Chapter 134
Chapter 134:
Christian’s POV
I left the mansion earlier when I was informed that a clue had been found about Dylan’s whereabouts. We discovered a CCTV camera that showed my mother holding him. Although the video was faint, captured from a distance, I needed no one to tell me it was her—I know my mother, even with my eyes closed.
“We need to go to the mansion right now,” I said, walking away. It would be a shameful thing if they found out that my own mother took my son and denied even knowing about his existence. This is something I need to handle on my own.
The ring of my phone made me pause when I was just a little away from the car.
“Amira,” I called, my voice full of desperation as I clenched my fists. How could she do such a thing? What was she thinking when she decided to take him? Now that she has taken him, where exactly did she put him, and why would she even do this?
“Christian,” she said from the other end, struggling to keep her voice steady. “I found out who took Dylan. Your mom took him, and we’re heading to the Blood Moon Pack right now. Meet us there p>
The secret is finally out, but how did she find out? All these questions aren’t important right now. I have to meet her immediately—my mom could do something crazy if she’s capable of kidnapping a little boy.
“Everyone, move out. We’re heading to the Moonlight Pack right now. Make sure you’re all fully armed,” I ordered before heading to the car.
This is a war they started, and they will pay for it with their lives if they refuse to comply with me. What were they thinking when they blackmailed my mother into doing this, there’s no way she would do that all by herself.
We soon arrived at the Blood Moon Pack, and for some strange reason, the whole mansion was eerily quiet. I immediately sensed this was an ambush. I had to stay calm, get my family out of there, and leave peacefully. War was the last thing I needed right now. But just in case, I knew Mr. Mico and Tristan were aware that I was there. I was sure they were on their way as well, so whatever was going to happen would happen soon enough.
I opened the door to the mansion as though it were my own, but the sight before me was something I never imagined. Amira was tied to a chandelier, while Alpha Gotham sat with my mom and Sheela next to him. Sheela held a knife to my son’s throat, wearing a victorious smile.
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“What the hell is going on here, Alpha Gotham? Why have you held my family captive for no reason?” I asked.
“What do you think is going on, Alpha Christian? Does it look like we’re having a party here, or maybe a street show?” he asked, laughing sarcastically.
“My question is straightforward. It’s simple enough for even an illiterate to understand, but I know you’re literate. You can’t be an alpha and know nothing,” I said, stepping closer to him.
One of my eyes was on Amira, unconscious and hanging from the chandelier, while the other was on my son, who kept staring at me with hope. It was the kind of look that said, “You’re finally here, Dad. I knew you’d save me p>
I was here for him and his mother. I would save them no matter what, even if it meant waging war on this man right here, even if it meant declaring war on this pack and every other one. As long as we left here together, I would do whatever it took.
“That’s quite insulting. You should be begging, not speaking with pride. You’re at my mercy right now, or does all this look like a joke to you?” he asked, scoffing.