Zyair
There wasn’t much information there, but two things caught my eye and shattered my composure. Could Alpha be behind my daughter’s kidnapping?
With such strong Alpha’s ties, who would dare take soone under his care but him? Or it could have been his enemy, who kidnapped Zara, thinking she was his mate, as the dia recently reported, and that she was also living in his house.
If Alpha wanted to harm my daughter, he had plenty of ti to do it. He wouldn’t be so stupid as to kidnap her and then bla himself. Because the police and dia usually suspect the guy first.
My head was swirling with questions, and I knew I’d find most of the answers in Alpha. It was ti to et him and find out what he had to say about how he failed to protect my daughter.
But the threat kept ringing in my head. Why can’t we just get rid of these shadows of the past, and how much more of them do we have to endure?
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Alpha Kane
I had to follow the police to the station, file a formal report about Zara’s kidnapping, and give a statent.
As per standard procedure, they took my fingerprints and a video from my phone, after which they returned it. The process of tracing the number began imdiately.
I was asked to go ho but remain where I was. If the kidnapper provided any more video, the police were to be notified.
The apartnt beca a no-go zone, so I left Kaysir there in case her family arrived; he was to bring them to . I returned ho just after dawn.
When I entered, my mother was pacing the living room, clearly agitated, and Asbela stood to the side, trying to calm her down.
"Kane, where have you been? Where is Zara?" my mother peppered with questions, never taking her eyes off .
Wearily, I crawled closer to her, put my arm around her shoulders, and pulled her close. Closing my eyes, I tried to find so semblance of peace, but I was overwheld by anxiety and uncertainty about the future.
"Kane, talk to ." Mom gently stroked my back, but her voice trembled.
"Soone kidnapped Zara, Mom... Soone stole her."
These words nearly choked . I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping the moisture pooled in them wouldn’t leak out. Asbela gasped, but Mom silently pulled away from and wrapped her arms tightly around my shoulders.
Determination flashed across her face as she looked straight in the eye.
"How?"
My gaze shifted to Asbela, who was on the verge of a breakdown, so I waved her off, shaking my head, wanting to be alone with Mom.
Once we had the privacy we needed, I began telling her the whole truth. How I’d forced Zara to sign the contract to avoid being questioned about the marriage, and also to avoid eting my asshole cousin Cassidy.
How I’d toyed with her emotions and ultimately broken her heart, yet continued to maintain this relationship. My mother’s face twisted and froze, but she didn’t interrupt my story.
I also told her that I had feelings for her, but she hated for breaking her heart and thought I was probably stalking her. I told her everything about Zara’s pregnancy.
These were our secrets, and I wasn’t going to reveal them until Zara wanted to. She listened quietly and calmly before beginning.
"First, I want to hit you, Kane, for becoming such a cold person, unable to recognize feelings. I never wanted you to be like that. But I will refrain, because I am also to bla. I pushed you toward Cassidy without understanding what you wanted." She took a deep breath, and I saw her struggling to hold back tears.
"Secondly, you are Toledo. This snake around your neck symbolizes principles. The ti has co to embrace the role you were born to play. Strength will help you reclaim it; these resources will be useful in finding it."
I fully agreed, realizing that this mont was vital for . I no longer feared this situation. This was mine, and it was up to how to use this strength.
Before I could respond, a commotion erupted outside. Our attention was diverted when Kaysir ran inside and announced to , "Miss Luna’s family is here."
My mother and I imdiately rose from our seats and left. A feeling of nervousness had sohow overco .
This was not at all how I had imagined eting her family. We stepped out, and right before us stood a man, a legend who had single-handedly changed the balance of power.
He wore classic black trousers and a formal blue shirt. His gray hair was slicked back, and he faced , his eyes a replica of Zara’s.
I saw the resemblance; she had inherited her father’s features. Next to him stood a young man, Ryan, who seed to have inherited his father’s hair and height, but his features were different. They weren’t as rugged, or perhaps they were still developing.
They were accompanied by Sophia and Govinda.
"Mr. Kincaid!" I nodded gratefully and extended my hand for a handshake.
His piercing gaze bored into , his gaze uneasy, as if he could peer into my soul, before he pulled his hand back for a mont.
"My daughter, I need to know what happened. How did you lose her?" he asked with the calm of a perfectionist. Even in such a difficult situation, his emotions were so controlled.
"Mr. Kincaid, let’s sit down and talk." Mom smiled, but it was a strained smile, and greeted them.
Ryan approached first.
"Hello! The police wouldn’t let us into the apartnt; it was sealed, and they weren’t providing much information. But we’d like to know anything that might help us find her," he asked rationally, while Zayer remained skeptical, staring at , just like the girl.
"Let’s sit down and talk, and I’ll explain everything." I invited them in again, and the boy escorted his father to a seat.
Once everyone was settled, I told them... I told them that soone was following Zara. The tension in the air was almost palpable, and I was choked by the sound, her family’s anxiety growing.
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