Chapter 170


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    King Sabastian’s POV


    The ss shattered, the fragments raining down onto the floor from where it had hit the wall. A dent


    was left in the wall from the impact, I swept everything off my desk onto the floor and let out a roar


    of frustration and pain.


    Stephanie and Cathel were off to the side sitting on a couch. Cathel was sitting in Stephanie’sp,


    they were both crying. Cathel had his arms around Stephanie’s neck, his little hand petting her hair


    as tears fell down their cheeks in rivers.


    My wife had been the one to hold it together and keep me calm at first, saying their was still hope.


    But with every report that came back with no findings, my son inw was desperately searching for


    her, he told me she was alive. He knew from the very faint traces he could get from their bond.


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    Stephanie had told me that the ck Magic Coven had spells that could silence even a fated mates


    bond, enough to convince the person being cut off, that their mate was dead. For some reason,


    Damien and Alora’s bond was able to connect them enough that he was aware of her life.


    I truly think that if she wasn’t alive, Damien would have given up on lifepletely. Alora and him


    were a fated couple, bound by an infinity mating bond, to lose one of the pair to death, was to lose


    both. Unless their were children that needed their care. Only in this case, Damien’s first pups, where


    in my captured daughter’s belly, if she were to die, then they would die with her.


    I picked up the heavy crystal paper wait and with a roar I threw it, it hit the wall where the earlier


    ss had hit it, and shattered upon impact, damaging the wall further. More fragments raining down


    onto the floor. I fell heavily into the seat of my chair, I covered my face with my hands. My daughter


    was in the hands of monster, and there was nothing I could do to save her right now. I was feeling


    helpless, and every second my daughter was gone, the pain in my heart grew. 5


    “Goddess, please, have mercy upon my family and my daughters, please bring my daughter back to


    us.” I prayed internally.


    I felt a tug on my sleeve and I looked up to meet Cathel’s eyes, he had a serious look on his face.


    His cheeks and eyshes wet from tears, his eyes and nose red and slightly puffy. With a


    determined expression, and a pat on my shoulder he said. “Don’t worry daddy, big sis Alora is


    strong, so is big brother Damien, she’lle home to us.” Tears were in his voice.


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    I wrapped my arms around him and brought him onto myp as I hugged him for a while. Stephanie


    came over and wrapped her arms around the both of us. “Like Cathel said, Alora’s strong, and we


    gave her those spells, and the rings.” she said, in a soft voice filled with sorrow andpassion.


    I looked into her golden tear filled eyes, and I could see an unshakable belief in her gaze. She truly


    believed we would find Alora, and get her back from wherever she was. If Stephanie and Cathel still


    believed this….then I would not give up on my own belief. With this renewal of that belief I let my


    familyfort me for a little while longer.


    I may be a powerful king, but at the end of the day I was just like any other male who loved his mate


    and children. This made me understand the grief of parents who have had children go missing on a


    whole new level. How frantic and powerless they felt. I felt how hopelessness could settle into your


    heart like a ck cloud, as more and more days went by while your child remained missing.


    “I’m going to meditate for a while, I needplete silence while I do.” I told Stephanie.


    She looked at me, studying my expression, and feeling my emotions, finally she nodded. “Okay,


    Cathel and I will go to my studio, I feel like crafting something, and Cathel could put his creativity to


    use.” she said.


    I looked down at Cathel, he had a spective look on his face, and doing the same thing his mother


    had done, he looked at my expression for a while before finally nodding. “Okay, I’ll go with mom, I


    can make something for Alora and her pups,” he said and then he gave me a hug before hopping


    out of myp. “Love you dad.”


    I smiled at him. “I love you too son.”


    With that my mate left with our son. I got up out of my desk chair, and went to sit on the circr rug


    in front of the balcony doors. The windows were open and the wind was blowing in the scent of the


    blooming flowers and a thunder storm. Taking in deep breaths, I let the scent and the soothing


    sound of the wind take me to


    my space.


    Deimos was sitting under an oak tree. It had surprised me at first, how much Alora’s space had


    resembled my own, only I had a running river instead of a koi pond, and an oak tree instead of a


    willow. I was now sitting in front of him, our gazes met, his eyes were the same violet as Alora’s, her


    wolf and sprite also having the


    same eye color.


    Our eldest daughter was missing, but Damien had said she was alive. We had to find a way to


    connect to her ourselves, so we could hopefully help her out. Deimos and I started to search for her


    life chain, she was alive, that meant her chain was still connected, it was just hidden at the moment.


    After Deimos and I searched for what felt like hours, we finally found Alora’s chain. Her chain was


    covered in a ck mass, it coated her links till they werepletely hidden from sight. Using our


    fire we were able to burn away the ck mass coating Alora’s chain.


    I felt a sense of relief knowing she was alive, but on the heels of the relief came sorrow. Even


    though we found and cleaned her life chain, there was still something that blocked us from reaching


    out to Alora through that chain.


    “At least we now know she’s alive.” Deimos said aloud, although I could here that he was not quite


    satisfied with just knowing she was alive.


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    “Your right…that’s at least something.” I replied to him, my voice soft and heavy with my own pain.


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    As Deimos and I watched her chain, something happened. It suddenly turned blood red, then


    orange fire shed over the chain. When the fire settled, it left behind intricate knots that seemed


    carved into the chain now. Albra had activated the spell I had given her, before she left for home


    and taken from her mate.


    “She’s activated the spell.” Deimos said aloud, he had a frown on his face.


    “She would have only done this if she had no other choice.” I told him, worry and anger over what


    our daughter was suffering in my voice.


    “Then whoever she’s using this on, deserves what she’ll do to them.” Deimos said, a growl entering


    his voice.


    “Agreed.” I growled.


    “Should we tell Damien?” Deimos asked me.


    I thought about it for a moment. “I will tell him we were able to uncover her life chain and verified


    she is alive.” I said


    “But not about her activating this spell?” he asked.


    “No…no that would just make him more distressed, and could possibly push him over the edge.” I


    tell him, after thinking about it for a moment.


    “Yes, I see what you mean.” Deimos replied.


    Alora’s POV


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    The confused and bbergasted expressions on my would be torturers quickly turned to anger. The


    three biggest threats stomped forward till they we only mere


    inches from me. Big mistake on their part, I activated my territory.


    They looked down at me and I smiled, my smile was both victorious and vindictive. It seemed to


    startle them for a moment, before one of the three, Mark, asked


    angrily. “What are you smiling for! Your nothing more than a weak toy for us to y with.


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    My smile stretched wider, bing cruel. “Are you sure.” I drawled out the question in a purr.


    Mark stepped back with one foot, his expression bing uncertain for a moment. Then in anger


    that he even allowed my words to make him fearful, took two steps forward aggressively.


    “Bitch I was told your just a weak little whore who sold herself to your Pack’s Alpha and his son’s!”


    Mark sneered in an angry voice.


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    “Is that what psycho Barbie over their told you?” I asked with a drawl.


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    Sarah hearing my words shrieked “WHAT DID YOU CALL ME YOU WHORE!”


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    I looked in her direction. “Oh poor Sarah, you seem to have a habit of projecting your sins on


    others.” I crooned at her, my fake sympathy was saturated with sarcasm. “Are you finally feeling the


    shame you should have been after all this time?” I asked in a bright and obviously fake hopeful


    tone.


    Sarah screamed and tried toe through the cell door, but Jack grabbed her arm and jerked her


    back, then he pped her in the face. “Calm down.” He said to her in a scathing tone.


    Iughed at the sight. “Oh Sarah, it seems your finally learning your ce in the world. My words


    bright and mocking.


    She turned angry eyes in my direction, her insanity was like a fire simmering in her gaze. She


    remained silent, but her eyes said everything she wanted too. I look


    I looke away from her to meet the gazes of the three warlocks stupid enough to step into my


    territory.


    I felt the tingling in my gums as my fangs dropped. “Did psycho Barbie and psycho Ken not tell you


    just exactly who I was.” I asked them still smiling.


    Andy scoffed. “You’re just a low level Werewolf, now shut up and take your beating like a good toy,


    bitch.” He growled.


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    He lifted his hand and tried to hit me, at thest moment his body froze, unable to move. He kept


    trying until panic entered his eyes, and the smell of his fear reached me.


    “Ah, so the prey has finally realized it’s prey, how….delicious.” I drawled in a low purring voice.


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    Bruce grabbed my shirt and pulled me forward. “What did you do to him you bitch!” He growled. His


    angry expression became puzzled after a moment, then his expression changed to one of panic,


    when he realized he could no longer move.


    I looked at Mark, his head was turning from Andy to Bruce, he did this several times before his gaze


    met mine. “Who are you?” he asked, anger and fear in his tone.


    “Me?” I asked faking an innocent voice. Smiling wide I said. “I’m just only the oldest daughter of


    King Sabastian Dayblood of the Vampires.” 3


    His face paled at my words, he tried to lift his feet so he could turn and run away. Then I watched as


    panic and fear started to overwhelm him when he realized he couldn’t.


    With a wide and cruel smile I said. “Wee to my territory…you will now serve as a food source


    for me….but I want to hear you scream first.”


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