Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Novel

Please Help Me ADAMIEN'S POV The phone was still clutched in my hand, Rose's weak voice echoing in my ears like a ghost. 'Damien...Damien, please help me.' Then nothing. The line went dead, but my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might explode out of my chest. I stared at the screen for a split second, the unknown number mocking me. Who the hell had her? Where was she? The questions burned in my brain, but there was no time for that. Action. I needed action.

"Matteo!" I barked, spinning around in the bedroom He was already there, bursting through the door with two guys trailing behind, laptops in hand "Run a security check on this call. Trace it. Now." Matteo nodded, no questions asked. He grabbed the phone from me, his fingers flying as he connected it to one of the laptops. I paced behind them, my boots thudding on the carpet, every second stretching like an eternity. "Come on," I muttered under my breath. "Find her." The mate bond tugged at me-faint, like a whisper in a storm-but it was there. She was alive. Hurt, maybe, but alive.

That had to be enough for now. I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms. If anyone had touched her... if they'd hurt her.. I'd rip them apart. Piece by piece. "Got something," one of the techs said, his voice cutting through the tension. "The call bounced through a few proxies, but it's pinging from a cell tower about 40 miles out. Rural area. Signal's encrypted, though. Gonna take a minute to crack." "Make it faster," I growled, leaning over his shoulder. The screen was a mess of code and maps, red dots blinking like warning signs.

My wolf stirred inside me, restless, urging me to shift and run straight there. But I couldn't. Blind rage wouldn't save her. Matteo glanced at me, his face grim. "We're mobilizing the team. Cars are ready downstairs." I nodded, grabbing my jacket. "Let's go. Trace it on the move." We piled into the cars waiting outside, engines roaring to life. I slid into the back of the lead car, Matteo beside me, the tech guys in the one behind us hooked up via radio. The convoy peeled out, tires screeching on the driveway.

The city lights blurred past as we hit the highway, heading north toward the outskirts. My knee bounced uncontrollably, anxiety gnawing at my gut like acid. 1/3