The rage that coiled through me was dangerous, primal. My wolf was a storm, barely contained beneath my skin. I paced the length of my office, hands clenching and unclenching as I struggled to rein in the fury threatening to consume me.
Seraphina was gone. My mate. The mother of my child. Taken right from under my protection.
And I knew exactly who was responsible.
"Son, you need to calm down." My father's voice cut through the red haze of my thoughts.
I whirled to face him, aware that my eyes were glowing with Alpha power. "Calm? While that bastard has Seraphina? While my pregnant mate is in his hands?"
Harrison Thorne wheeled his chair closer, unflinching in the face of my rage. "Yes, calm. Because that's what Seraphina needs from you right now. Not this self-indulgent display of temper."
His words hit me like a physical blow. I drew in a ragged breath.
"She's carrying my son," I said, my voice breaking slightly. "And I let her be taken."
