Mag-log inDraven POV"Aiden." My son was in this hospital close to the enemy. I needed to get him away from this chief."Really?" George said through clenched teeth, his grip tightened as he glanced toward the corridor. "You want him to see this?"That wasn't the point, and George knew it. I didn't want Aiden anywhere near Travis. I didn't want him close enough to hear whatever might happen next, let alone witness what I would do if the chief gave me one more reason to believe he was responsible for Layla's disappearance. I needed our son safe, away from this male and whatever danger he represented.I dragged a hand through my hair, trying to get control of myself. It did nothing to quiet the images crowding my mind.Layla in an unfamiliar place. Layla struggling against someone stronger than her. Layla calling for help while I stood here, wasting precious time fighting a male who might know exactly where she was.I had made a terrible mistake. I got clear reports about Travis Martin. I'd kno
Draven POVFor a moment, I couldn't find anything to say.The child spoke with such easy acceptance, as though waiting for his mother in an empty office was an ordinary part of his life. He wasn't frightened or suspicious. He simply believed she would come back because she always did. There was no reason for him to imagine that tonight might be different, that the familiar delay he'd learned to tolerate could mean something far more terrible.The ache in my chest became almost physical. How many evenings had he spent sitting alone in that office, watching the time pass, waiting for Layla to finish work? How often had she been late because she was working herself to exhaustion to give him a life he could depend on? And now, when he was finally old enough to know me, when I'd barely begun to find my place in his life, I was standing here with no idea where his mother was or whether I could bring her back to him.I was about to ask Aiden to give me a moment with the chief when Travis
Draven POV**Layla has been taken.**Those were the four words in George's text. When I'd called him back, the sound of his voice had told me this wasn't a joke or some elaborate game designed to provoke me. George was afraid, and he wasn't the kind of male who frightened easily. Which meant Layla truly had been abducted.And every second I spent standing around talking was another second she remained in the hands of whoever had done it.I'd barely ended the call before issuing two orders. Nash was to identify the males in the security footage George sent, while Gamma Simon was to place the Voss household under house arrest.No one was to leave Arctic Moon without my authorization, and I wanted to know about every call they made and every visitor they received. Until I knew who had taken Layla and why, I wasn't giving anyone in that household the opportunity to disappear or interfere with my investigation.Gordon Voss was my prime suspect. But suspicion wasn't proof. I wasn't about t
Draven POVGordon and Julia looked exactly as I'd expected.Composed, confident, and entirely too comfortable walking into my office without prior appointment. They were here to complain about the postponed wedding and perhaps get assurance that I still intended to honor the arrangement between our families. They might even have come prepared to persuade me that everything could return to normal if I simply stopped making things difficult.The thought nearly made me laugh.These were the people who had harmed Layla. They had kept her in their household while poisoning her. The evidence we were gathering would soon prove this without a doubt. And now they were here expecting me to sit across from them, offer refreshments, and discuss wedding arrangements as though nothing had happened.My fist tightened beneath the desk as they approached."Elder Gordon, this is a surprise," I said casually. "And you know how busy I am.""Good evening, Alpha," Gordon replied.Julia inclined her head s
Draven POVThe phone sat on my desk, its dark screen reflecting the overhead lights. It was past six in the evening, and I'd accomplished quite a bit since morning. My conversation with George had been productive in its own way, and Nash had made good progress with the investigation. Nina Buch had provided a written statement in my Beta's presence, confirming that her former employer, Gordon Voss, had purchased silver berries while Layla lived under his roof. She had also agreed to testify if called upon to do so.Nash had taken precautions to ensure she remained safe, placing someone close enough to keep an eye on her without drawing attention. More importantly, Nina had given us the name of the person who supplied Gordon with the berries. We were tracing him now. If we could establish where the berries came from and how regularly Gordon had obtained them, we would have something more substantial. We'd have a trail Gordon couldn't dismiss so easily.For the first time in days, I fel
George Hunt (Third-person POV)He still couldn't believe the guy got Layla pregnant.George was prepared to hear whatever she had to say. He was even prepared to give her room to admit that she was confused. But if she was thinking of returning to Draven, he intended to make sure she understood what that choice could cost her. He had every intention of laying out the logical reasons why she shouldn't trust Draven Darkwood with her heart again.He only needed her to walk through the door.After another minute passed, George picked up his phone and stood. He would go outside and find out what was keeping her. As he headed for the entrance, his thoughts returned to his brief conversation with Draven.The man knew about the silver berries. That alone changed things.If Draven was still the person George had known growing up, he wouldn't take an accusation like that lightly. And if the evidence proved Gordon Voss had deliberately harmed Layla, there was zero chance Draven would go ahead w







