Alle Kapitel von Substitute Luna, Runaway With His Quadruplets: Kapitel 131 – Kapitel 140

Theodore’s POVIt had been two days, and there was still no sign of my wife. My frustration grew with every passing hour, and I felt myself slowly unraveling. How on earth was I supposed to function without my fated mate?“You are still awake,” Arden said softly as he walked into my office.He found me staring at the bank of CCTV monitors, frantically scrubbing through every frame of security footage to see if we had missed anything—anything that might give me a glimpse of Ivy.“Yes,” I muttered without taking my eyes off the screens. “I need to find her.”Arden stepped closer, placing a steady hand on my shoulder. “You need to sleep, Theo. You haven’t slept since the day she went missing, and this isn’t good for your health.”“How do you expect me to sleep when I have no idea who took my wife?” I snapped, my emotions finally bursting through the surface. “I am losing my mind! Everything we have tried hasn't brought us a single step closer to finding her. The Rebels have gone quiet, t

Theodore's POVA heavy, suffocating silence fell over the briefing room. Every eye in the space was locked onto Thomas, waiting to see how he would react to the demand that his woman be brought in for questioning. He stood rigid, his jaw clenched tightly as conflict played across his features.The tense standoff was broken when the door slid open and Kern walked back into the room, holding a tablet in his hand.“I support bringing her in for questioning,” Kern said firmly, stepping up to the strategy table. “I ran a deeper background check on her through our system, but there is literally nothing about her past prior to a few years ago. It is as if she did not even exist before meeting Thomas.”Thomas frowned, his posture defensive. “What do you mean?”“You can see for yourself.” Kern tapped the screen and slid his phone across the glass table toward him.I leaned over Thomas's shoulder to take a look alongside Ryder. The database yielded blank records, missing residential histories,

Daemon’s POVAfter leaving Ruth's house, I made several calls instructing my loyal guards to prepare my private mansion in the eastern territory. Everything had to be pristine and flawless for my return. Everything was falling perfectly into place, and Ivy was going to be mine forever and I will take her away from these silly packs to live with me for good.As for that arrogant dragon who killed Elowen... I would not let his actions slide. I ordered a specialized squad of vampires to stay behind in the city to track his every movement. He needed to die for taking Elowen away from me. But before he rotted in hell, I would ensure that every single person he valued would die right before his eyes. Anyone who dared stand in my way would meet the exact same fate.The strategy to capture Ivy was seamless. Ruth’s role was simple,lure Ivy out to the parking area under the pretense of giving her a private gift. At that exact moment, my followers would jam the security feeds so no camera could

Ivy’s POVI walked to the garden as usual, more like my new routine now. Why do I feel like something is missing? I really need to get my memory back as soon as possible so I don’t miss out on things.I need to be useful here and for some reason, I just have this feeling that there are some people I need to remember but who? Why does it feel like not remembering them makes it feels like I’m empty inside like a void.Why is everything just blank?Was I really just living here all my life with no families and friends?I don’t want to rush it, like Daemon would say, a step at a time, that’s what I’m going to do.That evening, Daemon surprised me by placing a beautiful, tailored outfit on the edge of the bed. It matched his perfectly—dark, sleek, and elegant, making us look like a real power couple. I smiled as I smoothed down the outfit, admiring how naturally we fit together. When we walked down to the car park, he held open the passenger door of his luxury car for me, offering a soft s

Daemon’s POVI sat behind my mahogany desk, staring intently at the quiet glow of the surveillance monitors mounted across the wall. The hidden cameras I had set up everywhere inside the mansion captured her every single movement. I watched Ivy—or rather, my naive little Elowen—pacing softly near the large glass windows of her bedroom, looking completely lost and sweet. She is also frequently going to the garden.A dark, satisfied smile spread across my face as I leaned back in my chair, swirling the rich blood in my glass. Everything was going according to plan, but she was still holding onto that quiet, cautious distance. I needed her to trust me completely. I needed her to believe, down to the very core of her soul, that I was her heroic, devoted husband who would lay down his life just to keep her safe.Reaching for my desk phone, since she insisted we stepped out for a change, I dialed the internal line to my special squad.“My Lord,” the head guard answered immediately.“The rog