Desmond stood among the other Alphas, holding a glass of dark wine that he had barely touched. His expression was calm, his posture confident, but inside, his thoughts were far from the party. Across from him, one of the visiting Alphas was speaking animatedly. “And that is why I believe strengthening our northern trade routes would benefit both of our territories.” Desmond blinked slowly. He had not heard half of what the man had said. “Of course,” Desmond replied smoothly. The Alpha nodded, satisfied, but Desmond’s mind had already drifted again. Where is she? His fingers tightened slightly around the glass. Becca had been missing for too long, much too long. At first, he had assumed she had simply wandered somewhere within the mansion, but now the situation was becoming suspicious. How could a woman simply disappear inside his own mansion? Another Alpha’s voice pulled him briefly back into the present. “You seem distracted tonight, Desmond.” Desmond turned slightly. A
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