Chapter 79
Chapter 79:
My Inner Wolf didn’t just awaken — it erupted into a deafening, bloodthirsty roar that rattled my very bones. The fragile, newly formed Mate-bond connecting me to Adelina was screaming. It was a faint, freezing signal of absolute despair.
Mate. Dying.
I shot up from the leather recliner, sweeping the documents off the table. “Leo!” I roared.
My assistant was at my side in a fraction of a second. “Track Adelina. Now p>
𝘙e𝘢𝘥 w𝘪𝗍𝗁o𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝖾𝘳𝗿𝘶p𝘁𝗶оns 𝗈ո
Leo’s fingers flew across his encrypted tablet. “Her GPS signal vanished four hours ago, Alpha. Last known location is the Parrish Estate p>
I pulled out my phone and dialed her number. It went straight to voicemail. A cold, murderous dread coiled in my gut. I immediately dialed the estate’s landline.
“Parrish residence,” Carolyn Parrish answered.
Even through the encrypted satellite connection, I could smell the sour, rotting stench of her fear and deceit bleeding through her trembling voice.
“Where is my wife?” I demanded, my voice a low, lethal rumble that caused the cabin pressure to drop.
“Oh, Your Majesty,” Carolyn stammered, her heart rate spiking audibly over the line. “Adelina left hours ago. She was quite upset, I’m afraid p>
Leo shook his head, turning the tablet toward me. He silently pointed to the data logs. Her signal had never left the property line.
My eyes bled into a terrifying, pitch-black void. “You have ten seconds to tell me where she is before I turn this plane around and burn your entire bloodline from the earth p>
Click.
She hung up. The sheer, unadulterated panic behind that dial tone confirmed my darkest fear. They had her. And whatever they were doing to her was killing her.
I threw the phone onto the seat and stormed toward the cockpit. I shoved the door open, my Lycan aura flooding the small space. “Turn us around. New York p>
The human pilot glanced back, his face paling as he checked his instruments. “Sir, we’re over an hour out over the ocean. We don’t have the fuel to make New York directly. We’d have to divert to Boston, and the fuel dump costs alone p>
My Lycan slammed against my ribs, completely unhinged by the fading pulse of my Luna. I leaned over the console, my fangs descending.
“Turn this plane around now, or I will buy this airline just to have the pleasure of firing you while we crash into the ocean p>
The pilot swallowed hard, his hands trembling violently as he immediately disengaged the autopilot and banked the heavy Gulfstream hard to the west.
Two agonizing hours later, I was strapped into the back of a Blackstone Pack military-grade Sikorsky helicopter, tearing through the night sky from Boston toward Long Island. The deafening thrum of the rotors did nothing to drown out the frantic pacing of my Inner Wolf. The bond was growing terrifyingly faint, slipping into a freezing numbness.
I pulled out my phone and dialed the local Sheriff — a human whose precinct’s pension fund was entirely managed by Blackstone Financial.
“Sheriff Xander,” I barked over the engine noise. “My Luna is being illegally detained at the Parrish Estate. I want deputies on the ground immediately p>