Fated reborn - Chapter 199: Chapter 199
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Luciano's POV.
I drove back to the pack house, frustration and exhaustion weighing down on me.
My mind was a mess, swirling with thoughts of Victor and Clara, of the strange notes, of the eerie silence that seemed to be pressing in from all sides. I felt like I was chasing ghosts, running in circles with no clear way out.
The drive back was a blur, the roads stretching out endlessly, each mile dragging me further into uncertainty. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, something big, something I couldn't control.
I reached the pack house and pulled into the parking lot; I parked his car with a hard slam of the brakes, not bothering to take a deep breath. My chest felt tight, my hands still trembling from the frantic search, from the feeling of helplessness gnawing at me.
I stepped out of the car, slamming the door behind me, and walked toward the pack house with heavy steps.
As soon as I reached the exit, I was met by the two guards standing at the door. They snapped to attention when they saw me. But I didn’t have the energy for pleasantries, for the usual nod of acknowledgment. I just kept walking, my face set, my jaw clenched. The two guards exchanged a quick glance but didn’t say anything at first.
One of them hesitated and then asked, “Is everything alright, Alpha?”
I paused for a brief moment, my mind running a thousand miles a minute. wanted to tell them, to unload all of the anger and fear that was tearing me up inside. But he couldn’t. It wasn’t their problem. They didn’t need to be dragged into this mess. Not yet, anyway.
I shook my head, forcing a short, almost dismissive grunt, and muttered, “Nothing for you to worry about.”
With that, I kept walking, heading toward the stairs. My footsteps echoed through the hallways as I made my way to my room. The silence of the pack house felt suffocating, the kind of silence that made everything seem off. I was used to the hum of activity, the occasional chatter, and the presence of his pack members. But now, it felt hollow, like something was missing.
I reached the door to his room, pausing for a moment as my hand rested on the doorknob. I closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against the cool wood. I felt the weight of the day pressing down on him, the weight of everything I couldn’t figure out. I needed answers, but I wasn’t even sure where to start looking.
After a moment, I pushed the door open and walked inside. My room was just as it always was—dark, quiet, and painfully empty. I kicked off my shoes and ripped off my tie, tossing it onto the floor along with my socks. I flopped onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to find some way to quiet my mind.
But no matter how hard I tried, the thoughts kept circling. Clara. Victor. The notes. The silence. None of it made sense. I could feel his heart racing again, that tight knot of fear forming in his chest. I wanted to sleep, wanted to close my eyes and forget about everything for just a few hours. But my mind wouldn’t let him.
Minutes turned into what felt like hours, and I still couldn’t sleep. Finally, with a frustrated groan, I threw the blanket off of my body and sat up. I needed to get some air. Maybe a walk would help clear my head.
I stood up, pacing the room for a moment before I decided. There was no use staying locked in this place. I needed to do something—anything. Without thinking twice, he walked out of my room, my footsteps silent on the cold floors as I made my way downstairs.
The hallways were quiet, the house still and empty, just the way it had been when I left earlier. But as I neared Laura’s room, I saw the door cracked open. She stepped out just as he got close, and for a brief moment, our eyes met.
I froze, my breath catching in my throat.
I quickly tried to straighten myself up, making sure my face wasn’t showing any of the panic that was threatening to rise up. I didn’t want her to see me like this, didn’t want to burden her with my worries. But she saw right through me, her eyes narrowing slightly as she stepped closer.
“Luciano…” she said softly, her voice filled with concern. “What’s wrong?”
I opened his mouth, but the words wouldn’t come. What could I say to her? How could I explain that Victor and Clara were missing, that I was getting these cryptic, strange notes, that something felt deeply wrong? How could I tell her all of this without dragging her into the mess?
I swallowed hard, trying to force the words out. But before I could answer, Laura stepped even closer, her gaze steady and soft. “Talk to me,” she said, her hand reaching out to touch my arm. “I can see something’s bothering you.”
I closed my eyes for a moment, fighting the urge to break down, to tell her everything. But I knew I couldn’t do that—not yet. There were too many unknowns. Too many questions.
“Clara and Victor,” I said finally, my voice tight. “They’re both missing. And I’ve been getting these weird notes… strange messages. It doesn’t make sense, Laura. I don’t know where they are, or if they’re even safe.”
I let the words hang in the air between them, my chest tightening as the weight of everything hit him all over again. I could feel the panic rising, but I pushed it back, focusing on Laura’s eyes. She didn’t say anything for a long time, just standing there, looking at him, her expression unreadable.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally spoke. “You’re not alone in this, Luciano. We’ll figure this out together. You don’t have to carry this burden by yourself.”
Her words hit me harder than I expected. I hadn’t realized just how much I needed to hear them.
I nodded, taking a shaky breath. “Thanks, Laura. But right now, I just… I need to figure out what’s going on. Something doesn’t feel right.”
Laura reached up and gently cupped my face, her touch grounding me, reminding me that I wasn’t alone in this.
“I’m with you,” she said softly, her voice steady. “Whatever it takes, we’ll find them. You’re not doing this on your own.”
My heart twisted at her words. I wanted to believe that. I wanted to believe that they could fix this, that everything would go back to normal. But deep down, a gnawing feeling told me that whatever was happening, whatever had happened to Victor and Clara, it was only the beginning of something much bigger.
And he had no idea what was coming next.
I drove back to the pack house, frustration and exhaustion weighing down on me.
My mind was a mess, swirling with thoughts of Victor and Clara, of the strange notes, of the eerie silence that seemed to be pressing in from all sides. I felt like I was chasing ghosts, running in circles with no clear way out.
The drive back was a blur, the roads stretching out endlessly, each mile dragging me further into uncertainty. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, something big, something I couldn't control.
I reached the pack house and pulled into the parking lot; I parked his car with a hard slam of the brakes, not bothering to take a deep breath. My chest felt tight, my hands still trembling from the frantic search, from the feeling of helplessness gnawing at me.
I stepped out of the car, slamming the door behind me, and walked toward the pack house with heavy steps.
As soon as I reached the exit, I was met by the two guards standing at the door. They snapped to attention when they saw me. But I didn’t have the energy for pleasantries, for the usual nod of acknowledgment. I just kept walking, my face set, my jaw clenched. The two guards exchanged a quick glance but didn’t say anything at first.
One of them hesitated and then asked, “Is everything alright, Alpha?”
I paused for a brief moment, my mind running a thousand miles a minute. wanted to tell them, to unload all of the anger and fear that was tearing me up inside. But he couldn’t. It wasn’t their problem. They didn’t need to be dragged into this mess. Not yet, anyway.
I shook my head, forcing a short, almost dismissive grunt, and muttered, “Nothing for you to worry about.”
With that, I kept walking, heading toward the stairs. My footsteps echoed through the hallways as I made my way to my room. The silence of the pack house felt suffocating, the kind of silence that made everything seem off. I was used to the hum of activity, the occasional chatter, and the presence of his pack members. But now, it felt hollow, like something was missing.
I reached the door to his room, pausing for a moment as my hand rested on the doorknob. I closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against the cool wood. I felt the weight of the day pressing down on him, the weight of everything I couldn’t figure out. I needed answers, but I wasn’t even sure where to start looking.
After a moment, I pushed the door open and walked inside. My room was just as it always was—dark, quiet, and painfully empty. I kicked off my shoes and ripped off my tie, tossing it onto the floor along with my socks. I flopped onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to find some way to quiet my mind.
But no matter how hard I tried, the thoughts kept circling. Clara. Victor. The notes. The silence. None of it made sense. I could feel his heart racing again, that tight knot of fear forming in his chest. I wanted to sleep, wanted to close my eyes and forget about everything for just a few hours. But my mind wouldn’t let him.
Minutes turned into what felt like hours, and I still couldn’t sleep. Finally, with a frustrated groan, I threw the blanket off of my body and sat up. I needed to get some air. Maybe a walk would help clear my head.
I stood up, pacing the room for a moment before I decided. There was no use staying locked in this place. I needed to do something—anything. Without thinking twice, he walked out of my room, my footsteps silent on the cold floors as I made my way downstairs.
The hallways were quiet, the house still and empty, just the way it had been when I left earlier. But as I neared Laura’s room, I saw the door cracked open. She stepped out just as he got close, and for a brief moment, our eyes met.
I froze, my breath catching in my throat.
I quickly tried to straighten myself up, making sure my face wasn’t showing any of the panic that was threatening to rise up. I didn’t want her to see me like this, didn’t want to burden her with my worries. But she saw right through me, her eyes narrowing slightly as she stepped closer.
“Luciano…” she said softly, her voice filled with concern. “What’s wrong?”
I opened his mouth, but the words wouldn’t come. What could I say to her? How could I explain that Victor and Clara were missing, that I was getting these cryptic, strange notes, that something felt deeply wrong? How could I tell her all of this without dragging her into the mess?
I swallowed hard, trying to force the words out. But before I could answer, Laura stepped even closer, her gaze steady and soft. “Talk to me,” she said, her hand reaching out to touch my arm. “I can see something’s bothering you.”
I closed my eyes for a moment, fighting the urge to break down, to tell her everything. But I knew I couldn’t do that—not yet. There were too many unknowns. Too many questions.
“Clara and Victor,” I said finally, my voice tight. “They’re both missing. And I’ve been getting these weird notes… strange messages. It doesn’t make sense, Laura. I don’t know where they are, or if they’re even safe.”
I let the words hang in the air between them, my chest tightening as the weight of everything hit him all over again. I could feel the panic rising, but I pushed it back, focusing on Laura’s eyes. She didn’t say anything for a long time, just standing there, looking at him, her expression unreadable.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally spoke. “You’re not alone in this, Luciano. We’ll figure this out together. You don’t have to carry this burden by yourself.”
Her words hit me harder than I expected. I hadn’t realized just how much I needed to hear them.
I nodded, taking a shaky breath. “Thanks, Laura. But right now, I just… I need to figure out what’s going on. Something doesn’t feel right.”
Laura reached up and gently cupped my face, her touch grounding me, reminding me that I wasn’t alone in this.
“I’m with you,” she said softly, her voice steady. “Whatever it takes, we’ll find them. You’re not doing this on your own.”
My heart twisted at her words. I wanted to believe that. I wanted to believe that they could fix this, that everything would go back to normal. But deep down, a gnawing feeling told me that whatever was happening, whatever had happened to Victor and Clara, it was only the beginning of something much bigger.
And he had no idea what was coming next.
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