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Damien’s POV 1
Caleb Morrison stood in the doorway, his expression nothing but genuine confusion. But I could see through it. I had to see through it.
“Damien?” He tilted his head, brows furrowed like he was trying to solve a puzzle. “What are you doing here? Why would you think I
know where Sera is?”
“Don’t.” The word came out like gravel. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Caleb. I heard her. I heard a woman’s voice.”
My whole body was shaking–every muscle wound tight, ready to explode. Three weeks. Three goddamn weeks of searching of lying to everyone about where my mate had gone.
“A woman’s voice?” Caleb’s confusion looked so real it made me want to scream. “Damien, that was probably just the TV. We were
watching-<b>” </b>
“BULLSHIT!” I mmed my fist against the doorframe. The wood splintered under my knuckles. “You think I don’t know what I heard?
You think I wouldn’t recognize-<b>” </b>
“Recognize what?” He spread his hands, the picture of innocence. “Man, I don’t know what you think you heard, but there’s no one here
except my parents and me.”
“Then let me in.” I moved forward, but he held his ground. “Let me in and prove it.”
“Damien, you can’t just—”
“Watch me.” My alpha power exploded outward like a shockwave. The air itself seemed to vibrate with the force of it. “Let me in, Caleb. Let me search your house. Or are you going to stand there and tell me you have something to hide?”
I watched his body respond to themand–shoulders tensing, breathing shallow, his wolf recognizing the authority of a superior
alpha. But his face… his face showed nothing but concern.
“Of course you cane in,” he said, stepping aside. “But I’m telling you, there’s no one here.”
I pushed past him, my senses on high alert, searching for any trace of her. That scent–jasmine and rain–I knew it was here. I could feel
it in my bones.
“SERA!” My voice boomed through the house, desperate and raw. “SERA, I KNOW YOU’RE HERE<i>!</i>”
An older woman emerged from the kitchen, wiping flour–dusted hands on her apron. Behind her was a silver–haired man.
“What on earth?” her eyes went wide, “Caleb, who is this man? Why is he shouting?”
“I’m looking for my wife!” I was already moving past her, throwing open doors, checking corners. “I know she’s here!”
“Your wife?” her voice rose with genuine rm. “Young man, there’s no one here but family”
The couch was still warm–two indentations in the cushions like people had been sitting there moments ago. But where was she? Where
the fuck was she hiding?
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Was I going crazy? Had I imagined her voice?
No. No, I couldn’t have. I knew what I heard.
I took the stairs three at a time, my heart hammering so hard it hurt. Bedrooms. She had to be in one of the bedrooms.
“Sir, please!” the woman’s voice followed me up. “You can’t just-”
But I was already throwing open doors. Master bedroom–too pristine, too settled. Caleb’s room–sparse, masculine, wrong.
Guest room.
I stopped in the doorway, my breath catching.
The bed was made with obsessive precision. A woman’s cardigan draped over the chair–simple, practical, but the size looked right. On
the dresser, a hairbrush with strands of dark hair caught in the bristles.
“Who’s staying here?” I demanded, whirling to face Caleb, who’d followed me up.
“No one right now,” he said. “That’s just… we keep it ready for guests.”
“Guests.” I moved to the closet, threw it open. A few items of clothing–women’s clothing–hung neatly. “What kind of guests leave their
clothes behind?”
“Those are old things my mom keeps around.” Caleb’s mother appeared behind Caleb, breathless from the stairs. “For when my nieces
visit. They’re about that size, and they don’t like packing-”
I grabbed one of the shirts, brought it to my face, inhaled deeply. Nothing. Justundry detergent and cedar.
I checked under the bed. Behind the door. Opened every drawer, every cab, searching for something–anything–that proved she’d
been here.
Nothing.
“Damien, Caleb’s voice was gentle, pitying. “Man, she’s not here.”
I slumped against the dresser, my hands shaking. Had I been wrong? Was my desperate mind ying tricks on me?
“I heard her,” I whispered. “I heard a womanughing. It sounded just like her.”
“The TV Caleb said again, softer now. “We were watching someedy show. Maybe the actress sounded simr?”
“I can’t sleep.” My voice cracked, “Not until I find her. Not until I know she’s okay.”
The woman’s expression softened with sympathy. “I’m sorry you’re going through this. I truly am. But we can’t help you with something
we know nothing about.”
“Please.” I didn’t care anymore that I was begging. “Please, if you know anything–if she’s contacted you, if you’ve seen her–just tell me. I
just need to know she’s safe.”
“I’m sorry,” Caleb said, and he almost sounded like he meant it. “I wish I could help you. But I haven’t seen Sera sincest time I left.”
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“Fine.” I straightened up, wiping my face with the back of my hand. “Fine. Sorry about all of these.”
I moved past them, back down the stairs, each step feeling like I was walking away from my own heart. At the front door, I paused,
turned back.
“If she contacts you,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. “Please tell her something for me.”
Caleb nodded. “What’s that?”
“Tell her I’m not giving up. Tell her I’ll search for her every day for the rest of my life if that’s what <i>it </i>takes. And tell her…” My voice broke. “Tell her Adrian and her baby girl needs her mother.” 1
“I’ll tell her,” he said quietly. “If I see her.”
I stepped out into the night, the cold air hitting my face like a p. Behind me, I heard the door close–soft, final.
Ophelia was waiting by the car, her face tight with concern. “Well?”
“Nothing.” I leaned against the car, my legs suddenly too weak to hold me.
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