Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Novel

091 The Pictures +25 Bonus The Pictures DAMIEN'S POV The phone felt like a live wire in my hand. Leon's voice-calm, casual, like he had any right to be calling me- made my wolf snarl so loud I tasted blood. "Be fast," I snapped. "I don't have time." A soft chuckle came through the line. "I know your fiancée is pretty and all-" I growled-low, dangerous, the sound vibrating through the speaker. "Watch it." "Chill, man," he said quickly, almost laughing. "I'm not trying to step on toes. I just...heard she had a fall today during PE. Twisted her ankle pretty bad.

I was gonna check on her after class, make sure she was okay, but then I saw her getting into this strange guy's car." My heart slammed against my ribs. "Strange guy?" I repeated, voice dangerously quiet. "Yeah. Black. Tinted windows. Looked official, but...I don't know. Something felt off. She got in, the car pulled away, and that was it. I didn't think much of it at first, but I'm kinda worried now. I tried calling her number but it didn't go through. Is she home yet?" The question hit like a punch to the gut. Another man worrying about my mate. My responsibility. My everything.

The thought of some college kid-Leon, of all people-checking on her, thinking about her safety, made my skin crawl. That was my job. Mine. Silence stretched between us. Thick. Heavy. I hated that I needed anything from him. Hated that he might actually have something useful. Finally, I forced the words out. "She's not home." Another pause. "Do you happen to know where she is?" I asked, trying to be as calm as possible. "That's why I'm calling you," he said, voice dropping lower, more serious. "I got a really bad feeling about that dude who picked her up.

So I took a photo of his plate number." The room tilted. My breath stopped. 1/5 091 The Pictures +25 Bonus "Say that again." "I took a picture of his car. The license plate. Thought it might be useful if... you know. If something was wrong." My heart was hammering so hard I thought it might crack my ribs. "Send it to me." "Why?" Leon asked, suddenly cautious. "Is everything okay? Is Rose doing okay?" I growled again-deeper this time. "Just send it." A beat. Then: "Fine. Sent it. Call me when she's home safe, yeah?" Not a chance in hell.

I wasn't going to call some guy and say hey my fiancee is home you can call her now. Not happening. But for now...I had to be nice because what if the picture he took is the only way I could find my mate. "Fine," I ground out through clenched teeth. The line went dead. I opened the message immediately. Three photos. Close-up of the rear plate. Clear. Sharp. Black BMW, tinted windows. My hands were shaking so badly I almost dropped the phone. "MATTEO!" I roared his name. The door flew open so fast, Matteo rushed in almost tripping, eyes wide. I shoved the phone at him.

"Check this plate number. Find out where this car is. Now. Someone from Rose's school took this picture-hurry." He didn't question. Didn't hesitate. Just grabbed the phone and ran to the nearest terminal. Fingers flew across the keyboard. Screens lit up with databases-DMV records, traffic cams, private plate trackers we paid a fortune for. The room filled with the low hum of cooling fans and the rapid click of keys. I stood there, chest heaving, staring at the frozen photos on the screen. The black car. The tinted windows. The man who'd taken my mate. My hands shook.

Rage and fear twisted together until I couldn't tell them apart. 2/5 091 The Pictures MY +25 Bonus I paced behind him like a caged animal. Every second felt like a lifetime. My chest was so tight I could barely draw breath. Rose. My Rose. Taken. Drugged. Gone. The images kept flashing-her in that gym, ankle snapping, healing too fast. The girls' smirks. The fake limp she'd faked to cover it. And then...nothing. Wiped. Erased. Like she'd never existed after that clinic door closed. Who had that kind of access? Who knew how to scrub campus systems clean? Someone inside. Someone close.

Salvatore? Scarlett? Or someone new-someone we hadn't seen coming? I couldn't lose my mate. I don't know what I'd do if anything were to happen to her. Think positive Damien. I scolded myself. She'll be fine, she'll return to me in one piece. She has to. My wolf howled inside me, desperate, frantic. I could feel him clawing at my skin, begging to shift, to hunt, to tear the city apart until we found her scent. But I couldn't. Not yet. I had to stay human. Had to think. Minutes dragged like hours. Matteo's shoulders suddenly stiffened. He paused. Turned slowly. His face was pale.

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