Alpha’s Rue: His Shunned Luna (Athena Enchanted) novel Chapter 388

“Oh, you’re here too.” I nod. Remembering that he also went to visit Ellie on that day, and he bragged about being able to see her. “This is starting to make more sense.”

“What makes sense?” Damien frowns, trying to play dumb even though he has already been caught.

“You two being together after what happened.”

“Oh, you heard?” He grins so wide that he instantly gets on my nerves.

“Of course I heard,” I nod. “Did you think I wouldn’t hear about my wife missing?”

His smile falls, “I was going to say our new partnership, but what do you mean your wife is missing?”

“I’m not fucking with you, Damien,” I snap. “Or you,” I turn to Gamma Hartley. “Where is she?”

“I don’t understand.” They both say.

“Aeliana,” I say. “She’s missing.”

“My daughter?” Gamma Hartley gasps, not a good enough actor because the exaggerated concern gives him away. “When did that happen?”

“When you broke her out.” Maddox snorts.

He pauses, staring between us. “I..”

“You both were there,” I tell them. “She saw you both the day before she went missing, and so help me God if a hair is missing on her head. Where did you take her?”

“Are you mad?” Damien frowns. “What the hell would I want with Aeliana?”

“Damien,” Maddox warns.

“What reason would I have to break her out of the institution?”

“So you're saying you broke her out?”

“I’m saying you need to press those people for answers,” he says with an eyeroll, confirming his involvement in her disappearance. “She can’t go missing, it’s a high-end institute, top-notch everything. You said she would he safe there.”

“I don't know,” he swallows. “I was here the whole time. I never left my house. I was working on war tactics with your father and Elder Winston until three in the morning. You can—”

“I’m only going to ask you this once more,” I step closer. “Where is my mate?”

“I don’t know, Kingston. She should be—”

I groan, “My patience is close to thin. Tell me where she is.” I repeat, giving him one last chance before I plough his face with my fist.

Again, he shakes his head, feigning innocence.

“Oh, that's how you want to play it?” I ask, rolling up my sleeves. “Fine. Let's play, father-in-law.”

“I didn’t kidnap her,” he says, taking a step back. “I swear to you, I swear on my daughter's life.”

I swing before he can say anything else, my chest connecting flawlessly with his jaw. “Talk.”