Chapter 19
The Fenwicks were restrained in their chairs by Theron’s guards, their faces drained of all color.
Theron loomed over them, his Alpha presence suffocating as his eyes burned like ice.
“Where the hell is Nyra?”
Nyra’s mother’s lips quivered as she stammered: “That ungrateful chick took the money and disappeared! Thirty million dollars-every cent! She’s been nothing but trouble since she was born, and now she has the audacity to turn her back on her own pack…”
“Shut the fuck up!” Theron’s fist crashed into the desk, the sound reverberating through the room. “You don’t get to talk about my mate!”
His Beta burst through the door carrying a thick manila folder.
“Alpha, I’ve got the full report.”
Theron snatched the file and flipped through it, his expression growing more murderous with each page.
syra had been abandoned in the outer territories from birth. For over twenty years, her parents never visited once, never sent a dime-she survived on her
anny’s pittance, who almost was her grandma.
At age five, Nyra nearly died from a 104-degree fever. Her nanny called desperately for help, but her mother hung up every time. The pack doctor said another en minutes and they would have lost her…
ylvae got extravagant birthday celebrations every year while Nyra didn’t even own a proper winter coat…
Great. Just fucking great.” Theron’s voice turned lethal as he hurled the file at the trembling parents. “What kind of monsters abandon their own pup?”
lyra’s father flinched as papers scattered around him, still trying to defend himself: “We gave her life, kept her fed-what more did she need?”
Kept her fed?” Theron grabbed the man by his throat. “Every piece of clothing she owned was charity from neighbors! What was she to you-just a convenient tand-in for your precious firstborn?”
[e released his grip with disgust and snarled at his guards: “Lock them in the basement. Give them the full treatment until they’re ready to tell me everything.”
Theron Ashgrave! You can’t do this!” Nyra’s mother shrieked. “We’re her family!”
heron’s laugh was cold: “Now you want to claim her as family?”
s the guards hauled them away, the study door exploded inward.
yivae charged in, panic written across her face: “Theron! Have you lost your mind? Let my parents go!”
heron studied her with cold calculation: “Done pretending, Sylvae?”
ylvae went rigid, then completely snapped: “Fine! Yes, I’m Sylvae Fenwick! So what? That worthless imopostor never deserved to be Luna anyway! She’s just ome nobody from the sticks-why should she get what belongs to me?”
RACK!
he backhand sent Sylvae reeling, her hand flying to her burning cheek.
That’s for what you put your sister through.” Theron’s wolf was practically snarling. “Your entire family disgusts me.”
sylvae suddenly broke into manic laughter; “Oh, that’s rich! Playing the protective mate now? How did you treat her for three years? Stuck her in a guest room ike hired help, paraded your Omega whore around, threw her in a goddamn ice lake!”
Her eyes turned vicious: “Cut the bullshit, cheater! She vanished and you didn’t even notice for weeks-you don’t know shit about her!”
The words hit Theron, his wolf howling in anguish.
“Where is she?” His voice was barely recognizable.
Sylvae wiped blood from her split lip, smiling with malice: “Gone forever. And you’ll never track her down.”
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Theron’s hands shot to her throat, but seeing her face-that face identical to Nyra’s-his grip faltered.
“Get out of my pack.” He turned away, his voice hollow with exhaustion. “That face bought you mercy. Don’t let me see you again.”
Sylvae crumpled to the floor, gasping but still laughing coldly: “You earned this… you fucking earned this…”
Theron didn’t look back.
His phone buzzed with a message from an encrypted number:
‘Alpha, found something. Nyra Fenwick boarded a flight to Eastern Territory two weeks ago.
Theron’s blood went cold.
‘Book me the next flight out. Now.
