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"I caught his scent and I went to investigate, but it was like he vanished. But we've been circling the building. Nobody out of the ordinary has entered or left. There are only humans in this building."
I ponder over his words. If nobody suspicious has entered or left this building, then that means that it's just Cynthia's address that has been discovered. Somebody has been watching her. What if that shifter who was stalking her was not just a random stalker?
Another one of my soldiers appears in front of me. He staggers forward.
"What happened?" I catch him as he falls.
"Vampires," he groans. "Spotted me and––"
He coughs up blood and I hand him over to one of the other men, ordering him, "Take him to Healer Lydia. Make sure you're not followed."
He nods and hurries off with him.
With only two men left, I say, "I'll be moving Cynthia and my daughter to another location. I'll message you the details. Bring those things, and we'll follow the procedure. The event is in two weeks. We have to make sure nothing happens before then."
The two men nod and they leave, one of them carrying the box with my father's head.
There were torture marks on Father's face, but aside from a grim satisfaction, I feel nothing. It was karma, plain and simple. All these years he tormented Cynthia, he got his just desserts. I do not doubt in my mind that my mother shared a similar fate, but I can't bring myself to care. They were never parents to me, not like they were to my sister and Norman.
Even my sister turned out to be a selfish creature. When Cynthia had disappeared, word got to me that my father had begun looking for her brother again. Eleanor then reached out to me after two decades of no contact. The sister I had once admired spoke to me, her voice crisp, demanding that I return Cynthia to our father, that her life with Mathew was being disrupted.
When I had reached out to Finnegan, my father's old servant, and he had told me how neither Eleanor nor Mathew, Cynthia's older brother, had been willing to return to save her, I had doubted his version. I knew my sister. She was a proud but gentle woman with high morals.
But the woman on the phone had scoffed when I told her what horrors Cynthia had faced. And why wouldn't she? Finnegan had clearly been telling the truth, and my father had sent my sister and her lover videos of Cynthia's torture, and they hadn't blinked an eye. Instead, all my sister said was that we all needed to make sacrifices for family, and Cynthia had to go back.
I had slammed the phone on her and spent the first two days after becoming the alpha, digging into my grandfather's records. As I had suspected, he had made arrangements for money to be sent to Eleanor on a monthly basis. I emptied the account and closed it. My selfish sister and her lover would no longer have access to any pack funds.
She was furious, but there wasn't anything she could do. It was a meager form of revenge for Cynthia, but it was something.
I make my way downstairs to the apartment. I had never accounted for Watson's involvement in Cynthia's leaving. This is serious. Everything is going to come to a head in two weeks. Tina will finally get her revenge, and I can't interfere with that. But I have to make sure that my mate doesn't get caught in the crosshairs.
Cynthia is waiting for me when I enter, and when she sees my empty hands, she asks, "What did you do with the box?"
"It was trash," I say coldly, "so I threw it."
She doesn't ask any more questions, only meeting my gaze evenly. "Should I begin packing?"
I nod.
As she steps away, I suddenly stop her. "The pack event coming up, you have to attend with me. I want to introduce you as my mate."
Her cheeks turn red, and she tries to act casual. "Sure."
As I watch her hurry away, my lips curve.
I don't think I will ever tire of Cynthia's shyness.
My thoughts grow heavy as I wait for her. Things were finally progressing. She'd forgiven me. We were starting over. And now this.
Cynthia chooses that moment to return to the living room, and on seeing me, her brows furrow."What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
She approaches me. "You wouldn't be lying to me now, would you?"
Her eyes are sharp as she studies me, and I press my lips together.
"Adam," Cynthia sighs, "if you want this to work, you'd better start sharing whatever is eating at you. If I can't share your burdens, then there is no point to any of this."
