Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha
Chapter 122

Leander

Face twisted with obvious disdain, the ridiculous human male snapped at me, “Are you the no good prick who knocked her up?”

For a moment, all conscious thought fled my brain. I was utterly lost. My Wolf was equally frozen in my mind, standing stock still, not even a tail twitch. The human’s words didn’t make any sense. Of course, I understood the question and the implication, but the concept was just too impossible to wrap my brain around. Was it really possible? Could Hycinth be carrying my unborn young? Every indication from the male’s narrowed eyes and combative expression to Luca’s quick intake of breath pointed to the shocking truth.

Abruptly, my Wolf sprang back to life, sending out a surge of Alpha dominance I’d never experienced before…

…every Wolf in the room dropped to the ground.

The force of it shocked even me.

The snarling animal in my head vibrated with out-of-control animosity. He wanted to have his mate and his pup…and he wanted them now!

I wanted the same, but first to get a grip on my sanity, I needed verbal confirmation. Turning to Luca, my voice lowered dangerously. I spoke slowly just to make sure he understood the question completely, “Is this a*****e telling me she’s pregnant…with my pup?”

A hard shudder rattled down Luca’s spine. He gasped for air, “Y -yes.”

Yes…

Inconceivable but true, which meant Hycinth had to be more than half way through her pregnancy…and once again, this male had stood between me and what was mine. My hands clenched into fists as I resisted the urge to rip out his throat. Luca blanched, recognizing my lethal intention. A few of the wolves behind me m****d.

“And you didn’t think to mention that on the phone earlier?” I didn’t bother waiting on Luca’s reply before another thought occurred to me. My head snapped toward Sydney. “Did you know she was pregnant?!”

“No!” Sydney panted on her knees, hands splayed on the floor in front of her, struggling to keep herself upright. “I had n-no idea.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I told her she should tell you,” Lucky gritted, struggling to get the words out. “But she is my family. I’ll always stand by her choices…right or wrong.”

I glared at him and spat, “Well, just look at how well that plan worked out! She wouldn’t be missing right now if she’d been in my care.”

He flinched and hung his head.

“Hey, man,” the biker interrupted, eyes wide, holding his gun in the air. If I could have, I would have laughed. I didn’t give a shit about the weapon. His stance remained defensive. “I don’t know what you’re doin’ to them. But you need to let that shit go for a minute. Right now, she needs our help.”

“I know that!” I hissed. But knowing it and doing it were two different things. My Wolf was stomping around in my head, snarling to get free so that he could track our mate. But given what I already knew about Hycinth’s abduction, running around outside, trying to catch her scent, wasn’t going to be productive. Taking a deep breath in, it required every bit of my discipline to pull back and contain my wildly out-of-control alpha influence. A low flow of energy continued to emit from me, but finally, I had a grip on it.

A burst of air whooshed from Luca’s lungs. His body sagged with profound relief. Grunts could be heard as the other wolves staggered to their feet.

Keeping a keen eye on me, one of the other bikers, a burly male with a tatted bald head and unruly beard, stepped behind Luca and crouched down. Gripping under his arms, he pulled Luca to his feet, muttering, “You okay, Whiskey?”

Whiskey? And then I remembered. It was probably Luca’s alias. I didn’t have time to wonder or care why he was still using it.

“Yeah, Frank,” Luca grunted, stumbling a bit while the biker steadied him.

I snarled at Luca, “What did you replace out about the vehicle? Do you have a lead on her location?”

The first biker’s cell phone began to ring. Hesitantly, he lowered the weapon and pulled the phone from his pocket, placing it to his ear, “What’dya got?”

It wasn’t necessary for the biker to relay the conversation as every Wolf in the room couldeasily hear the unknown caller respond, “Tag is registered to a Cameron Martin. I’ve got his address. About an hour away but somethin’ ain’t right.”

Brows pulling together, the male drug his hand through his short disheveled ash-blonde hair. “What do ya mean?”

“Doubt this vehicle was used for a kidnapping. It’s a small car. Didn’t you say we were looking for something bigger?”

“Yeah, I think so.” The biker turned his attention back to Luca. “What type of vehicle was it?”

“SUV,” Luca still struggled to catch his breath, “black…I couldn’t tell the make and model.”

“We’re looking for an black SUV,” the biker relayed to the caller. “So the tag is stolen?”

“Nah, that’s just it. It clearly doesn’t fit the vehicle, but it hasn’t been reported as stolen.”

The biker rubbed the back of his neck. “Okay. So, who doesn’t file a report when their tag is stolen?”

“Got me,” the caller answered.

“Maybe the tag is borrowed,” Sydney offered, taking a step forward.

All eyes in the room tracked her movement, including the bikers whose attention widened just slightly as he noticed her, but he didn’t reveal his thoughts. Sydney ignored him, focusing her attention on me instead.

“Explain,” I demanded.

“Maybe this Cameron Martin didn’t report it because he knows it’s being used.”

Ever walked to my side. “Family member or friend, then?”

Still holding the phone to his ear, the biker nodded. “Possible, but why? Even if he’s willingly trying to throw you off the actual vehicle’s trail to help someone else, he’s gotta know you’d track the tag back to him.” The male eyed me up and down, and then gave a quick glance around the room at the heavily armed wolves. “I’m guessin’ the fucker knows who’s comin’. Stupid to call that kind of attention to himself.”

I couldn’t deny his logic. Whatever the reason Cameron had for sharing his license plate, he’d already signed his death sentence in doing so.