Lahat ng Kabanata ng LORENZO, MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

OLANDRIA I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. All I could see was Eli's terrified face, the blood on his forehead, the way he'd looked so helpless. This was my fault. If I hadn't been so angry with him, if I'd just talked to him more, maybe I would have noticed something was wrong. Maybe I could have prevented this. "This isn't your fault," Lorenzo said firmly, as if reading my mind. "Do you hear me, Ollie? This is not your fault." "But—" "No." His hands cupped my face, forcing me to look at him. "The only person at fault here is whoever took him. And I'm going to find them. I'm going to get Eli back." "What if they hurt him?" I whispered. "What if they—" "They won't," Lorenzo cut me off. "They sent that video for a reason. They want me to know they have him, which means he's valuable to them. They won't kill him. Not yet." The "not yet" made my stomach churn. There was a knock at the door, and Lorenzo called out permission to enter. Liam stepped in, his expression grave. "Nic

LORENZO I knew something was wrong the second I stepped into the house. The air felt off. Too still. Too quiet. And that wrongness slithered down my spine like ice water, making every instinct I had scream at me to move faster. "Olandria!" I called out, taking the stairs three at a time. No answer. My heart started to pound. The guards I'd posted outside my bedroom door were slumped against the wall, unconscious but breathing. I could smell the bitter tang of wolfsbane mixed with something else—a sedative, maybe. I shoved the door open so hard it slammed against the wall. Empty. The room was empty. "No." The word came out strangled. "No, no, no." I crossed the room in two strides, my eyes scanning everything. The bed was unmade from this morning. Her phone was on the nightstand. But she was gone. "OLANDRIA!" I roared, my wolf clawing at my insides, demanding to be let out. Hunter was going absolutely feral, slamming against my mind with enough force to make me stagger. Imag

OLANDRIA I woke up with my head pounding and my mouth tasting like copper. For a disorienting second, I didn't know where I was. Then it all came rushing back—Blake in Lorenzo's room, the needle in my neck, the world going black. "Fuck," I groaned, trying to move. That's when I realized my wrists were bound behind me, secured to the chair I was sitting in. My ankles were tied too. Panic shot through me, cold and sharp. "Easy there," a voice said from the darkness. "Don't hurt yourself." My eyes adjusted, and I saw him. Blake. Alpha of the Shadow Pack. The man who'd been terrorizing us. "Let me go," I demanded, hating how my voice shook. He stepped into the dim light, and I got my first real look at him. He was handsome in a cold, cruel way. Dark hair, sharp features, eyes that held nothing but malice. "I don't think so," he said, pulling up a chair and sitting across from me. "We have so much to talk about, you and I." "I have nothing to say to you." "No?" He leaned forward,

LORENZO Time seemed to slow down as I stared at the knife pressed against Olandria's throat, at the thin line of blood trickling down her skin. My mate. My everything. Bleeding because of this piece of shit. Hunter was screaming in my head, demanding blood, demanding I rip Blake apart. But I couldn't move. One wrong step and that blade would go deeper. One wrong move and I'd lose her forever. "Let her go," I repeated, forcing my voice to stay calm even though every cell in my body was vibrating with rage. "This is between you and me, Blake. She has nothing to do with it." "Nothing to do with it?" Blake laughed, the sound bitter and twisted. "She has everything to do with it. She's yours. That makes her fair game." "Please," I said, and I didn't care that I was begging. I'd get on my fucking knees if it meant keeping her safe. "Let her go. Take me instead. Kill me if you want. Just let her go." "Enzo, no," Olandria gasped, tears streaming down her face. "Touching," Blake sneered

LORENZO The pack house conference room was packed. Every high-ranking member of the pack was there, their faces grim as they waited for me to speak. I stood at the head of the table, Olandria at my side. She'd insisted on being here despite everything she'd been through yesterday. My strong, stubborn mate. "Blake is dead," I started without preamble. "But before he died, he made it clear he wasn't working alone." Murmurs rippled through the room. "We also received a message last night," I continued, pulling out my phone and projecting the text onto the screen. "Someone else is targeting Olandria. Someone who claims to be closer than we think." "Inside the pack?" Marcus, my head of security, asked sharply. "That's what we need to find out," I said. "I want full background checks on everyone who's joined the pack in the last year. I want security doubled at all entry points. No one comes or goes without being thoroughly vetted." "What about pack members' families?" Liam asked. "V