Chapter 180
Alexander’s POV
The driver hesitated, clearly confused. “Sir? We’re almost home…”
“I said stop,” I repeated, my tone leaving no room for argument.
The SUV pulled smoothly to the curb, engine still humming. Carefully, I lifted Thea’s small body from my lap
and placed her gently on the leather seat.
“Alpha Alexander,” Jeremy began cautiously, “are you going after that woman now?”
Jeremy, ever observant after five years as my assistant, immediately understood what I was planning.
I remained silent, my decision already made.
“This video conference is crucial,” Jeremy continued. “You’ve already delayed it by several hours, and the other
parties aren’t happy. If you miss it entirely…”
He trailed off, I understood the implications.
After a moment’s consideration, he offered, “How about this—you take Thea home and make the conference,
and I’ll handle retrieving the woman? You’d still be on schedule.”
“No.” My voice was firm, my expression unchanging. The idea of Jeremy handling this situation in my place
was… unacceptable.
I couldn’t explain why, even to myself, but my wolf was restless beneath my skin, demanding that 1—and only I
-find her.
Jeremy studied my face and wisely abandoned his attempt to persuade me. “Alright, I understand.”
“Our contacts just reported she’s been taken aboard a yacht that’s already left the dock. They’re sending photos
shortly–I’ll forward them as soon as I receive them.”
“Good.” I reached for the door handle.
“Alpha Alexander,” Jeremy called quickly, “let me come with you.”
“Take Thea home first.” Without waiting for his response, I stepped out and closed the door behind me.
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As the SUV pulled away, my phone chimed with an incoming message. The image showed a sleek white yacht cutting through dark water, distant figures visible on deck. My jaw tightened as I forwarded the photo to Ethan
and dialed his number.
The call connected amid a cacophony of voices and the distinctive sound of poker chips clacking together.
“Well, well, look who’s calling at this hour,” Ethan drawled. “What can I do for you, boss man?”
My patience was already paper–thin. “I just sent you a photo. I need everything about that yacht–owners, destination, purpose. Complete and accurate intel.”
“Ethan!” I heard someone call in the background. “It’s your turn!”
“Not now, not now,
,” he muttered away from the phone. The background noise gradually faded as he presumably moved to a quieter location. “Alpha, I received the photo. Nice boat. Why do you need information
on this particular vessel?”
The wind picked up, rustling through my hair and tugging at my clothes.
“Stop wasting my time,” I said coldly. “You have five minutes.”
Without waiting for his response, I ended the call and pulled out a cigarette.
I didn’t smoke often–only when I felt control slipping through my fingers.
Lighting it, breathing it in, gave me just enough clarity to keep from breaking something.
Five minutes passed with excruciating slowness. I had nearly finished my cigarette when my phone rang.
“Alpha,” Ethan’s voice had lost all its earlier casualness. “That’s no ordinary yacht you’re looking at. It’s the
Midnight Siren, owned by Alpha Lucien Cross.”
My body went rigid at the name.Lucien Cross–Alpha of the Blackspire Pack.
Him. Again.
I’d dealt with him more times than I cared to remember, and every encounter only deepened my hatred for the
bastard.
We were enemies in every sense of the word.
And though I hated to admit it–even to myself–he was Thea’s father.
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The man who had hidden her mother, Lyra, away from the world for reasons he still refused to explain.
Lucien had his hands in every kind of illegal trade imaginable: weapons, drugs, blood contracts.
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But what made him truly dangerous was his most profitable venture–the trafficking of rare Omegas and
females with unique bloodlines.
“The yacht departed about twenty minutes ago,” Ethan continued. “According to my sources, it’s heading to
international waters for some kind of… exclusive event.”
“An auction,” I stated rather than asked, the cigarette between my fingers snapping in half as my hand
clenched involuntarily.
“Yes,” Ethan confirmed grimly. “A very private, very exclusive auction. Invitation only, with buyers flying in
from around the world. We’re talking collectors willing to pay millions for… unique specimens.”
*Let me out,* Orion growled, his voice a low rumble inside my head. *Let me tear them apart.
Orion snarled viciously beneath my skin, making my vision flash amber for a brief moment.
I clenched my fists, jaw tight, trying to hold onto control–but the line between us was thinning fast.
“She’s not ours,” I snapped inwardly. “Calm down, Orion.”
But even as I said it, something inside me twisted–tight and unfamiliar.
Was it the thought of her being paraded in front of those monsters?
Sold like property to the highest bidder?
Why did that thought ignite something so raw, so feral in me?
I have to figure this out–and something tells me she’s at the center of it all.
“Get me a boat,” I ordered, my voice deadly calm despite the rage building inside. “East enough to intercept the
Midnight Siren before it reaches international waters.”
“Already on it,” Ethan replied, his typing audible through the phone. “There’s a speedboat available at Marina Bay, fifteen minutes from your location. I’m sending coordinates now.”
“And Alpha?” Ethan’s voice turned uncharacteristically serious. “Cross has at least eight heavily armed guards on that yacht, maybe more. This won’t be easy.”
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A cold smile touched my lips as I crushed out what remained of my cigarette. “For them.”
“I’ll meet you at the marina with weapons and backup.”
“No,” I said sharply. “This is personal. I go alone.”
“Alpha Alexander-”
“That’s an order, Beta.” The Alpha command slipped into my voice.
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After a brief silence, Ethan sighed. “As you wish. But the boat will be fully equipped, and I’ll have a team on standby if things go sideways.”
I ended the call and flagged down a passing taxi. As I slid into the backseat and gave the driver directions to Marina Bay.
The taxi sped through the night as I checked my watch. The yacht had less than an hour’s head start. By my calculation, I would intercept them just before they reached international waters–the point of no return.
My phone buzzed with a message from Ethan: “Boat ready. Access code 7742. Weapons in storage compartment under helm.”
Good. I wouldn’t need much time.
Just enough to paint Lucien Cross’s precious yacht red.
Crystal D. Author
Dear readers, to make the plot flow more smoothly, I’ve made some minor adjustments and
polish to the first few chapters. If you have time, remember to go back and read them–you might discover some different clues!
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