Revenge to the Alpha Mate novel Chapter 257

Chapter 257: Chapter 257

Lily’s Perspective

It was hopeless. A goddamned dead end.

Aurora and Brett might as well have vanished into thin air. Nearly forty hours had passed since the kidnappers sent that video of Aurora. Silence. No new demands, no threats, nothing. This quiet was worse than constant harassment—a dull blade slowly sawing through our nerves.

We’d thrown every resource we had at it. The Moonlight Pack’s networks, both above and below board. Ethan’s contacts in the police and city administration. Even tentative queries to underground information brokers. Surveillance footage was scrubbed frame by frame. Suspect vehicles were tracked and lost. The industrial district where they’d last been seen was turned inside out, sewers included. Jacob roamed day and night like a caged beast, returning each time with red-rimmed eyes, smelling of dust and despair. Celena forced herself to maintain the pack’s daily routines, but everyone could see she was a ghost, her gaze often drifting into empty space before silent tears fell.

Everything was sliding into the worst possible scenario. The ransom sat ready, a useless, mocking pile. Had the kidnappers changed their minds? Altered their plans? Or... something worse?

I sat in the study, a map and scattered intelligence reports spread before me, a throbbing pain behind my eyes. Ethan stood at the window, his back to me, shoulders rigid. Only the crackle of the fireplace broke the suffocating silence.

"Lily," Ethan’s voice was rough. He didn’t turn. "Are we missing something? Something... more fundamental?"

I massaged my temples. "We’ve tried every channel, conventional or otherwise. They’re professionals, Ethan. Not common street trash or extortionists. I’m starting to wonder... have our recent... *actions*... drawn attention from something deeper in the shadows?" Our pack sometimes had to deal with dangerous outliers, human or otherwise. Enemies were inevitable.

Ethan was quiet for a moment. "Perhaps. But retribution from those quarters is usually more... theatrical. They boast. This silence doesn’t fit."

Just as the weight of anxiety and helplessness threatened to crush us, a familiar, boisterous commotion erupted from downstairs. The study door burst open.

"Hey! Why’s the place feel like a tomb? We’re back! Brought the Hawaiian sun and—" Dave’s loud voice cut off as he absorbed the room’s grim atmosphere. Jim followed, his smile vanishing. The twin brothers, fresh from a two-week island vacation with tanned skin and garish shirts, were a jarring splash of color against the manor’s gloom.

"What happened?" Jim asked sharply, his eyes darting between my face and Ethan’s.

We both exhaled, a fraction of the tension easing at the unexpected but timely reinforcement. Dave and Jim were not just reliable fighters; their partners, Maya and Rose, were the most talented witch sisters we knew.

"Aurora and Brett were taken," Ethan stated flatly, his tone heavy.

The twins’ faces hardened. "What?!" "When?"

"Two days ago. Brett may be with another group, status unknown. Aurora was with kidnappers, but now radio silent," I summarized quickly. "We need Maya and Rose. Now."

No further questions. The twins turned and ran. Minutes later, Maya and Rose hurried into the study with them. The witches still wore their vacation dresses, travel-weary, but their eyes were already sharp and focused. After hearing the details and watching Aurora’s video, they exchanged a look and nodded.

"We need a quiet room. No interruptions. And..." Maya listed items for the working—herbs, crystals, symbolic objects. Celena and the staff mobilized with terrifying speed.

It wasn’t an address, but it was a direction. Crucial. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"A lab... privately funded institute..." I connected the dots immediately. "Ethan, run down every possible private or clandestine lab we have on file! Especially those with powerful backing, tight security, remote locations!"

"Jacob," Ethan turned to him, eyes fierce. "Municipal jails, state prison annexes, nominally abandoned holding sites that might be repurposed! Anywhere with rumors of wolf activity, *stray* wolf activity! Take Xaver and as many as you need. Turn over every stone!"

Jacob gave a sharp nod, a renewed fire in his eyes, and strode out to gather his team. Celena moved to follow, but I gently held her back. "Let him do what he does best. We need you here. The pack needs stability."

As others dispersed on their tasks, the study settled back into silence, leaving just Ethan and me. The shell of the decisive leader I’d worn crumbled. Exhaustion, profound helplessness, and that gnawing, gut-wrenching guilt crashed over me.

I sank onto a sofa, fingers digging into my hair. "It’s my fault, Ethan," I rasped. "I was always too hard on her. Pushing her to mature faster, to fit the ’heir’ mold. I fought her recklessness, her rebellion... If I’d just *listened* more, talked *with* her instead of *at* her... maybe she wouldn’t have felt so stifled here, wouldn’t have kept running outside for a thrill, wouldn’t have..." My throat closed.

Ethan came over, sat beside me, and wrapped a strong arm around my shoulders. His body trembled slightly. "No, Lily. It’s mine. I was too focused on external pack politics, the damn balancing act. I thought they were old enough, capable enough... I neglected being a father." He buried his face against my neck, his voice muffled and uncharacteristically fragile. "I failed them."

We held each other tightly in the darkening study, two damaged ships clinging together in a storm. The firelight danced over us, offering no warmth against the cold fear in our hearts. We didn’t speak, just drew what little strength and solace we could from each other’s presence.

I prayed then, to every god, spirit, ancestor, or power that might be listening: *Bring them home. Bring Aurora and Brett home safely. Whatever the cost.*