Alpha's Regret: Claiming My Stolen Twins novel Chapter 125

125 Chapter 125 Trail Goes Cold

125 Chapter 125 Trail Goes Cold

It was as if she had never set foot in this place.

My breathing became labored. The possibility of losing her forever was unbearable.

“Seraphina!” I bellowed through the pack mindlink, my mental voice cracking with desperation and authority. “All patrols, abandon your current positions immediately. I want every inch of our territory searched. Something terrible has happened!”

“This is entirely your fault!” I accused, pointing a trembling finger directly at his face. “Everything that’s happening is because of you! If you hadn’t revealed everything to her, she never would have run! She wouldn’t have

been vulnerable! She wouldn’t have been furious with me too!”

Complete, devastating silence.

I couldn’t remain there any longer. The fear was paralyzing, but anger was propelling me forward. I needed action and information.

Julian’s POV

I carried her directly through the main house, startling every pack member we encountered along the way.

I thought I was being considerate of her pain, but instead I had allowed someone to steal her away from me.

This wasn’t Seraphina blocking me out of anger. The connection itself had been severed, cold and lifeless. The injection. Whatever poison the doctor had forced into her system must have accomplished exactly what it was designed to do. They had completely cut off her wolf’s abilities, making her invisible to tracking and impossible to locate through our bond.

I burst through the hospital’s double doors. Doctor Neville looked at me with shock, then at the battered, barely conscious woman in my arms.

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“I need you to save her,” I commanded, my voice shaking with urgency. “Use whatever resources necessary. Blood transfusions, medications, anything she requires. Get her stabilized and conscious.”

Even thinking his name made my mouth taste like bitter ash.

“This is ridiculous,” I growled under my breath, yanking the office door open with enough force to rattle the frame.

Her trail was weak but detectable, so I moved quickly through the forest, not quite running but maintaining a steady, urgent pace. Then everything went wrong.

I drew another deep breath. Absolutely nothing.

I couldn’t stop moving around my office, the walls feeling like they were closing in on me. After Seraphina stormed out, I had dismissed everyone else because there was nothing left to discuss with them anyway. They had already managed to destroy everything that mattered.

“Holden, organize search teams inside the pack grounds. Check every house, every building. Find out if anyone witnessed Seraphina leaving our territory. Move now!”

I kept telling myself she just needed some time alone after everything that happened. I convinced myself that a walk would help clear her head. But as minutes stretched into an hour, my wolf began clawing at my insides with growing anxiety, making every nerve in my body scream warnings.

I staggered backward until my spine hit a tree trunk, struggling to breathe through waves of rising panic. I had never experienced this level of fear before because usually I knew exactly how to respond to threats and eliminate my enemies. But Dorian was different from anyone we had faced.

He wasn’t like the typical rogues we had battled in the past.

Roxanne didn’t attempt to move. She was too exhausted.

He extended his hand toward my shoulder, attempting to offer comfort.

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It didn’t gradually fade away or veer off toward water or rocky terrain. It just ended completely, as though Seraphina had been plucked from the earth and carried away by invisible forces.

This wasn’t just unusual; it was completely terrifying. Something was

deliberately erasing her presence, and doing it with supernatural precision. Dark magic was the only explanation.

“Don’t you dare touch me!” I snarled, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Don’t you dare tell me to stay calm!”

The trail simply vanished.

“She’s the only person who can lead me to my mate. If she dies, Seraphina dies with her.”

We found nothing.

I gripped the doctor’s arm firmly, ensuring he understood the critical nature

of this situation.

I placed Roxanne gently on the examination table. I stared down at the doctor, desperation overwhelming my usual composed demeanor.

I collapsed onto my knees, pressing my palms deep into the cold soil. I inhaled desperately, searching for any trace of her familiar fragrance. Seraphina always smelled like blooming jasmine mixed with warm cinnamon spice. It was a scent that could calm my wolf instantly.

The crushing weight of guilt hit me harder than any enemy’s attack ever could. If I had just followed her immediately instead of giving her space, none of this nightmare would be happening.

Roxanne remained exactly where I had left her, Ironridge chains secured her wrists to the stone wall, her clothing shredded, her body clearly weakened.

The silver lock clicked open. I freed one wrist, then the other. The heavy

chains crashed to the floor.

“NO!” I roared, spinning around as my wolf seized total control of my actions.

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Stepping outside, I let my heightened senses take control, allowing my wolf’s instincts to guide me as I searched for the distinctive pattern of her

footprints in the soft ground.

I quickly connected with Holden and Caleb through separate mental channels.

Dorian.

I had thought I could tolerate his lies until he decided to dump everything on Seraphina without considering the devastating consequences.

“Julian, you need to stay calm so we can think this through logically—”

Next, I reached deep into my consciousness, searching for the mate bond that usually connected us.

The victims we had discovered weren’t simply killed. They were completely butchered. Torn into unrecognizable pieces.

I reached down, sliding one arm under her shoulders and the other beneath her knees. She weighed almost nothing. I lifted her carefully and carried her out of that hellish place, ignoring the stench and blood that soaked into my

shirt.

Dorian wouldn’t have taken her randomly. He wanted something specific. And there was only one person who understood exactly how Dorian’s twisted mind worked and what he was planning.

My father appeared suddenly, worry etched deep into his weathered features, with Holden close behind him.

The dungeon door groaned loudly when I tore it open. The stench of damp stone and dried blood immediately filled my nostrils.

It’s much easier to fight an opponent who isn’t motivated by personal hatred, and that emotional drive made him incredibly dangerous.

He showed absolutely no mercy.

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It should have been there, that steady pulse of warmth and connection that lived somewhere behind my thoughts. But when I pushed my mental energy toward her location, trying to bridge the physical distance and her emotional walls, I encountered nothing but emptiness.

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