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Chapter 319
~Storm’s POV~
It happened fast when a white cloth soaked in sothing was pressed against my nose and mouth.
I thrashed, trying to push him away, but his grip was strong and my vision blurred.
The last thing I saw before everything went dark was his face.
Smiling.
Like he had won.
I winced at the headache splitting my brain and blinked. And now, I was here.
Sowhere dark. Sowhere cold.
And I was alone without my mom, my daddy Snow, and Auntie Zara. I couldn’t save her either. I hope Daddy Snow will.
I spent a few minutes like that while my head hurt.
My arms felt heavy, and my mouth was dry like I had eaten too many crackers without water.
I pushed myself up slowly, blinking at the dim light around . The room slt weird—like rust and sothing old and rotten. The floor beneath was rough, cold stone, and there were thick tal bars in front of .
It was annoying that the man who claid to be my father kept in a cage—a dungeon.
I panicked, but I swallowed it down. Daddy Snow always said panicking made people stupid. And I wasn’t stupid.
I was smart. I was trained. I was Snow Zephyr’s son. So I needed to think. What would Daddy Snow do?
My fingers twitched as I reached into my pocket for my phone.
If I could just call Dad—
My heart dropped. It was gone.
I patted my pockets again, frantically checking every inch of my pants. Nothing.
No. No, no, no.
I bit my lip hard, trying to think. Had it fallen out? Maybe when he carried ? Or—
The sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor. Heavy. Slow. It was coming closer. I clenched my fists as a figure appeared outside the bars.
Him.
He stood there, hands in his pockets, his dark eyes gleaming like he had already won so kind of prize.
"My na is Kane," he said smoothly, tilting his head slightly. "Nice to et you, son."
I stared at him, refusing to speak. He smirked, pulling sothing from his pocket.
When I looked closer I realised what it was. My phone.
"Looking for this?" he asked, holding it up between two fingers.
I tensed, my jaw clenching.
He shook his head, laughing under his breath. "Nah. I figured you were smart. You had to be, considering you have my genes."
I narrowed my eyes.
In my head, I scoffed.
"You an, I have my mother’s genes, and I was trained well by Daddy Snow, dumbass."
But I didn’t say it out loud.
Because smart wolves don’t poke sleeping bears.
And right now, I needed to be very, very smart.
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~Aira’s POV~
I sat on the edge of my bed as my mind felt like it was becoming an endless loop of fear and regret.
Storm. My baby. My heart.
He was gone.
I had scread, cried, and begged for answers. But nothing. Nothing made the agony of his disappearance any less crushing. Snow had promised he would find him, but the waiting, the uncertainty—it was killing .
Then, my phone buzzed.
I barely glanced at it at first, assuming it was Snow or Zade with an update. But then I saw it.
A ssage.
And a picture.
My stomach turned as I clicked it open.
There, on the cold, hard ground lay my son. Unconscious. His small body curled up, his face pale, his tiny hands tucked close to his chest like he was trying to keep warm.
My breath caught, a sharp, painful gasp escaping my lips. And then I saw the text beneath the picture.
"My son is finally with his father."
No. No. No. No.
Tears blurred my vision as my fingers trembled over my screen. I tried to call the number imdiately, but it wouldn’t connect.
"Co on, co on!" I hissed, trying again. The line stayed dead.
I swallowed hard, my chest heaving. My hands shook so badly I could barely type as I texted back.
"Give back my son."
I waited.
Seconds felt like hours.
Then, my phone buzzed again.
Another ssage.
"If you want to see him again, how about a reunion, mate? Co to this address."
A location link followed.
I stared at it, my heart pounding so hard I could hear the rush of blood in my ears. This was it. My chance.
Without wasting a second, I grabbed my hoodie, yanked it over my head, and bolted out of the room.
I didn’t think. I didn’t hesitate.
Because nothing—nothing—would stop from getting my son back.
Minutes later, my hands were tight around the steering wheel, my foot pressing hard against the gas pedal as I sped down the dark road.
Storm.
I had to get to him. I didn’t care what it took, didn’t care what I had to do. Kane had my son, and I wouldn’t waste another second waiting.
With one hand, I grabbed my phone and quickly typed out a ssage to Zade.
Aira:I have to get my son back.
I didn’t wait for a response. Didn’t care if he tried to stop .
As I tossed my phone onto the passenger seat, it buzzed again.
I glanced at the screen, expecting Zade, but my chest tightened when I saw the na.
Mom.
I swallowed hard, my breath shaky as I pressed the answer button and put her on speaker.
"Mom." My voice was already breaking.
"Aira," she breathed, relief and worry mixing in her tone. "Baby, are you okay? I just heard—oh, Goddess, Aira, tell you’re safe!"
Tears welled in my eyes, but I forced myself to keep them at bay. "I’m fine, Mom."
"You don’t sound fine," she accused gently. "Snow told us what happened. Where are you? Are you ho?"
I hesitated, my fingers tightening around the wheel. "No."
"Aira..." She exhaled sharply. "Tell you’re not doing sothing reckless."
I pressed my lips together. She already knew.
"Mom," my voice cracked, "he has my son."
A silence stretched over the line before she whispered, "I know, sweetheart."
I blinked hard, gripping the wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. "Then you understand why I have to go."
"Aira, listen to —"
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