Chapter 3

Sebastian Point Of View

I turn to Charles and open my mouth to tell him we're going to look for her when the door knocks.

"Apologies," The warrior that enters says. "But the matter is important, Alpha Supreme."

"What is it?" I snap.

He pales a bit. "Cleo is back, Alpha. Along with Mrs, Grey and-"

I don't wait for him to finish before I rush out of the office. She's back, thank heavens she's back. I'm never going to let her out of my sight like this again. I race down the stairs towards the sitting area, Charles right behind me. I see a bob of dark hair, the warrior uniform as the young man paces around.

"Alpha Supreme," his eyes snap to mine, brows pinched together.

But my eyes sweep around the room. I see Mrs. Grey, and the head Omega Morgan but I don't see-

My eyes snap back to Cleo. "Where is she?"

His shoulders tense, he puts a hand at his

forehead. Mrs. Grey and Morgan pale, I have the vague feeling of a man under water.

"Not where she should've been." Cleo pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket, the scent of it paintully familiar.

My eyes go over the words. "What do you mean that she isn't there?"

"We just came from Alpha Parks' territory," Its

Morgan that answers me. "And she isn't there. Neither is my daughter."

"Alexandra and Elizabeth left for Alpha Elmond's place last night." Cleo says, pacing around. "And Elizabeth had left her mom a note saying I'd escort her to the pack this morning. But when we reached there..."

It's only due to years of practice that I refrain from blowing up. Years of tolerance and patience that allow me to keep my breathing controlled.

"Alpha Elmond sent his warriors to search around the pack territory," Cleo says. "We came here hoping at least to find Alexandra."

"Charles, get a team of warriors ready," I pocket the note in my hand. "We're going there right now."

"I'll come too," Cleo says.

I nod, the three of us moving towards the door when a small voice stops me.

"You're her mate."

I turn back, Mrs. Grey walk over to me. Her resemblance with her daughter uncanny.

"She told you?" I ask, my voice losing its edge.

Which is what I should've done. I should've justbtold my father. Then she'd be here, with me, safe-

"Find my daughter, Alpha." Mrs. Grey's voice

breaks slightly. "Please."

And every single fiber in my body is begging me to tear the world apart, and look for my mate like some half hysterical animal, but I manage to rein it all in enough to put my hands on her shoulders.

"I promise, I'll bring her back." I tell her, then meet Morgan's gaze across the room. "Both of them."

I'll bring her back.

No matter the cost

Elizabeth Point Of View

I open my eyes to the dark.

A groan escapes my mouth as I pushed myself in a sitting positing, my head ringing with a dull ache. Rubbing the back of my neck, I take in my surroundings. And there isn't much to take in, considering that I'm in a dark room with walls made of stone. Its completely bare of furniture, and has no windows, hence the dark. A hulking metal door is against one wall, no doubt locked.

The events that led me here swim in my head and the acrid feeling of anxiety washes over me. Where's Alexandra?

And where the hell am I?

I stand up, my vision lurches for a moment before restoring. My eyes fall at the ring in my finger, quickly pull it off and tuck it in my pocket. Damning caution to hell, I bang my fit on the metal door, the sound echoing.

Moon knows who went to enough lengths to

kidnap me-of all the people- and why the hell, but its obvious they want something other than to kill me, so I might as well just ask.

And figure out where Alexandra is.

"I'm awake!" I yell out. "And l'm hungry! Who the hell kidnaps someone and keeps them starved?"

Yeah, that's sure to attract someone's attention. And as I expected, the door rattles and I quickly take a few steps away. The same men I'd for pack warriors enter my vision.

"Bold of you to make demands," The blond one says.

All thought of my previous words leaves my head, my eyes narrow to slits.

"Where's my friend?" l ask, my heart beating fast enough for them to hear.

"Alive," The other one, with darker hair, tells me. "And exactly where you left her."

I watch them warily, gauging my options of running, wondering if they're telling the truth. I can only hope they are, otherwise, I'm going to kill them any chance I get.

"Interesting," I say, keeping my breathing calm.

"Why am I here then?"

"Settle down, Grey, you'll figure out soon."

And the door slams shut.

I hear the sound of they're feet, which fades away at about the twentieth steps. Where ever I am, it's a big space. I pace around the room, thankful for its less than small size so my brain can function.

What is my captor hoping for? Ransome?

Well, Alpha Sean would disappoint them.

But Sebastian...

My heart sinks to my stomach. How long have I been here? Is Sebastian back? Has Alexandra returned to our Pack? Have my captors sent them any messages?

I imagine how all of them might be worried, my own thought causing panic to rise in my head. I need to get out, I have to try something. I bang the door again.

No one stirs nearby.

So I bang it again, and again and keep banging at it until it opens and...

"What?" the blond guard snaps.

I give him an awkward smile "l, uh, I need to use the bathroom."

He shoots me an annoyed look. "Use a corner."

He's about to close the door when I leap for it, holding it open with my hands "No wait! You don't get it! I, well, I had lots of beans for dinner and the atmosphere would wail ifl use this place, the stench will reach everywhere and-"

"Don't care," he tries to pull the door free of my grasp but I hold trighter, squeezing myself half out.

"You should!" I grit out, holding as strong as

possible "It won't just be my nose that suffers!"

"What is going on here?" the other guard approaches, eyeing me and his companion with confusion.

"She's being a nuisance!" the blond one says.

"Excuse me!" I try to push the door open further and fail. "Haven't you ever had to go to the bathroom?"

The other guard pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. "Derek, let her out."

With an eyeroll, Derek lets go of the door. I stumble forward, out of the room.

"We'll escort you to the bathroom," The smarter guard says. "And if you try anything, I won't mind dispatching you again."

"Clear, Sir." I nod somberly.

The flank my sides, leading me ahead through the dark hallway. I notice the doors, all made of heavy metal, just like mine.