Chapter 69
Harper’s pov
My heart pounded against my ribs as I raced toward Cecilia’s apartment complex. I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that had settled in my stomach since our call disconnected.
Unable to wait any longer, I called Alpha Sebastian again, knowing full well he wasn’t a miracle worker and that building security needed time to review footage.
“Any news?” I asked quickly as soon as he picked up.
His voice was short and serious. “Security hasn’t responded yet, but one of my guys saw a suspicious car leaving the garage. We’re checking it now p>
My stomach sank. “Suspicious car?” I asked again, my voice tight. I gripped the phone harder. “Cecilia said someone was following her earlier. Could it be the same person p>
“No,” he said with confidence. “That guy is still waiting outside the gate. Probably someone Alpha Xavier sent—very obvious, not smart p>
I paused, surprised by how sure he sounded. How did he always know so much? Still, I didn’t have time to think about it. Worry was pressing hard on my chest.
“Alright,” I said, trying to stay calm. “I’m going to her apartment anyway. Maybe it’s nothing p>
But deep down, I knew I was just lying—to him and to myself. I already had a bad feeling.
I drove fast, running lights and ignoring traffic. Every delay felt like torture. By the time I got to her building, the sky was dark and the shadows on the sidewalk looked long and strange.
Her apartment was quiet. Too quiet.
It was the kind of quiet that wasn’t peaceful—it was wrong.
I stepped inside and called her name. No answer. Just the low hum of the fridge and the sound of my own breathing. The silence was louder than any scream.
My heart beat faster. My hands curled into fists.
Alpha Sebastian had mentioned Alpha Xavier’s spy, and anger started to rise in me like fire. What if the spy was just a trick? What if Alpha Xavier had finally stopped pretending to be a decent person?
I took out my phone and called him. I didn’t wait for a greeting.
“What did you do to her?” I shouted. “Where is she? When will you finally leave her alone p>
There was a pause. I heard him shift, like he had just sat up.
“She’s missing?” Alpha Xavier sounded truly shocked.
I didn’t believe it for a second.
“Don’t act like you don’t know!” I snapped, walking back and forth across the room. My boots hit the floor hard. “If it’s not you, then it’s your mother or Cici. One of you took her, and I swear p>
He hung up.
No answers. No excuses. Just silence.
“You bastard,” I said through clenched teeth, staring at the phone. My hands were shaking. My chest rose and fell fast. Anger burned behind my eyes like fire.
He knew something. I was sure of it.
If anything had happened to Cecilia—anything at all—I would make every one of them pay.
Minutes later, Alpha Sebastian texted me with troubling news: security footage showed Cecilia’s car entering the complex but no video of it actually entering the garage—yet her car was physically there.
The only explanation was that someone had deliberately tampered with the security system.
The garage was typically quiet, especially at this hour, with few residents coming or going.
The static nature of the footage meant security might not notice if a portion had been compromised for several hours.
I immediately called the police.
Within thirty minutes, what had been an eerily silent garage was swarming with officers and building security personnel.
I explained everything I knew, including Alpha Sebastian’s information about the suspicious vehicle. Meanwhile, building management verified details as best they could.
Alpha Sebastian was currently in pursuit of that vehicle with Tang, his trusted enforcer. The building manager’s report had only heightened suspicions about the car.
No one could say with absolute certainty whether Cecilia had been taken in that vehicle or remained somewhere in the building.
The possibilities during that window of tampered footage were endless.
Alpha Sebastian had divided responsibilities—building search to police and property management, while he pursued the suspicious vehicle. All parties agreed to share information as it developed.
As for suspects, the Shadow Pack and Blood Moon Pack were the obvious choices. Everyone had seen the viral social media firestorm of the past few days.
But suspicion wasn’t evidence, and evidence was what we needed.
Police officers combed every corner of the garage while building management contacted residents. This was an exclusive complex full of wealthy tenants with luxury vehicles, so officers had to tread carefully.
They were checking if anyone recognized the suspicious black sports car or had granted access to visitors. The security system was sophisticated—temporary signal jamming was one thing, but forcible entry would trigger immediate lockdown protocols.
The most logical explanation was that someone had been given legitimate access by a resident, then exploited it.
Every resident denied ownership of the vehicle or having visitors that night.
Security reviewed the entire day’s footage at high speed. No sign of the suspicious car entering.
“It’s like the car just disappeared,” one officer said quietly.
Alpha Sebastian was on the phone when he heard the update. “Check the footage from earlier days,” he told them.
The building staff did as he asked, and what they found was surprising. The same car had entered the garage three days ago—and never left.
Late at night, a man wearing a black hat got out of the car, carrying a box. He walked past security, went upstairs, came back down, and then stayed in the garage.
The video clearly showed that he went to the 18th floor.
When officers asked the resident on that floor—a young woman—she gasped. “That’s the chef who brought my late-night food p>
“Do you have his number or any contact info?” an officer asked quickly.
She shook her head. “No, I don’t. My friend placed the order for me. Usually, deliveries go through the front desk, but my friend said this chef was picky about food temperature. He insisted on delivering it himself, so I let him in p>
Everyone exchanged uncomfortable glances. This woman had unwittingly compromised the entire building’s security.
“Your friend’s name?” the officer asked.
“Judy White p>
The shocked silence was deafening. Judy White—as in Shadow Pack. Cici’s sister.
Police immediately headed for the Shadow Pack compound while I called Alpha Sebastian with the update.
“It was that car,” I said breathlessly. “It’s been waiting in the garage for three days. Shadow Pack orchestrated this—Judy White, Cici’s sister p>
Alpha Sebastian’s voice turned ice cold. “If it had been Blood Moon Pack, there might be hope. But Shadow Pack… this is dire p>
He continued, “Use your credentials as Cecilia’s attorney. Take to social media now. Demand the White family and Cici release her. Claim we have evidence. Make it public, get the internet outraged p>
“On it,” I agreed.
After hanging up the phone.
I immediately recorded a video statement, leveraging the social media influencers and PR contacts we’d hired recently. Within minutes, the video went viral—people had been eagerly awaiting updates on this scandal.
Alpha Sebastian saw my post and used the Silver Peak Pack’s official account to condemn Shadow Pack’s actions. He publicly threatened to permanently sever all business ties between Silver Peak and Shadow Pack if Cecilia was harmed.