The Omni-Wolf’s Choice novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92 A beacon of hope…

Ryder’s POV

I have been camped in the war room with no real pause, no real breath. I have reached.

out to every contact I have. Every ally who still owes me a favor. I have even pushed my mom to put me under-again-so I can try to find Bridget the way I did before. It didn’t

work.

We have attempted to send a few teams back to rest, but they have flat-out refused. They stayed. All of them. The gratitude sits in my chest like a weight, and I know it will

turn into something bigger when we finally bring my mate home.

“Ryder, you need a shower,” my mom says, steady but firm. “And you haven’t eaten. You

can’t run on fumes when it’s time to go get Bridget. She needs you at full strength.”

I keep staring at the 4-D terrain projection, willing it to show me what I have missed.

“I have to find her,” I say, voice tight. “There’s something obvious, something I should be seeing. I just can’t grab it. She is my mate. I’m supposed to protect her, Mom. I failed.”

My palm smacks the table hard enough to rattle the hologram’s edge. Mom immediately covers my hand with both of hers. The calm she carries bleeds into me, shaving a fraction

off the panic.

“Ryder,” she says quietly. “She knows you’re coming. She’s doing what she has to do to

survive. You need to do the same.”

“Mom…”

“No. Not this time.” Her tone leaves no space for argument. “Go wash. Put on clean

clothes instead of the spare set you’ve been living in since your shift. Then you come

right back and I’ll have food brought up. Understood?”

I let out a long breath and finally look around. Warriors and leaders lean over

schematics, argue in low voices, make calls, mark locations. They haven’t let up either.

“I’ll reach out the second anything comes in,” Connor tells me, sliding a hand to my

shoulder. “Big or small. I swear.”

I nod once, then force my feet to move.

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In the hallway, my dad catches me before I can get far.

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“Son,” he says, taking me in from head to toe, “you look like you lost a fight with a truck.

Tell me you’re taking a break.”

“I’m not,” I answer immediately. “I’m taking a shower because Mom ordered it.’

“Good,” he says with a grim smile. “Because you stink.”

I try to return the expression, but it doesn’t land. Joy feels like betrayal while Bridget is

out there.

“Go,” Dad adds, more gentle now. “The faster you clean up, the faster you’re back

downstairs. We’ve got this covered.”

I keep walking.

Our room still holds her-caramel-sweet, warm, familiar. The scent hits me like a punch.

I head toward the bed and stop.

Adrian is right in the middle of it, sitting perfectly still in a meditation pose.

I don’t speak. I wait.

She senses me anyway.

“I have to help,” she blurts, words tumbling out too fast. “She was the first person who actually understood me. She didn’t stare at me like I was broken because I don’t-feel the way everyone else does. She just accepted it. She just… got me.”

Tears cut down her face. Her thick curls slide forward as she hides behind her hands.

Adrian does a lot of things. Falling apart out loud isn’t one of them.

I sit beside her and pull her into me, hard, like I can keep her together through sheer

force. I didn’t realize how close they had become. Knowing it now makes the absence

sharper.

“I know you’re trying,” I tell her into her hair. “She’ll come back and you can be as weird

as you want, and she’ll love you for it. She loves all of us. And I will get her back.”

She drags in a shaky breath and leans away just enough to look up. “We will get her

back. She’s family, Ryder. You’re not doing this by yourself.”

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She wipes at one cheek; I wipe the other.

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Then she presses her face to my chest and mumbles, “Also… Ryder, you stink.”

A laugh slips out of me-real, unwanted, but real. For the first time since she was taken,

it doesn’t come with guilt.

“Yeah, yeah,” I say, standing. “That’s why I’m here. I’m getting in the shower.”

I peel off my shirt and toss it her way.

“Oh goddess!” she gasps theatrically, flopping backward like she has been struck.

“Weaponized.”

I turn the water on.

“I’ll leave you to get clean,” she calls. “If I feel anything-anything-I’ll tell you.”

I lean my head out of the bathroom. “Thank you. Please do.”

The door shuts, and the room goes quiet.

Under the spray, memories do what they always do-attack. Bridget in this shower. Her laugh. Her teasing hands. The sounds she made when she wanted me to know exactly what I was doing to her. Every piece of it feels like it belongs to another life.

I finish, dress in black slacks and a black button-down, and move fast.

Back in the war room, I dive straight in. I have been calling in favors across every species

I can name, stacking promises on top of debts, demanding eyes everywhere.

Lord Jude enters with Alpha Patrick. I straighten automatically.

They both shake their heads.

Another site cleared. Another dead end.

My body drops into the chair like it has been unplugged. I pull air in, force it out, then

reach for the next group.

“Portal team,” I order, voice rough. “We’re checking warehouses the king owned. Location is Tulum, Mexico. Vampire and lycan territory. I need spies inside without being

seen.”

Violet doesn’t look up from her paperwork when she speaks. “I can send witches in

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under concealment. In and out. They can sweep the warehouse and report back within

minutes.”

“That’s perfect,” I say. “Get them ready and-”

A faint alarm chirps.

My head snaps up.

Lucas is already standing.

“Gamma Lucas,” I say, moving toward him, heart hammering, “tell me you’ve got

something.”

“We just got a beacon,” he announces, loud enough to freeze the room. “Swiss Alps. It’s

her necklace.”

The screen flashes the signal-and then it’s gone.

“What the hell happened?” I bark. “Did you lock a location? Do we have an exact point?”

“Not exact,” Lucas answers, fingers flying. “It didn’t stay up long enough. We have a

hundred-mile radius.”

“Run it again,” I demand. “All of it. Put it on the 4-D projection.”

People crowd in as the Swiss Alps rise above the table-ice and rock, cliffs and

ridgelines, pockets that could hide anything. Caves. Ruins. Old castles. Too much terrain

we don’t know.

Still, it’s a start.

I throw my mind-link out like a flare. ‘All hands on deck. If you have any history in this section of the Swiss Alps, speak up immediately. Now.”

A knock interrupts.

Whitney.

“This is not the moment for drama,” I snap the second I see her. She flinches back a step.

“I’m not here for that,” she says quickly. “I think I can help. I heard your mind-link.”

My eyes narrow. Whitney and Bridget have already crossed paths once, and it almost.

ended with Whitney dead.

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She walks into the room anyway. The entire war room turns silent as she passes

between them.

“Because at the coronation, when the bombs went off,” she says, voice steady with

something like shame, “she protected me. I was under her shield. I saw the fire above us.

We should have died. We didn’t-because she saved us.”

Whitney lifts her chin. “I owe her. And I think I can pay that debt by helping you find her.”

“Fine,” I say, every muscle coiled. “Talk. But if this wastes my time, I will end you myself.”

Talon’s low growl underlines the threat.

Whitney doesn’t blink. “Swiss Alps. My family has a home there-more fortress than

home. I’m royal blood, and I went there when I was a pup.”

“Where,” I cut in. “Show me.”

Hope spikes so hard it hurts. Her mother and the queen were cousins. If anyone knows

hidden royal properties, it’s her.

She steps up to the table, adjusts the scale, scans the terrain like she’s searching

through memory.

“It’s been years,” she murmurs, “but I remember a river. The name sounded strange to

me as a kid. I called it Clearwater Rowen.” Her finger stops. “The castle is… here.”

She points near the mouth of a waterfall.

Lucas leans in, overlaying beacon data over her mark. “Clearwater Rowen runs through

the Alps,” he says, voice lifting. “And that point is dead center in our beacon radius.”

I turn to Lord Jude.

He’s already nodding. “On it.”

He starts calling his men. Violet shifts instantly, preparing a portal and selecting witches

who can slip in unseen to scout.

“Whitney,” I say, sharp but honest, “thank you. If anything else comes back to you-

anything-tell us.”

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“I’m glad to help, Alpha,” she replies.

Two of my warriors escort her out.

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I mind-link Mason as he leaves with her. ‘Watch her. No calls. No messages. If she’s

right, I’m not letting her warn anyone.’

‘Yes, Alpha. I will monitor her,’ he answers.

I turn back to the table, to the Alps hovering in cold detail.

“Listen up,” I tell the room. “If this holds, we move inside the hour. Everyone stays

ready.”

Delta Pierce hurries in from the archives with a data drive. “Alpha-castle blueprints.”

“Good,” I say as the upload begins. “Now we plan it properly.”

The layout appears, and the room sharpens.

“We hit from every side,” I order. “We surround it, then push in. We confirm the secret

passages and block them first. Lord Jude, you take the secret tunnel. Alpha Nolan, west. Alpha Patrick, north. Montgomery and Alpha Powell, east. My team takes south.”

I let my gaze sweep over every leader, every warrior itching for permission.

“Find my Luna,” I finish, voice like steel. “And keep the king alive. He’s mine.”

They are ready.

And so am I.

I am coming for you, my Luna.

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