He drove to our house at breakneck speed, almost crashing twice. His tires squealed as he skidded into the driveway.
As he rushed through the front door, he felt a chill run through his bones. Mason, our beta housekeeper, stopped him in the foyer.
“Alpha, we didn’t expect—”
Dylan grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off the ground. “Where is she?” When did she arrive here?”
“Yesterday afternoon,” Mason choked, clawing at Dylan’s iron grip. “She-she took some clothes, her mother’s pendant, and-”
Dylan dropped him and dashed up the stairs to our bedroom, where the closet doors were open, half of my clothes had vanished, and my jewellery box lay empty on the dresser, the velvet lining torn where I’d ripped out the false bottom that concealed my emergency funds.
The scent of my perfume lingered in the air, but it was fading; I hadn’t been there for hours.
When he noticed a small silver envelope propped against the mirror, he tore it open with shaking hands and pulled out a formal document with the Alpha Council’s seal.
“Application for Mate Bond Severance.”
My signature appeared at the bottom, already stamped with the Council’s approval.
Dylan stumbled backward until his legs hit the bed and he collapsed onto it, letting out a strangled sound that was part howl and part sob.
“No,” he whispered, then said loudly, “NO!”
He clutched his chest as the realisation hit him: I was gone, and the bond would be severed within days.
“Find her!”he roared, the Alpha command infusing his voice with supernatural power that reverberated through the entire pack territory. Pack members doubled over in pain at the force of it.” SEARCH EVERYWHERE! EVERY TERRITORY! EVERY PORT!”
The sound of running feet came from downstairs, and wolves scrambled to obey.
“Alpha!” Elijah appeared in the doorway, his face pale. “There is something else you should know. “We found this in the kitchen.”
He held out divorce papers with my signature prominently displayed on the bottom.
How could this be possible? His Amelia would not leave him, would not break their bond; there must be a misunderstanding!
Dylan ripped the papers in half, quarters, and eighths, throwing the pieces into the air.
“Dispatch every available wolf,” he ordered, his voice dead calm now, “and request favours from allied packs. I want roadblocks, airport checks, and harbour patrols. Ten million to whoever returns her to me unharmed.”
Maon nodded frantically: “Yes, Alpha. “Right away.”
Dylan reached for his phone once more, dialling Mabel’s number. “Get the boy out of sight,” he said when she answered. “If Amelia learns about him and thinks that’s why she left…”
He couldn’t even complete the sentence.
“But how about the ceremony?” Mabel enquired. “Everyone is waiting. Your announcement —
“Cancel everything,” Dylan demanded. “My mate is missing. Nothing else matters.”
He hung up and walked to the window, staring out at the territory that felt strangely empty without me.
“I’ll find you, Amelia,” he whispered. “No matter where you’ve gone. No matter how far you run. I’ll bring you home.”
My crystal healing shop is located near the ocean. Every day, as I sketch new designs by the window, I see a vast blue expanse stretching to the horizon.
The azure waters blend seamlessly with the sky, as seabirds soar and dive for fish. The view is breathtaking due to its simplicity.
