He nodded like he'd expected that answer. "Fair enough." He moved toward the door. "Get some rest. Tomorrow we'll start going through anyone who might have known about Golden."

"Wait." The word escaped before I could stop it. "That portrait in the hallway. The one of you and Layla and

Cameron."

His shoulders tensed. "What about it?"

"You look like a family." I hated how small my voice sounded. "A real family. Happy."

Zeke turned to face me fully. "That portrait was commissioned by the pack council two years ago. They wanted something official for the main hall. Something that showed stability and continuity after your death."

"So it was just for show?"

"Everything with Layla was for show." His expression hardened. "We were never together, Cecelia. Not the way that portrait suggests.

Not the way you're imagining."

"But she lives here. She has Cameron. She acts like the Luna in everything but name."

"Because the pack needed a female presence and she was the only option." He ran his hand through his hair in

frustration. "After you died, after she lost the baby, Layla spiraled. She blamed herself for your death even though I

never knew why. She became obsessed with Cameron, with being the perfect mother, the perfect pack member."

"And you just let her stay here?"

"Where else would she go?" His voice rose slightly. "She

was my dead mate's sister. The pack accepted her because they thought it honored your memory. How could I throw her out without looking like a monster?"

I absorbed this information slowly. "So you never loved her? Even after I was gone?"

"I thought I loved her once, a long time ago. Before the war, before our fathers tore our packs apart." He moved closer again. "But whatever I felt for her died the day I marked you. The day I made you mine and then treated you like you

meant nothing."

"I did mean nothing to you."

"You meant everything to me." His voice dropped to barely above a whisper. "That was the problem. I married you thinking I could keep my heart locked away, that I could do

my duty without getting attached. But every day with you made it harder to maintain that distance. Every smile, every laugh, every moment you tried to make our marriage work despite knowing

I didn't love you, it broke down my walls."

"Then why did you push me away?" Tears burned my eyes. "Why did you choose her?"

"Because I'm a coward."

The admission came out flat, emotionless. "Because loving you meant admitting I'd been wrong about everything. Wrong about Layla, wrong about duty over emotion, wrong about who I was supposed to be."

He shook his head. "By the time I realized what I'd thrown away, you were gone. Dead. And I had to live with

knowing my cowardice killed you."

"Layla killed me. Or tried to."

"I gave her the opportunity." His eyes met mine, and I saw genuine anguish there. "If I'd been a better mate, a better husband, she never would have felt threatened enough to push you off that cliff. Your blood is on my hands as much as

hers."

I didn't know what to say to that. Part of me wanted to argue, to tell him he was being dramatic. But another part recognized the truth in his words. If Zeke had chosen me,

truly chosen me, maybe Layla never would have acted.

"We can't change the past," I said finally.

"No. But I can spend every day for the rest of my life trying to make up for it." He moved to the door again. "Get some rest, Cecelia. We have a long day tomorrow."

After he left, I changed into my sleeping clothes and crawled into bed. The sheets smelled like lavender and something else, something that reminded me of the palace as it used to be. Before

everything went wrong.

Sleep didn't come easy. Every time I closed my eyes,

I saw Golden's face in that photograph. His tears. His fear. My baby needed me and I was lying in a comfortable bed in a palace while he suffered somewhere.

I must have eventually drifted off because I woke to early morning light streaming through the window. My phone showed three missed calls from Fatima. I called her back

immediately.

"Cecelia, thank the goddess."

Fatima sounded relieved. "I've been trying to reach you for hours."

"I'm sorry, I was asleep. What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong exactly, but I remembered something. That woman who was asking questions about Golden a few

weeks ago? I saw her."

I sat up straight. "You saw her? When? Where?"

"She came to my house about a month ago claiming to be doing a census for the pack. She asked about everyone living with me,

including you and Golden." Fatima's voice went tight. "I didn't think anything of it at the time. We get pack officials through sometimes doing surveys. But now that the trackers

mentioned it, I remember. She was very interested in Golden specifically. Asked his age, whether his father was involved,

where he went to school."

"What did you tell her?"

"Just the basics. That you lived with me, that Golden was three, that he attended the local preschool." Fatima paused.

"Cecelia, I'm so sorry. If I'd known-"

"It's not your fault," I interrupted. "You couldn't have known what she was planning. Did you tell the trackers this?"

"Yes, I called them as soon as I remembered. They're coming back to take a full statement."

I thanked Fatima and ended the call, my mind racing. This woman had been gathering information about Golden for at

least a month. This wasn't a random kidnapping. Someone had been watching us, planning this, waiting for the right moment.

I dressed quickly and went to find Zeke. His office door was open, which surprised me. He sat at his desk surrounded by files and his laptop, looking like he hadn't slept at all.

"Fatima called," I said without preamble. "She saw the woman too. The one asking questions about Golden."

Zeke looked up sharply. "When?"

"About a month ago. The woman came to her house

claiming to do a pack census." I moved closer to his desk. "Zeke, this was planned.

Whoever took Golden has been watching us for weeks, maybe longer."

"I know." He turned his laptop to face me. The screen showed a grainy traffic camera image of a dark SUV. "This vehicle was caught on camera leaving Seacreek the

afternoon Golden disappeared. We're working on enhancing

the image to get a license plate, but the angle is bad."

I studied the image. The SUV looked expensive, the kind that wealthy pack members or Alpha families drove. "Do you recognize

it?"

"Not yet. But we will." He closed the laptop. "I need you to

make a list for me."

"A list of what?"

"Everyone who knew you were alive. Everyone in Seacreek who knew about Golden, who knew he was my son." His expression was grim. "We need to consider that someone

from your new life betrayed you."

The words hit me like cold water. "No. The people in Seacreek, they wouldn't-"

"Someone gave information to that woman." Zeke's voice was firm but not unkind. "Someone told her where to find you, where Golden went to school, enough details to plan

this kidnapping. We need to figure out who."

I sank into the chair across from his desk. The list would be

short. Fatima obviously. Her children, though they were too young to understand what they might have overheard. A few neighbors who'd become friends. The preschool staff. My boss at the market where I worked part time.

"It could have been innocent," I said weakly. "Someone mentioning Golden in passing, not realizing-"

"Maybe." Zeke pulled out a notepad. "But we need to investigate everyone. Anyone who might want to hurt you through Golden. Anyone who might have a grudge against

you or against me."

"Against you? Why would someone with a grudge against

you target Golden?"

"Because he's my son. Because hurting him hurts me." Zeke's jaw was tight. "I've made enemies over

the years, Cecelia. Other Alphas who disagreed with my decisions. Wolves I've exiled or punished. It's possible someone found out about Golden and saw an opportunity for

revenge.

The thought made me sick. My baby caught up in pack politics and old grudges that had nothing to do with him. He was innocent. He was just a little boy who liked playing in the sand and helping Fatima with her fishing nets and asking

endless questions about everything.

"Start with Seacreek," Zeke said, pushing the notepad toward me. "Write down every name you can think of. We'll

go through them one by one."

I picked up the pen with shaking hands and began to write. Fatima's name went first, though I knew in my bones she had nothing to do with this. Then her children. Then the neighbors, my coworkers, the preschool staff. The list grew longer than I expected, and with each name my heart grew

heavier.

One of these people had betrayed me. One of them had given information that led to my son being taken. The thought was

unbearable.

CECELIAS POV

The list sat between us on Zeke's desk like an accusation. Seven names. That was all I could come up with. Seven people in Seacreek who knew Golden existed and that Zeke

was his father.

"That's it?"

Zeke asked, scanning the paper.

"Seacreek is a small pack. I kept to myself mostly." I pointed at the names. "Fatima and her three children, though they're too young to really understand. My neighbor

Elena who watched Golden sometimes when I had to work late. Marcus at the market where I worked. And Sarah,

Golden's preschool teacher."

Zeke made notes next to each name. "What about medical

records? Did you take Golden to a healer?"

"The pack healer, yes. But I never mentioned who his father was. I just said he wasn't in the picture."

"The healer would have seen his eyes." Zeke tapped his pen against the desk. "Those eyes are

distinctive. Anyone who's seen me would make the connection."

I hadn't thought of that. "Doctor Chen is a good man. He wouldn't gossip about his patients."

"People talk, Cecelia. Even good people." Zeke added the healer's name to the list. "What about Fatima's husband?

Other family members?"

"Fatima's a widow. Her husband died in a fishing accident before I arrived." I pulled the list closer, studying the names like they might suddenly reveal themselves as

traitors. "Her children are six, eight, and nine. They knew Golden's father wasn't around but I don't think they

understood the significance."

"Kids repeat things they overhear." Zeke stood, moving to the window. Morning light cut across his face at sharp angles. "Their friends, their teachers, other parents at

school. Information spreads."

The thought made my chest tight. I'd been so careful. I'd never spoken Zeke's name in Seacreek, never mentioned the Brooke Pack, never told anyone where I came from

But Golden's eyes had been a billboard announcement to anyone who looked close enough.

"I'll have investigators interview everyone on this list," Zeke said. "Quietly. We don't want to spook whoever might be

involved."

"They're not involved." The words came out more defensive than I intended. "These people are my friends. They helped

me when I had nothing."

"One of them talked to the wrong person." His voice was gentle but

firm. "Whether they meant to or not, someone gave information that led to Golden being taken."

Before I could respond, a knock interrupted us. One of Zeke's guards entered, looking uncomfortable.

"Alpha, there's a woman here from Seacreek Pack.

She says she's a friend of Miss Mayers and insists on seeing her. We've detained her at the gate but she's quite

persistent."

My heart jumped. "Fatima. That has to be Fatima."

Zeke nodded to the guard. "Bring

her to the main parlor. We'll meet her there."

The main parlor was one of the formal receiving rooms, all dark wood and heavy furniture that screamed old money and Alpha authority. I'd always hated this room during my brief time as Luna. It felt like a stage set, designed to intimidate

rather than welcome.

Fatima rushed in the moment the doors opened, her arms full of bags and her face creased with worry. She took one look at me and dropped everything, pulling me into a fierce hug.

"Thank the goddess you're alright," she breathed against my hair. "I've been worried sick. Your phone kept going to voicemail and I didn't know if something had happened."

I hugged her back, feeling tears prick my eyes. This woman had saved my life, had taken me in when I had nothing, had loved Golden like he was her own grandson. Whatever the

investigation revealed, I knew in my bones Fatima would never hurt us.

"I'm fine," I said, pulling back. "Just exhausted. Everything's been so chaotic."

Fatima's eyes moved past me to where Zeke stood watching us. Her expression shifted, becoming more guarded. "You must be Alpha Zeke."

"Mrs. Fatima." Zeke inclined his head respectfully. "Thank you for coming. And for everything you've done for Cecelia and Golden."

"I didn't do anything special." Fatima bent to gather the bags she'd dropped. "Just what any decent person would do when they find someone in need." She handed the bags to me. "I brought some of Golden's things. His favorite blanket, some clothes, toys. I

thought they might help with the search."

My throat closed up as I looked through the bags. Golden's stuffed whale that he'd had since he was a baby. The blue blanket he couldn't sleep without. A stack of his drawings from preschool. Each item was a punch to the chest, a

reminder of my son's absence.

"Thank you," I managed. "This is perfect."

Zeke took one of the bags from me, pulling out Golden's blanket and holding it carefully. "This will help

the trackers. Fresh scent markers are invaluable."

"Have you found anything?" Fatima asked. "Any leads?"

"Some." Zeke gestured to the seating area. "Please, sit. We have some questions for you."

Fatima's eyes narrowed slightly but she sat. I took the seat next to her, offering silent support. Zeke remained standing,

his Alpha presence filling the room.

"You told my investigators about a woman who came to your house asking questions," Zeke began.

"Can you walk me through that conversation again? Every detail you remember."

Fatima nodded slowly. "It was about a month ago, maybe a little longer. She knocked on my door in the afternoon, carrying a clipboard and wearing professional clothes.

She said she was doing a census for the pack, updating records."

"Did she show identification?"

"She had a badge on a lanyard around her neck. It looked official enough that I didn't question it." Fatima's face tightened with guilt. "I

should have been more careful."

"What did she ask about?" I prompted gently.

"General things at first. How many people lived in the house, their ages, occupations." Fatima met my eyes. "Then she started asking more specific questions about you and

Golden. Whether you had family in the area, if Golden's father was involved in his life, where he went to school."

"And you told her?" Zeke's tone wasn't accusatory but Fatima flinched anyway.

"I saw no reason not to. It seemed like standard census information." She twisted her hands in her lap. "I told her you

lived with me, that you worked at the market, that Golden attended the local preschool. I mentioned his father wasn't in the picture but didn't elaborate."

"Did you mention his eyes?" Zeke asked. "Their unusual color?"

Fatima thought for a moment. "She asked about distinguishing features for all the children. I might have

mentioned that Golden had striking gold eyes. I don't remember exactly." Zeke and I exchanged glances. That would have been enough. Anyone familiar with the Brooke

Pack would recognize those eyes as Alpha bloodline.

"Can you describe this woman?" Zeke pulled out his phone,

presumably to take notes.

"Thirties, I'd guess. Dark hair pulled back in a bun. Average height and build. She had a professional air about her, spoke with confidence." Fatima paused. "There was something else. She had a small scar above her left eyebrow. Just a thin line, but noticeable once you

saw it."

Zeke typed rapidly on his phone. "Anything else? Accent?

Unusual mannerisms?"

"She had a slight accent. I couldn't place it but it wasn't local to Seacreek." Fatima looked at me apologetically. "I'm sorry I didn't think this was important before. If I'd known-"

"You couldn't have known," I interrupted. "None of us could have."

A staff member entered with tea service, setting it on the low table

between us. The interruption gave us all a moment to breathe. I poured for Fatima and myself, my hands steadier

than I expected.

"Mrs. Fatima," Zeke said once the staff member had left. "I need to ask you something directly. Did you tell anyone else

about Golden's father? Even in passing, even casually?"

Fatima's eyes widened. "You think I'm involved in this?"

"I think information leaked from somewhere." Zeke's voice was careful. "I'm trying to trace how."

"I never told anyone about Golden's parentage because Cecelia never told me." Fatima's voice went hard. "She showed up on my beach half dead. When she woke up, she

had no memory at first. By the time she remembered, she'd made it clear she wanted to leave her past behind. I respected that."

"But people must have asked questions," Zeke pressed. "A woman shows up pregnant with no history, no pack ties. That would generate talk."

"Of course people talked." Fatima set down her teacup with more force than necessary. "But I shut down gossip when I heard it. As far as Seacreek knew, Cecelia was a widow

who'd lost her mate in a tragedy. No one pushed for details because we respect privacy."

I watched Zeke process this, saw him weighing Fatima's words against his need to find Golden. The Alpha in him wanted to press harder, to interrogate until he was satisfied.

But something held him back.

"I believe you," he said finally. "But someone in Seacreek talked to that woman. Someone gave her enough

information to target Golden specifically."

"Then we need to find out who." Fatima looked at me. "What can I do to help?"

"Tell me about the people on this list." Zeke showed her the paper. "Everyone who might have known or suspected Golden's true parentage."

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CECELIAS POV

Fatima studied the names. "Elena is a good woman. Single mother with two kids of her own. She watched Golden sometimes but I can't imagine her talking to strangers."

"What about Marcus at the market?"

"Marcus is harmless. A bit of a gossip but not malicious." Fatima tapped the paper. "Though now that you mention it, he did comment once on how Golden looked like he could be Alpheyes."

My stomach dropped. "When was this?"

"A few months ago. I brushed it off as Marcus being dramatic but he seemed quite certain." Fatima's face paled. "You don't think he would have mentioned it to someone else?"

"We need to talk to him." Zeke was already pulling out his phone again, sending messages. "What about Sarah, the

preschool teacher?"

"Sarah's devoted to her students. She's been teaching for twenty

years." Fatima shook her head. "I can't believe she'd do anything to put a child in danger."

"People don't always realize what they're doing," I said quietly. "An innocent comment to the wrong person could be enough."

The door opened and one of Zeke's investigators entered, a young woman with sharp eyes. "Alpha, I have an update from the Seacreek interviews."

"Go ahead," Zeke said.

The investigator glanced at Fatima and me. "It's sensitive information."

"They can hear it," Zeke said firmly.

"We questioned Marcus from the market. He broke down after twenty minutes of questioning." The investigator

consulted her tablet. "He admitted that a woman approached him about six weeks ago. She claimed to be a journalist doing a story on small pack communities and asked about

interesting residents."

My hands clenched in my lap. "What did he tell her?"

"Everything, apparently. About Cecelia showing up three years ago,

about Golden's unusual appearance, about the speculation that the boy might have Alpha blood." The investigator

looked apologetic. "He said the woman paid him five hundred dollars for the information. He thought it was harmless gossip, didn't realize the danger."

Five hundred dollars. Someone had paid Marcus five hundred dollars to betray us and he'd done it without a

second thought. Anger flooded through me so suddenly I had to clench my teeth to keep from screaming.

"Where is he now?" Zeke asked.

"Still in custody. He's cooperating fully and seems genuinely remorseful." The investigator swiped her tablet. "He provided a detailed description of the woman. Dark hair, professional

appearance, scar above her left eyebrow. Matches what Mrs. Fatima described."

"And he didn't think to mention this before?"

Fatima's voice shook with fury. "A strange woman paying hundreds of dollars for information about a child and he saw

nothing wrong with that?"

"He says he thought she was just gathering background for her article." The investigator's expression said what she

thought of that excuse. "He claims he had no idea anything bad would happen."

Zeke dismissed the investigator with orders to continue questioning Marcus. Once we were alone again, the silence felt suffocating.

"I'm going to kill him," Fatima said flatly. "I'm going to walk to wherever you're holding him and strangle Marcus with my bare hands."

"Get in line," I muttered.

Zeke moved to pour himself coffee from the service, his movements controlled but tight with tension. "This confirms what we suspected. Someone's been gathering information about Golden for at least six weeks. This was planned

carefully."

"The woman with the scar," I said. "Can we find her?"

"We're running the description through databases now. If she's associated with any pack, we'll find her." Zeke took a long drink of

coffee. "The question is who she's working for."

"Someone with money," Fatima said. "Five hundred dollars is nothing to sneeze at, especially for information. This isn't some random criminal. This is organized."

"Agreed." Zeke set down his cup. "Which brings us back to motive. Why target Golden? If this is about money, ransom

demands would have come already. If it's personal, who

would want to hurt Cecelia or me through our son?"

The question hung in the air. I ran through possibilities in my mind. My father was dead. Zeke's father was dead. The war between our packs had ended years ago. Who held grudges

that deep?

"Layla," Fatima said suddenly.

Zeke and I both turned to look at her.

"Think about it," Fatima continued. "She tried to kill Cecelia once because she wanted her position. Now Cecelia's back with proof that you have a biological heir. That threatens Layla's son's position,

doesn't it?"

"Cameron isn't my biological son," Zeke said quietly.

The words dropped like stones. Fatima's eyes widened.

"What?"

"We discovered recently that Cameron isn't mine." Zeke's expression was carefully neutral. "Layla lied about the paternity. We confirmed it with testing."

Fatima looked between us, processing this information. "Then she has even more reason to want Golden gone. If he's your only biological heir-"

"She's been removed from any position of authority," Zeke interrupted. "She has no power here anymore."

"Doesn't mean she doesn't have connections." Fatima leaned forward. "A woman scorned and desperate is dangerous. If she arranged this before you discovered the

truth about Cameron-"

"We're investigating Layla's activities," Zeke said. "Her communications, her contacts, her finances. If she's involved, we'll find proof."

I wanted to believe it was Layla. It would be easier somehow if the threat came from a known enemy rather than a

stranger. But something didn't sit right about it. Layla was impulsive and emotional. This kidnapping felt calculated and cold.

A soft knock interrupted my thoughts. A staff member entered with a message for Zeke. He read it quickly, his

expression darkening.

"The investigators found something in Layla's quarters," he said. "We need to go."

"I'm coming," I said immediately.

Zeke looked like he might argue but nodded. He turned to Fatima. "You're welcome to stay here at the palace. We have plenty of guest rooms and it's safer than Seacreek right

now."

"Thank you, but I need to get back to my children." Fatima stood, hugging me tightly. "You call me the moment you hear

anything, understand?"

"I promise."

As Fatima gathered her things to leave, she pulled me aside while

Zeke was giving orders to his guards.

"That man still loves you," she whispered. "I can see it in how he looks at you. How he talks about Golden."

I shook my head immediately. "You're wrong. Whatever we had is long dead."

"Is it?" Fatima's eyes searched mine. "Because from where I'm standing, you both look like you're drowning and reaching for each other even as you try to swim away."

"Fatima-"

"Just think about it." She squeezed my hand. "Life's too short for pride, Cecelia. Especially when a child's happiness is at

stake."

She left before I could respond, her words echoing in my head as Zeke and I made our way through the palace toward Layla's quarters. Guards flanked us on both sides,

a constant reminder that nowhere was truly safe anymore.

"What did they find?" I asked as we climbed the stairs.

"I don't know yet. The message just

said it was important."

Layla's quarters were in the east wing, a suite of rooms that had once been designated for the Luna's sister or close family. I'd never been inside them during my time here. Now guards stood at the door, their expressions grim.

Inside, investigators were carefully sorting through drawers and closets. One of them approached Zeke immediately, holding an evidence bag.

"We found this hidden in a false bottom of her jewelry box," the

investigator said.

Through the clear plastic, I could see a burner phone. The cheap kind you bought with cash and threw away after use.

"Have you accessed it?"

Zeke asked.

"Not yet. We wanted your authorization first." The investigator handed him the bag. "But there's something else."

She led us to Layla's desk where papers were spread out. Bank statements showing large cash withdrawals over the past two

months. Receipts from a private investigator. And most damning, a handwritten note with an address in neutral

territory and a date from three weeks ago.

My blood ran cold as I read the note. The date was two days before Golden went missing.

"Get this phone unlocked immediately," Zeke ordered. "I

want to know every call made, every text sent. And find out what this address is."

"Already on it, Alpha." The investigator gathered the evidence

carefully. "We should have answers within the hour."

Zeke dismissed everyone except the guards at the door. He stood in the middle of Layla's room, his jaw tight and his

hands clenched.

"I trusted her," he said finally. "After everything, after all the lies about Cameron, I still gave her the benefit of the doubt. I

thought grief and desperation made her lie, not malice."

"We don't know for sure she's involved," I said, though my words felt hollow even to me. The

evidence was damning.

"A burner phone. Cash withdrawals. Meetings in neutral territory right before Golden disappeared." Zeke's voice was

cold with fury. "It's her, Cecelia. She did this."

I wanted to argue but couldn't. The pieces fit too perfectly. Layla hiring someone to gather information about Golden.

Layla arranging the kidnapping. Layla trying to eliminate the threat to whatever future she'd imagined for herself and Cameron.

"If it's her, where would she take

him?" I asked. "Where would she hide a child?"

"That's what we're going to find out." Zeke pulled out his phone. "And when we do, there won't be anywhere in this world she can hide from what's coming."

The certainty in his voice should have comforted me.

Instead, it made me realize how dangerous this situation had become. We weren't just looking for Golden anymore. We were hunting someone who'd proven they were willing to kill to get what they wanted.

And my son was caught in the middle of it all.