey, what is all the shouting?" I could hear my Dad now, making me think he had come into the room. "Morgan?"

"Dad, things are a mess. Bailey is missing. We think Miles sent rogues to attack. The car broke down. We tried to run, but Bailey didn't get back." I blurted out, as tears burned my eyes.

"Miles sent rogues?!" Dad's voice was filled with fury.

"Well, that is not certain, we have warriors out searching, as it was close to the pack thankfully. If we find any, we will interrogate them But they retreated the moment they had Morgan and I separated from Bailey. It seems too convenient. Too planned." Marc explained, Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“Hmmm, you are not wrong. Especially when he could not get any warriors from his own pack." My Dad said with a coldness to his tone I rarely heard. He sounded ready to kill...

"Well, I don't mean to be harsh, but if he has got her, he will be bringing her home, won't he?" Jordan said, and I saw Marc's fists clench.

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"And you are okay with that, are you? Letting that fucking monster of a psychopath have your sister? Just going to sit and wait for him to bring her home, right? Not knowing what he could do to her in the meantime? Is that what you are happy to do? Because Tam not. She does not want to be his mate. She has a good man here in our pack that wants her for a mate, so why should she be forced to be mates with a man that treats her the way he does? That man needs locking up for the things he has done." Marc snarled at the phone, and I was shocked at how angry he was getting. He was standing up for Bailey so

mercilessly. Or was it that he was

standing up for Asher? Either way, right now, I could not be more proud of him.