Page 103 of Abandoned By My Alpha Husband

"Yeah?"

"You seem..." She hesitated. "Distracted today. Everything okay?"

I paused, then smiled.

"I'm fine," I said. "Just... thinking about some things."

"Good things?" She blinked. "You look like you're smiling."

I touched my face, realizing my mouth really was turning up.

"Good things," I said.

Nancy smiled too. "That's good. Oh, that shipment of rose essential oil arrived yesterday. Want me to put it in storage?"

"No need, I'll do it."

I stood up, about to head to the storeroom, when suddenly I felt uneasy. A strange feeling, like something was pulling me, from my chest, dragging downward.

My wolf shot up, fur bristling.

Something's wrong.

"Boss?" Nancy looked at me. "What's wrong? You're so pale."

I didn't answer, because my phone vibrated. I picked it up. Unknown number.

I opened it.

Just one photo.

Liam and Anya.

Tied to chairs, mouths taped shut. Blood on Liam's face, eyes locked on the camera, full of rage and fear. Anya was crying, little face red and swollen, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Below the photo, one line:

"Old docks. Warehouse 3. One hour. Just you and Lucifer. Or they die."

My blood froze.

"Boss—"

I turned and ran.

"Boss! Where are you—"

I didn't look back.

Out on the street, I flagged down a taxi.

"The old docks," I said, voice shaking. "Hurry."

The driver glanced at me and hit the gas.

The car tore through the streets. I sat in back, fingers trembling as I dialed Lucifer's number.

It rang once before he picked up.