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Third Person POV

It's been days since the kidnapping with no progress on the search for Beryl and Lucas. The villa was turned upside down, yet no clues were found on the whereabouts of the two. The signal on the tracking device in Beryl's earrings were faint, making the search fruitless. No one in the mansion had seen Bruce so furious. The mansion lay in ruins with glass shards everywhere, broken furniture and torn curtains.

Angering him would be asking for death. He was a walking tornado, wreaking havoc everywhere. Kyle was the only one able to reason with the alpha, being the second in command. Bruce clenched his jaw, knuckles white as he watched the video again, searching for any clue, any detail the kidnapper might have overlooked. On the third watch Kyle walks into the room, a phone in hand.

"It's Ace" Bruce stares at the device and glares, snatching the phone.

"Where are they?" He wasted no time in getting to the issue. The alpha on the line laughs, obviously enjoying the distress he has caused his brother. He sighs and tuts, feigning ignorance. "I'm lost here. Who are you talking about?" He questions in genuine confusion. Bruce grips the phone, fresh anger flowing. His voice octaves lower, threatens the alpha "You pray to every fucking god in existence that I find them, or I will find you" Ace smiles, staring at the video taken of Lucas and Beryl.

"I look forward to our reunion" he cuts the line and Bruce is left staring at the phone before smashing it into the wall. Kyle stands in silence and waits for the alpha's anger to subside

"Any progress?" He breathed heavily, fighting the urge to destroy everything in sight. Kyle placed the tablet down, connecting it to the large screen. It was a map of the outskirts of the city. A red dot flickered close to a warehouse a few miles away. The warehouse was previously one of the biggest money laundering operations in the city but got shut down by the cia a few years back.

"The signal from beryl's earrings was picked up around the warehouse" he tapped the area surrounding the warehouse, face tight in frustration.

"There's a chance Ace is keeping them there"

"I need certainty, not chances" Bruce demanded.

"This is the only lead we have, there's no other choice" Bruce's eyes narrowed as he studied the map on the screen. The flickering red dot was their only lead after  days of fruitless searching and he wasn't going to waste any time. He turned to Kyle, voice steady but filled with silent anger

"Gather the team. We're heading to the warehouse", he ordered.

Kyle nodded and quickly left the room to assemble their best men. Bruce took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging inside him. He couldn't afford to lose control now.

Beryl

I don't know how long we've been in this warehouse, but from the smell coming from me I'd say it's been a couple of days. Food and water are brought every day so hunger isn't a problem. After the video was taken of me and Lucas, the fucker tried to stuff his dicklet in my mouth which I religiously bit off. I got a few kicks at my stomach but it was worth it. Lucas tried shuffling close to me but the ropes were bound tight, making it difficult for him to move.

"Fuck, are you okay Beryl?" I groaned in pain from my new bruises, breathing in a heavy amount of air. My shoulder didn't hurt as much, which I was grateful for and now I have new bruises.

"I should've ripped it off" I grumbled, sitting up and wincing from the pain. Lucas sighed and leaned back with his eyes closed. He's blaming himself again for what happened, us being kidnapped.

"It's not you fault, Lucas" He scoffs and glances at me, lips pressed together tightly. "I should have been able to protect you, it was my job" I tapped his leg softly," You did your best, neither of us saw this coming. Quit beating yourself up"

Lucas sighed, his shoulders slumping. I could feel his guilt radiating off him, a heavy weight on his conscience. He blames himself for everything that happened, for not being able to prevent the kidnapping

"Have some faith, I'm sure Bruce is trying his hardest to find us" The thought of Bruce has me tearing up. God I miss him and his overprotectiveness. If I listened to him and stayed at the mansion maybe I wouldn't be here, tied up in an abandoned warehouse with bruises. Blaming myself for being stubborn won't change the past, 'what ifs' and 'maybes' can only lead you down an dark spiral of regret.

A door opened and I raised my head to see the person who entered. It was the fucker who took the video of Lucas and I. He turned to whisper something to the guards who looked at each other before nodding, walked towards Lucas and began untying him.

"Get your fucking hands off me" he snarled and fought against them. I tried to fight against my restraints but the man held my hands tight above me, a sly smile showing yellowing teeth.

"Not you, we're going to have some fun" he whispered in my ear making me shiver in disgust. The two guards took Lucas away and left the room, locking the door. I looked up to glare at the man and he pulled out a needle and injected it in my neck. He stepped back and smiled looking down at me, a crazed look in his eyes.

"What did you just..." my vision was spinning and my skin felt like ants were walking over me. A warm tingling sensation spread throughout my body making me squirm. My pants felt constricted against my skin. I could feel myself getting wetter and blood flower faster to my nether regions.

"What did you do to me?" I breathed, squirming to get rid of the tingling sensation. He only looked at me and smirked before loosening the ropes on my hand.

"It's working faster than I imagined" he chuckled and began touching me, his hands travelling up my legs to my waist before slowly pulling down my pants.I moaned at the unfamiliar touch

"Get your dicklet away from me" I tried to fight against him but my body felt heavy to move

Bruce.....

Third person POV

Within minutes, the team was ready. They moved swiftly and silently through the night, their vehicles blending into the shadows. As they approached the warehouse, Bruce signaled for everyone to stop. He needed to assess the situation before making a move.

“Thermal imaging,” he whispered to Kyle, who handed him a pair of goggles.

Bruce scanned the warehouse, noting the heat signatures inside. There were several figures, but he couldn’t tell if any of them were Beryl or Lucas. He clenched his jaw, frustration bubbling up again.

“We go in quietly,” Bruce instructed. “No unnecessary risks. We get them out safely.”

The team moved in, their steps silent and precise. Bruce led the way, his senses on high alert. As they entered the warehouse, the faint sound of muffled voices reached his ears. He signaled for the team to spread out and cover all exits.

Bruce followed the sound, his heart pounding in his chest. He turned a corner and saw a locked door. There was a sound of rustling clothes and a moan. Aiming the gun at the handle he shot the door and it opened to see Beryl half dressed with a man on top of his mate.

“Bruce!” Beryl’s voice was weak but filled with hope. The man got up and started to pull his pants up when Bruce shot him in the head. He fell with a thud, gaping hole in his head. The alpha turned to look at his mate, pulling off his shirt to cover him. Beryl leaned into his touch inhaling the familiar scent of honey and whiskey. Bruce knelt beside Beryl, gently cupping his mate's face in his hands. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. Beryl nodded weakly, his eyes still wide with fear.

"I'm so glad you're here Bruce," he managed to say, his voice trembling. "They took Lucas somewhere, we need to find...." Beryl's eyes roll back and he falls unconscious. Bruce, in a panic checks for a pulse and sighs in relief at the slow beating. He carries his mate and gets out of the warehouse.

"Beryl is safe, Lucas is still here, find him" he calls over the radio. Minutes later the team comes out with Lucas in hand. From a hidden surveillance room, Ace watches as his brother walks out of the warehouse with Beryl . His face is contorted with rage.

"You won't get away with this."

A/N

I'm alive.... Apologies for the long wait

Stay safe muffins 💖