My Step Uncle is my Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

_Chase’s POV_I stepped into the modest house, my senses on high alert. Laila's tense demeanor and the eerie silence had my wolf growling, ready for any sight of trouble. As I entered the dimly lit room, a pungent smell assaulted my nostrils - sweat, dirt, and something feral.I felt Laila hold her breath next to me, and my eyes adjusted slowly, and what I saw made my blood run cold.A wolf, once a member of our pack, now lay chained to the floor. His eyes, once bright and full of life, had turned wild and vacant. His fur was matted, dirty, and scarred.My heart sank and I felt like buckets of scalding hot and ice cold water had been emptied over my head at the same time.“How is this…. How is this possibl…” I stuttered, my voice clogged up in my throat.“It happened in the early hours of this morning. Good thing we were able to discover it on time,” Laila said, her own voice thick with the weight of the impending doom this meant.But how was this possible?Laila had prepared a cure t

Two weeks had passed since our return from Bora Bora, and I'd barely seen Chase. His duties as Alpha consumed him, especially with the rising cases of feral wolves. Our pack was on high alert, and the tension was thick.Security around the house had tightened visibly. Guards patrolled the grounds in turns, their eyes scanning the area for any sign of danger. I never ventured out, less because I was content to stay within the safety of our walls, and more because Chase had pleaded with me on the dangers that lurked outside.He looked so scared and I didn’t want to be another pile of burden on his shoulders, so I stayed put.But this morning was different.As I woke, I felt Chase's warmth beside me. His head resting on my stomach, his body nestled between my legs, his hands on either sides of me, holding me close. I looked down to face him, surprised, because he was already out of the house before I opened my eyes these days."Chase, you're still here," I whispered, my voice laced with

I slowly opened my eyes, grogginess clouding my mind like a thick fog that refused to lift. I blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the darkness in the room.The only source of light came from a tiny window at the top of the wall, and that was the only indicator of the time of day it was.It was night.The air reeked of dampness and decay, a putrid smell that churned my stomach and made my skin crawl. As I blinked, trying to clear the haze, my gaze fell upon the cold, unforgiving stone walls that seemed to close in around me, suffocating me.Panic set in, its icy fingers wrapping around my heart, squeezing tight. My mind raced, desperately trying to recall how I ended up in this godforsaken place, and the memory came to me in fragmented pieces. The last thing I remembered was shopping with Margaret, laughing and carefree, and then...nothing. The void in my memory was terrifying, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t fill it.My eyes scanned the cramped cell, taking in the iron

I've lost count of the seconds. Time blurs together in this darkness. In fact, time didn’t exist in this void. The tiny, cramped space of this cell was suffocating box, and I couldn’t help but think my captor wanted me to die of suffocation first. Or hunger.My stomach growled, protesting the emptiness. How long since I've eaten? The memories of Chase's warmth as he fed me meals I now realized how much I’d under-appreciated, of laughter and love, taunt me. Hunger pangs pierce my belly like knives.Anxiety crawled under my skin, a relentless itch that I couldn’t reach. Will anyone find me? Does Chase even know I'm gone? Of course he does! That’s the only thing keeping me above water. The thought of him, searching, hoping, keeps me sane, keeps me from drowning in despair, and keeps me from closing my eyes and never opening them.But the silence is deafening. No footsteps. No voices. No rescue. Reminding me I was trapped in this nightmare alone with no way to come out of it.Depression w

_Chase’s POV_I paced back and forth in my office, my mind racing with every possible scenario. Four agonizing days had passed since Elodie's disappearance, and the silence was suffocating. I hadn’t slept a wink. I hadn’t had a morsel of food go down my throat. I couldn’t do anything. I was consumed by thoughts of my girl.I was losing my damn mind not being able to find her or do anything, and I had never felt as worthless as I did at that moment.My office, once a sanctuary, now felt like a prison. The walls seemed to close in on me, the shadows cast by the flickering lamps twisting into menacing shapes. Every tick of the clock was a reminder that time was slipping away, that Elodie's trail was growing colder by the minute.I roughly undid my tie, tossing it to the side as if that was the root cause of all of my problems.I slammed my fist onto the desk, the wood cracking under the force. The sound echoed through the room, a testament to my growing frustration at the gnawing silenc