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Chapter 7

Yvonne's Pov

The Council chamber looked nothing like the room we had left minutes ago.

When everyone ran out due to the emergency in search of the twins, the room had been quiet and formal.

But right now, it was chaotic. The councilors were all speaking and shouting at the same time.

Guards tried to hold the room steady but they seemed to fail at that.

In the middle of everything, Celeste was standing alone in her velvet gown.

She had probably worn the dress expecting to walk out of this ceremony one step closer to becoming Darkmoon’s next Luna.

Instead, her supposed alpha had bolted off at the sign of his children missing without saying a single word at her.

Now nobody was even looking at her, Every eye in the chamber had turned towards my family instead as we walked backed to the raised dais.

“SilverCrest security was compromised from inside.” An older alpha was saying to the man beside him. He didn't even bother lowering his voice as we walked past.

His hair was styled and grey, and I didn't recognize the crest on his chest. He was probably one of those clans under my father. “If the great Darius Silvercrest couldn't protect his own nursery, that means there's trouble for the rest of us.”

“It looked more like someone wanted those children and had been preparing for it for a while.” The other man answered quietly. “Now the real question is who is it? Who could be so fearless enough to face Alpha Darius.”

My father's back went stiff beside me but he didn't slow down as he continued walking, paying less attention to the murmurs.

The noise suddenly dropped the moment they were aware of our presence in the chamber.

“Alpha Darius.” The elder Councilman who was leading the ceremony rushed towards us.

He was still holding the ledger wide open as if he didn't know what else to do with his hands. “What happened? Is it true about the nursery?” He asked.

“My grandchildren were taken from inside the mansion,” my father said. His voice echoed loud enough for the whole chamber to hear him, leaving no room for rumors to grow. “The tunnel used to take them has been sealed from the other side using magic. We are treating this as a serious breach from within our own walls, and every person in this room tonight will cooperate with the investigation.”

Another batch of murmurs grew through the crowds. I caught two alpha’s exchanging a look that made my skin crawl.

“An internal breach.” The grey-haired Alpha repeated the words slowly amidst the silence. “Forgive me, Darius, but that raises a very uncomfortable question. If Silvercrest’s own walls cannot be trusted, why should the rest of us trust this clan with a sacred bloodline such as this?”

“Be careful, Aldric,” my father's voice was low and flat. “You are still standing in my house.” His voice carried through the hall.

Aldric’s expression faltered a bit but he quickly masked it with a fake smile that didn't reach his eyes.

He lifted his hands, feigning peace. “I'm only asking what every Alpha here is already thinking.” He insisted, his voice having no malice at all and it made the scene even more disturbing.

I felt Gideon's whole body tensed beside me. A low growl was beginning to build in his chest. I quickly placed my hand around his arm before he could do something we would all regret in front of half the supernatural world leaders.

He glanced at me in surprise but held himself back after seeing the look on my face.

Just then, someone ran into the chamber.

Ronan.

His coat was torn at one shoulder, his hair was a mess like he had been struggling with someone. There was a fresh cut that hadn't been there on his jaw line.

Every trace of the composed arrogant man from the start of the ceremony was completely gone.

“They're gone,” his voice was raw. “I felt the connection between them, sensing they were in trouble. I saw someone that looked suspicious. We got into a struggle and then—” his voice dropped.

He looked at us like we weren't going to believe the next thing he was about to say.

“And then what, Ronan?” My voice was high pitched, I could already feel my blood boiling.

“The person vanished into thin air.” He breathed.

I gawk at him. Was he being serious? My twins were missing and he thinks this is some sort of game? Just how much was he willing to go to hurt me.

I scoffed loudly and all eyes fixed on me.

“You felt a connection between them?” I asked and his lips parted like he couldn't believe it himself. “You ran out of your own rejection ceremony to check on the children you've called burdens since the day they were conceived and you expect me to believe anything you say?”

“I felt they were in danger,” he said. For once, there was no calculation behind his words or maybe there was but I couldn't find any.

“You didn't show up at the hospital, Ronan,” my voice came out thinner than I wanted, making me swallow hard. I can't let him see me break. “You didn't come when they nearly died being born. But you ran after them the moment you thought there was danger.” I chuckled bitterly.

His jaw tightened,he didn't say a word to defend himself.

I turned towards my Father, refusing to let this whole thing turn into a moment where his guilt mattered more than my missing children. “We don't have time for this Father. Someone inside Silvercrest did this and every second we spend delaying is costing me my babies lives.”

“Let me help, Yvonne.” Ronan said, and there was something almost close to pleading in his voice. “Darkmoon has trackers, warriors, whatever you need, it's yours.”

“We don't need Darkmoon's Charity.” Leo, who hasn't said anything since all this chaos started, finally spoke. His voice was so quiet I almost forgot he was there all this time.

He was the most quiet one among my brothers and also the closest to the babies and I could tell this was taking a toll on him.

“It's not charity.” Ronan looked at my brother. “It's mine to give, they are my children too and I'll do whatever it is I can do to help.”

My father studied him for a while, the kind of look that would make any man lower their eyes. “Your resources would be considered.” He said finally. “But there will be conditions attached to it. You won't be getting any custody, and no talk of reconciliation from my daughter.”

“I only want our children's safety, nothing else.” Ronan Said.

I didn't say anything.

This was the same man that didn't have time for drama when I was bleeding during labor, when I needed his help.

Behind him, completely forgotten in all the chaos, Caleste stood completely still. Her face had gone pale and her eyes kept darting towards the exit, like she was in a hurry to get somewhere.

I shook my head and ignored her, she probably couldn't stay in a place where she wasn't the center of attention.

“Councilman,” my father called, facing the elder who was still gripping his ledger. “This ceremony is suspended until further notice. Every guest should stay in this hall until my chief of security has taken a statement from each person and anyone who refuses will be treated as a suspect.”

The chamber broke into another set of protests.

Alphas who had probably never been told what to do once in their lives were now being ordered to stay out inside someone’s house.

My father couldn't care less about the noise, he didn't even flinch at the glares.

I turned away from everything going on and placed my hands on my chest, the thread was still there but had become extremely faint.

My wolf was unusually quiet and I could tell she was as hurt as I was.

“Hold on my babies, mummy will get you.” I whispered to myself. I don't care what it'll cost me, I'll find my babies.