_Chase's POV_I held Elodie close, her trembling body pressed against mine. Her scream still echoed in my mind, and I could feel her fear pulsing through her veins.I ground my teeth so hard I subconsciously thought there were going to sink into my gum.I had my arms wrapped around her in a tight hug, but for the first time, there wasn’t much comfort I could provide as she shook like a leaf on a winter night.Who could have sent such a twisted gift? I had my eyes fixed on the trash can where I’d tossed it like if I stared at it long enogh, I could conjure the sender up and separate them limb by limb.Elodie's eyes were wide, her pupils dilated and wet with tears, as she stared at the spot where the box had lain."Shh, it's okay," I whispered, my voice soft and soothing. "You're safe now."But she couldn't shake off the horror.Her body shook, her teeth chattering, as she clung to me.My heart broke into a million pieces.She didn’t belong to this world. She didn’t belong to my world,
Two weeks had passed since our return from Bora Bora, and I'd barely seen Chase. His duties as Alpha consumed him, especially with the rising cases of feral wolves. Our pack was on high alert, and the tension was thick.Security around the house had tightened visibly. Guards patrolled the grounds in turns, their eyes scanning the area for any sign of danger. I never ventured out, less because I was content to stay within the safety of our walls, and more because Chase had pleaded with me on the dangers that lurked outside.He looked so scared and I didn’t want to be another pile of burden on his shoulders, so I stayed put.But this morning was different.As I woke, I felt Chase's warmth beside me. His head resting on my stomach, his body nestled between my legs, his hands on either sides of me, holding me close. I looked down to face him, surprised, because he was already out of the house before I opened my eyes these days."Chase, you're still here," I whispered, my voice laced with
_Chase's POV_I emerged from the damp, dimly lit cellblock, the stench of wet fur and desperation clinging to me, their snarls and howls as I left the cell, ringing loudly in my ears. Another feral werewolf locked away, a temporary solution to a growing problem.Laila's antidote that once alleviated my worries, now seemed to have lost its potency. We'd tried everything to revive its effectiveness, but nothing worked. Locking them up was our only option, a stopgap measure until we found a new solution, because putting them out just like we’d done the first one about two weeks ago, would only send our pack into extinction faster than the lone wolf would.As I walked into the bright sunlight, I squinted my eyes from the harsh rays as Gideon approached me, his expression grim."Alpha, we've got nothing on the lone wolf," he said, his voice laced with frustration.My anger simmered, threatening to boil over. "What do you mean 'nothing'?" I growled.Gideon hesitated. "We've tracked every l
I slowly opened my eyes, grogginess clouding my mind like a thick fog that refused to lift. I blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the darkness in the room.The only source of light came from a tiny window at the top of the wall, and that was the only indicator of the time of day it was.It was night.The air reeked of dampness and decay, a putrid smell that churned my stomach and made my skin crawl. As I blinked, trying to clear the haze, my gaze fell upon the cold, unforgiving stone walls that seemed to close in around me, suffocating me.Panic set in, its icy fingers wrapping around my heart, squeezing tight. My mind raced, desperately trying to recall how I ended up in this godforsaken place, and the memory came to me in fragmented pieces. The last thing I remembered was shopping with Margaret, laughing and carefree, and then...nothing. The void in my memory was terrifying, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t fill it.My eyes scanned the cramped cell, taking in the iron
_Chase’s POV_I stormed through the empty halls of my mansion, my footsteps echoing off the marble floors. A small part of me wished that she would be running down the stairs, laughing and jumping on me like she usually did whenever I got back home, but the silence was deafening, a harsh reminder of her absence. She was really gone. The reality struck a painful chord within me.Twenty-four hours. It had been twenty-four agonizing hours since she vanished.My eyes scanned the deserted rooms, searching for any sign of life, anything that would pull me out of this nightmare. But there was nothing, just the faint scent of her that lingered in the air.No trace of her laughter, no whisper of her voice. The void was suffocating, and I felt like my heart was being ripped right out of my chest.I slammed my fist onto the kitchen counter, the granite cracking beneath my rage. The sound resonated through the stillness, a futile attempt to release the pent-up fury.How could they take her from
I've lost count of the seconds. Time blurs together in this darkness. In fact, time didn’t exist in this void. The tiny, cramped space of this cell was suffocating box, and I couldn’t help but think my captor wanted me to die of suffocation first. Or hunger.My stomach growled, protesting the emptiness. How long since I've eaten? The memories of Chase's warmth as he fed me meals I now realized how much I’d under-appreciated, of laughter and love, taunt me. Hunger pangs pierce my belly like knives.Anxiety crawled under my skin, a relentless itch that I couldn’t reach. Will anyone find me? Does Chase even know I'm gone? Of course he does! That’s the only thing keeping me above water. The thought of him, searching, hoping, keeps me sane, keeps me from drowning in despair, and keeps me from closing my eyes and never opening them.But the silence is deafening. No footsteps. No voices. No rescue. Reminding me I was trapped in this nightmare alone with no way to come out of it.Depression w
I stared at Hailey, my mind reeling from the shock. Her smile grew, and she stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with a wicked light."You're wondering how, aren't you, Elodie?" she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "How could your best friend do this to you?"I nodded, my throat dry.Hailey's laughter sent shivers down my spine. "Let me tell you a little story, Elodie. A story of love, rejection, and betrayal."She paused, her eyes flashing with anger."My sister, Heather, was madly in love with Chase. She couldn't see anyone else, only him. But you know what he did? He rejected her, Elodie. He crushed her heart, and she couldn't take it."Hailey's voice cracked, but her eyes remained cold.My mind worked overtime, trying to see the connection between Chase and this woman in front of me, and the more she spoke, the more confused I got."You know what she did after that? She killed herself, Elodie. My beautiful sister, gone because of Chase's rejection."I gasped, horror-stricken.
_Chase’s POV_I paced back and forth in my office, my mind racing with every possible scenario. Four agonizing days had passed since Elodie's disappearance, and the silence was suffocating. I hadn’t slept a wink. I hadn’t had a morsel of food go down my throat. I couldn’t do anything. I was consumed by thoughts of my girl.I was losing my damn mind not being able to find her or do anything, and I had never felt as worthless as I did at that moment.My office, once a sanctuary, now felt like a prison. The walls seemed to close in on me, the shadows cast by the flickering lamps twisting into menacing shapes. Every tick of the clock was a reminder that time was slipping away, that Elodie's trail was growing colder by the minute.I roughly undid my tie, tossing it to the side as if that was the root cause of all of my problems.I slammed my fist onto the desk, the wood cracking under the force. The sound echoed through the room, a testament to my growing frustration at the gnawing silenc