Claimed by The Rogue Alpha
Claimed By The Rogue Alpha Chapter 77

Lyons stared at the tablet. His brows knotted in full concentration. "I'd like it if the ads on all our social media have the same themes. Same song, same characteristics."

His face relaxed as he stumbled upon a somewhat nice outlook. "Well, this is good too, although, I'm looking for something more...neutral."

"To match with the body tones," his PA added.

"Exactly." Lyons glanced up at him. "Think that just it." His PA nodded and scribbled down on his clipboard.

"Also, I think we should really do a remodelling. More on that later."

When he was left alone, Lyons rested back in his seat, his eyes closed. Goddamn, he couldn't contain the excitement rushing in him. In a matter of weeks, he would be launching a new skin care brand. An serum meant for people with severely damaged skin. The hell that as going to sell like hot cakes. It was a fact. Yes, even with the whole commotion and curfew that'd been called.

Lyons let open his eyes and rose. He ambled to the large window. The streets were pretty deserted. Brookehurt had become a ghost town ever since the curfew was called. A curfew that stretched for thirteen hours. 7am to freaking 8 in the night.

Lyons had been able to beat the morning curfew. This was his routine now: leave home as early as six and come back late in the night. His workers weren't spared either, and although his mother had complained bitterly about this, Lyons hadn't heeded. How could he though, when this was his business. His family business. Far be it from him to bring loss into the family.

A distant look appeared on Lyons' face. He didn't think that it would come to this. A curfew. Like, f**k. Was this the first time a human was getting killed by a wolf? Was it? And even if one went with the whole narrative of this being a serial killing, there were far worse towns out there who actually feasted on humans openly. Tyrex and the likes.

Lyons scoffed. F*****g humans. Weaklings they were. They'd just shown how feeble-witted they were by storming Brookehurt and destroying properties, here and there. Bloody fools.

He'd seen it in the news. How bad they wrecked the city. Central Brooke hurt had it worse. A lot of businesses were destroyed. Thankfully, the madness didn't make it to the north. Had his company-Baker and Taylor-been destroyed, oh damn f**k, he would have gone on full blown craze. Everyone would have received the heat. Everyone.

Lyons pulled away from the window and walked back to his seat. He wanted to know the latest development. So far, neither the mayors of the various boroughs, nor the Brookehurt governor had issued a statement. It set Lyons on the edge a bit. Like his mother usually said, silence is deadly. Who knows what could be going on in their minds. Who knows the various measures they were trying to cook up.to deal with the situation. Lyons was therefore always on the lookout for any new development in the matter. His first point of call was the news channel: Brookehurt Channel 7. It was the local news channel for Northern Brookehurt. As always, nothing much was going on. The headline was just about the heat wave that was set to hit-thanks to July that was fast approaching -and the outcome of the raid. Very typical. Lyons was about to leave the website, when the anchor mentioned something of note.

"Over the past forty-eight hours, a series of messages pointing at the whereabouts of Olivia Haynes has surfaced." Lyons sat erect, eyes wide open. "Recall that the twenty-year old was last seen leaving a bar on the night of April, the 18th. The message from the anonymous sender suggests that Olivia is alive, but held captive by a rather public figure." What? Lyons thought. What the f**k?

"More to come on this later," the anchor said, marking the end of subject. Lyons absentmindedly placed his phone on the table. His eyes still wide in shock.

What the f**k? He thought again. He couldn't not f*****g believe this. Was this a prank? But he knew how stupid that thought was. Brookehurt Channel 7 was a reputable news channel and so.

Lyons tapped on his phone to go through social for further investigation. The only platform he used was active on was Facebook. And so he hopped in there and scoured around.

He didn't have anything much going on in his newsfeed. Impatient with the bursting anxiety, he went for the search icon and typed in: Olivia Haynes. The search yielded a host of results. Both texts, images and videos.

He clicked on the top post which had been written by one Kall Medaisylover

She'd made mention of Vintage Wine. Clicking on the highlighted text, Lyons was directed to a page. Vintage Inc. He knew that company and it was for a bad reason. His jaw hardened. Then, he wandered how Vintage was connected with the craze going on. Holding back his rage, he returned to the post and continued reading.

He reached the end of the post, a frown on his face. What garbage! The post hadn't hit the nail on the head, not in any way. Olivia was alive after all, okay, and? Where was she? What happened to her? Lyons was about to dismiss the post as clout-chasing when he stumbled upon the pinned post. It was the same lady or guy-it had to be a lady, judging from the profile.

Olivia was in Brooke hurt! What? And she was held captive. As in kidnapped? Who would do that?

His question was answered by a video below the post. He clicked on it, and his throat went dry.

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