My Fated Alpha's Cruel Game (Elena and Marcus) novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129: Chapter 129 Stolen From Safety

Elena’s POV

Someone was going to pay for what happened to those innocent vampires. I didn’t care how many stones I had to overturn or how far I had to dig to find the bastards responsible. They crossed a line when they attacked beings who never harmed anyone in their lives.

The problem with most people is they hear the word vampire and immediately assume evil. Those narrow-minded fools could kiss my ass for all I cared.

Chloe and I were deep in conversation at the dining room table when the sound of frantic footsteps thundered down the staircase. The panic in the voice that followed made my blood run cold.

"You did put Briar down for her nap, right?" Skye’s voice cracked as she burst into the dining room.

"Of course I did. She was sleeping peacefully when I left her room. What’s wrong?" My heart started hammering against my ribs.

"She’s not in her crib." The words hit me like a physical blow.

I shot up from my chair so fast it nearly toppled over. My legs carried me to the living room where Damien sat on the floor with Caleb, building blocks scattered around them.

"Did you get Briar from her room?" The words tumbled out before I could stop them.

"No. Why would I?" Damien looked up, confusion creasing his features.

"She’s missing from her crib. I put her down myself. She can’t climb out of that thing on her own. She’s not even walking yet." My voice rose with each word, hysteria creeping in around the edges.

I took the stairs three at a time, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst. Our bedroom became my starting point as I tore through every corner, every shadow, every possible hiding spot. My voice carried through the packhouse as I commanded the warriors to seal the borders immediately. Nobody enters, nobody leaves until we locate my daughter.

The search consumed us. Every room, every closet, every space large enough to hide a child got turned inside out. We crawled under furniture, checked behind curtains, opened every door and cabinet.

Something foreign lingered in our bedroom air. A scent that didn’t belong to anyone in our pack. Damien moved through the space like a predator, his nostrils flaring as he analyzed every molecule.

"Human." His voice carried a deadly edge when he emerged. "The scent is definitely human."

"How in hell does a human make it to our bedroom on the fourth floor?" The question came out as a growl.

"I don’t know. But they were here. And they have her." His jaw clenched so tight I could hear his teeth grinding.

"No." The word ripped from my throat. "They don’t get to take my baby. Nobody gets to take my fucking baby."

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