The Alpha's wrath....
Andrea's knuckles were white as he slammed his fist into the wall of his private quarters. The polished marble cracked beneath the force. His Beta, Drew, stood nearby, tense and silent. No one spoke. No one dared. Not when he was about to lose his temper.
She had disappeared.
Vanished before his eyes.
His mate.
Andrea's breathing was ragged, chest heaving as the memory of her scent faded from his senses like smoke in the wind. The bond had snapped into place the second their eyes met—brief, yes, but undeniable.
And then… she was gone.
As much as he hated humans, she was perfect- even beyond perfect.
"Security?" Andrea growled.
"They're sweeping the venue," Drew replied quietly. "No footage. No trail. It's like she was never there."
"That's impossible," Andrea snapped, his voice laced with barely restrained rage. "People don't just vanish."
Drew hesitated. "Unless magic is involved."
Andrea turned sharply.
"What did you say?"
Drew's eyes were dark. "There were whispers. Some of the waitstaff saw cloaked figures leaving through the back garden. No identification, and…" He trailed off.
"And what?" Andrea growled.
"They weren't wolves. And they weren't human."
Andrea's wolf snarled inside him.
"Witches."
"And possibly vampires," Drew added. "The scent trail ends outside the compound wall. Cold. Covered. Someone knew what they were doing."
A deep silence settled over the room.
Andrea felt like he couldn't breathe. His chest tightened in a way he hadn't known was possible. He had found her—finally.
After years of feeling like something was missing. Of faking smiles. Of surviving instead of living. Of following his mother's instructions on a chosen mate. Of agreeing to a very stupid and ridiculous engagement.
And now—
Someone had taken her.
And they were going to pay.
---
Andrea arrived at the pack house with an energy that sent shudders down every warrior's spine. The grand doors slammed open as he stalked inside, his face unreadable, eyes blazing.
His mother was the first to reach him. "Andrea? What happened? The summit—"
"She's gone," he said, voice sharp and broken beyond words.
"Who?"
"My mate."
Gasps rippled through the hall.
His four younger sisters—Leila, Cassia, Ruth, and Mira—emerged from the dining area. Natasha followed a moment later, her expression unreadable until her eyes narrowed slightly.
"You found her?" his mother asked, stunned. "But—"
"She was taken. At the summit. Right before my eyes."
"By who?" Leila whispered.
Andrea looked at Drew, who stepped forward.
"We suspect witches. Possibly vampires. Maybe both."
Natasha stepped forward now, voice cold.
"This is exactly why you shouldn't mix with humans. Look where that's gotten you."
Andrea's head snapped in her direction. "Not. One. Word."
Natasha swallowed, but said nothing more.
His mother looked stricken. "What do you need from us?"
Andrea's gaze swept the room. "Mobilize the scouts. Contact the witch coven in Geneva—discreetly. I want every possible seer in our favor. I want trackers from the east. I don't care what it costs."
"But we have no name. No photo," Ruth murmured.
"I don't need one," Andrea said darkly. "I'll find her. No matter how many realms I have to search."
Mira stepped forward, cautious. "Do you… know who she is?"
"I don't know her name. She is human but she's mine. I felt it. She's the one."
"She's human?" Cassia asked softly in disbelief.
"I don't care," he said, without hesitation. "She belongs to me."
---
That night, Andrea stood on the northern balcony, overlooking the forest that bordered his pack lands. The moon was high, silver light brushing his features.
His mother stepped beside him, silent for a long moment.
"Do you remember what I told you?" she asked quietly.
"That love can come even when fate doesn't plan it."
She nodded. "You were lucky. Fate gave you both."
Andrea didn't respond.
"She's out there," his mother said. "And if anyone can tear down kingdoms to find her… it's you."
Andrea's jaw tightened. "She's probably scared. Alone. Surrounded by monsters. And I wasn't fast enough."
His mother placed a hand on his shoulder. "You will be."
Andrea turned, eyes glowing gold in the moonlight.
"I'm going to bring her home," he whispered.
"Even if I have to burn the world to do it."