The Luna’s Choice (Theo and Ayla) by Kat Silver novel Chapter 123

Chapter 123: Theo 

I was racing down the freeway. Weaving through traffic. Driving on the shoulder when necessary. 

“Ayla, don’t go inside,” I begged. “I’m twenty minutes away.” 

I heard a car door shut on the other end of the line. I knew she was going into the house. 

“Ayla, stay out of there,” I yelled. 

“Ma! Kylee!” I heard Ayla calling through the house over and over. 

“Ayla,” I kept trying to get her attention. 

“Theo,” she finally responded, “they’re not here. Something’s not right.” 

“Okay, baby, I need you to get out of the house,” I urged. “I’m almost there.” 

Ayla cried out suddenly. I heard struggling sounds on the line. 

“Ayla,” I yelled. 

The call went quiet before cutting out. 

I gunned the engine, pushing as fast as I possibly could without ensuring I crashed on the way there. Twenty minutes may have been generous, but I made it. Skidding into the yard on two wheels. Launching myself out of the car and sprinting into the house. Something in me knew she wasn’t there, but I ignored it. Calling out to her as I checked every inch of the house. 

There was no sign of her. 

How could the Waar Pak have found her? 

No, it couldn’t be them. I ran back out to the car and got my phone. 

“Where the fuck is he?” I demanded when Pierce answered. “I don’t want a war, Pierce, but he just fucking started one if you don’t tell me where the hell she is.” 

“Whoa, Theo,” Pierce said, “if you mean Ayla, she’s not here. She left hours ago.” 

“I know, but your psycho Alpha followed her. He took her and you’re going to tell me where the fuck he is,” I replied. 

“Hold on. Ayla’s been kidnapped?” Pierce asked. 

“I was talking to her when he grabbed her,” I said. 

“Theo, Kingston is right here with me,” he replied. “He has been since she left. This wasn’t him.” 

My mind didn’t want to believe him, but my gut told me he was telling 

the truth. 

“Send me the address,” Pierce insisted. “I’m on my way.” 

He hung up before I could protest. That’s when I saw it. 

Tucked under the wiper of the car Ayla was driving was a blue envelope. 

I ripped it off, pulling the card out. 

I told her she was mine. 

I told her I would come for her. 

Give up. 

You’ll never find us in time to stop me. 

I’m her true mate. 

It took everything I had not to tear the message to pieces as rage filled every inch of my b*dy. I called Briggs. 

“He took her,” I rushed. “Get a team to Marie’s house, now.‘ 

“What? How did the Waar Pak find her?” he asked. 

“It’s not the Waar Pak,” I said. “It’s her stalker. The bastard took Kylee and Marie, too. He was waiting for her. There’s no scent. Just a 

message. 

“And you’re sure this guy isn’t working with the Waar Pak?” 

“Not entirely,” I replied. “But the Waar Pak want Ayla dead. This guy just wants her. He’s infatuated with her.” The next thought almost had me on my knees. “Briggs, he’s going to mark her.‘ 

“We won’t let that happen, man,” Briggs insisted. “Keep your head, Theo. Start looking. We’re coming.” 

I went into the house after hanging up. I inhaled, concentrating on the scents in the air. Ayla’s was the first my mind registered. My senses honing in on her instinctually. I followed her path through the house. I found the phone she had been using on the floor near the dining room. I bent down to pick it up and noticed a syringe. Using a towel, I picked it up, smelling the contents. 

It had a chemical smell, but it didn’t cover the faint hint of wolfsbane.