Ex-Alpha's Regret: Siren's Comeback novel Chapter 48

POV: Damian

"Nothing, Alpha." My head tracker knelt before me, his voice laced with a fear I had never heard from him before. He wouldn't meet my eyes. "It's like they were ghosts. No tracks, no scent trail, no tire marks on any of the access roads. The surveillance logs from that entire sector were wiped clean between 0400 and 0415 hours. We're dealing with the best."

I slammed my fist onto the solid oak table in my office, splitting the wood down the middle. "Useless!" I roared, the sound more animal than man.

Rage and panic were a toxic cocktail in my veins, making it hard to breathe. My control, the iron discipline that had defined my rule, was shattering. Conventional methods had failed. Which meant I had only one option left. The most primal. The most painful.

I closed my eyes, forcing a semblance of calm over my raging thoughts, and reached deep inside myself, into the raw, gaping wound where the mate bond used to be. I began to track the echo, the ghost of the connection. It was excruciating, like chasing a whisper through a hurricane, like trying to grasp smoke. It felt like pressing on a fresh wound, sending waves of spiritual agony through me. But at the very edge of that void, there was a faint, lingering trace of her. A single, near-invisible thread, pulling me forward.

"Damian, you can't keep doing this to yourself!" Sylvie grabbed my arm, her voice tight with an emotion I had never heard from her before: a mixture of jealousy and genuine fear. Her carefully constructed world was cracking. "Look at yourself! You're tearing yourself apart for a woman who betrayed you! Nico is upstairs, crying for his father! He needs you!"

She was in there.

I raised my hand, signaling my guards to fan out and surround the building.