Avenging Luna
Chapter 178: Kidnapped

Chapter 178: Kidnapped

Chase POV:

Leila’s brows furrowed. "And you think he’s responsible for your father’s death?"

"I know he is," I said firmly, though the conviction in my voice carried a heavy undercurrent of bitterness. "He’s made it clear he wants to hurt me, to destroy everything I care about."

Leila’s expression darkened, her wolf instincts clearly bristling at the thought of a threat to her family. "Why? What does he want with you?"

I hesitated, my eyes flickering away for just a moment before I forced myself to meet her gaze. "It’s personal. Ace... he blames me for things that went wrong in his life. He thinks I betrayed him, abandoned him. And now he’s on a vendetta."

Her sharp intake of breath told me she was piecing things together faster than I’d anticipated. "And I’m part of that vendetta, aren’t I?" she asked quietly, her voice like a blade cutting through the air.

I froze, unsure how to answer without confirming her fears. "Leila—"

"Don’t you dare lie to me, Chase," she snapped, her eyes flashing with anger. "I deserve to know the truth. Is he targeting me?"

I let out a slow breath, realizing there was no point in hiding it anymore. "Yes," I admitted, my voice low. "He threatened to kill you. He wants to make me suffer, and he knows hurting you would be the quickest way to do it."

Leila’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, I saw the fierce determination of the wolf that had torn through those guards not long ago. "And you thought keeping this from me was a good idea?" she asked, her tone incredulous.

"I thought I could protect you," I said, frustration creeping into my voice. "I didn’t want you worrying about this. I didn’t want you running off to confront him or doing something reckless."

She stood abruptly, her eyes blazing. "Reckless? You think protecting myself and my child is reckless?"

"That’s not what I meant—"

"No," she interrupted, her voice rising. "You don’t get to make these decisions for me, Chase. I’m not some helpless damsel you need to shield. I’m your mate, and I have a right to know when someone’s threatening my life."

I got to my feet as well, matching her fiery gaze with my own. "And I’m your mate, Leila. Do you have any idea what it would do to me if I lost you? If something happened to you because I told you about Ace and you went after him?"

Her expression softened, but only slightly. "Chase, I understand that you’re trying to protect me, but keeping me in the dark isn’t the way to do it. I need to be prepared. We need to face this together, not apart."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair as the tension finally began to ebb. "You’re right," I admitted reluctantly. "I should have told you. But, Leila, promise me you won’t go looking for him. Not yet. We need a plan."

She nodded slowly, her fierce determination still burning in her eyes. "Fine. But you’d better include me in that plan, Chase. No more secrets."

I reached out, taking her hands in mine. "No more secrets," I promised. "We’ll deal with this together."

For the first time in what felt like hours, her expression softened completely, and she gave me a small nod.

.......

The days following my father’s death passed in a whirlwind of grief, planning, and unrelenting chaos. The castle was somber, the halls heavy with the weight of mourning. Every corner seemed to echo with whispers of the late king’s rule and the tragedy of his assassination. Though I was now the crown prince and soon-to-be king, the throne felt more like a burden than a privilege.

The burial itself was a grand affair, as befitting a monarch who had ruled for centuries. The entire kingdom gathered to pay their respects, vampires and allies alike. The towering spires of the castle cast long shadows over the somber gathering as my father’s body, encased in a crystalline coffin, was lowered into the family crypt. Leila stood by my side, stoic yet seething with a barely contained fury that only I could sense. Damon was quiet for once, his usual smirks replaced by an expression that spoke of buried pain.

I barely had time to process my own emotions. My father’s death, the weight of the crown, Leila’s lingering anger over Ash’s forced shift—all of it pressed down on me. Sleep became a luxury I couldn’t afford, and every decision felt like walking a tightrope over a pit of vipers.

Three days of mourning blurred into the preparations for the coronation. Advisors swarmed like vultures, planning every detail of the ceremony, while I focused on stabilizing the kingdom. The hunt for Ace had turned into a full-blown manhunt, with every tracker and spy I could spare searching for the rogue vampire. He was nowhere to be found, but the damage he left behind—both literal and emotional—remained.

Leila, however, was the wild card I couldn’t predict. She had been distant, her focus entirely on Ash. She barely spoke to me, her fury tempered only by her maternal instincts to shield her son from the chaos. I gave her space, knowing better than to push her when she was like this. Still, I couldn’t shake the unease that gnawed at me. Something felt off, but I was too consumed with the impending coronation to figure out what.

The morning of the coronation arrived, and the castle was abuzz with activity. My ceremonial robes were laid out, the crown polished to a gleaming perfection. Yet, as the hour approached, an unsettling silence filled the private quarters. The usual chatter of maids and advisors faded, replaced by hushed murmurs and hurried footsteps.

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The coronation preparations were in full swing when Leila stormed into my chambers, her expression tight with worry. Her presence alone was enough to make my heart race, but the look in her eyes sent a jolt of panic straight through me.

"Chase," she said, her voice low but trembling, "I can’t find Ash."

I froze. "What do you mean you can’t find him?"

"I mean he’s not in his chambers," she snapped, her worry spilling over into frustration. "I thought he might be with you."

I shook my head, the knot in my stomach tightening. "I haven’t seen him since breakfast."

That was all it took to send both of us into action. I called for every available guard, ordering a castle-wide search. Leila and I split up to cover more ground, though it felt wrong to leave her side when she was this distressed. But she was a force of nature, driven by pure maternal instinct, and I knew better than to stand in her way.

The search was chaos. Guards tore through every wing of the castle, questioning staff and checking every hidden corner. I scoured the lower floors, the stables, and even the kitchens, calling out Ash’s name. My mind raced with possibilities, each more terrifying than the last. Had Ace gotten to him? Was this some sick move in his twisted vendetta?

When I returned to the main hall, a guard rushed up to me, shaking his head. "No sign of him, Your Highness."

Cursing under my breath, I made my way to Leila’s chambers, hoping she’d had better luck. As I neared the door, my pulse quickened. Something didn’t feel right.

"Leila?" I called, stepping inside.

The room was empty. My heart sank as I took in the absence of her presence, the silence that seemed heavier than it should have been. My eyes fell on a piece of paper resting on the bedside table. It was hastily folded, her handwriting scrawled across it. I grabbed it, my chest tightening as I read:

Chase,

I can’t wait. He’s my son, and I need to bring him back. Don’t follow me. I know who took him the stupid vampire left me a note told me to go alone, and I know how to end this. If Ace thinks he can hurt my boy, he’s wrong. I’ll make sure he regrets it.

Leila.

The note crumpled in my hands as I reread it, disbelief warring with anger and panic. She had gone after Ash. Alone. Without backup. Without me.

I staggered back, my mind reeling. "Damn it, Leila!" I growled, slamming my fist into the doorframe. My mate—my reckless, infuriating mate—had decided to take matters into her own hands.

Damon appeared in the doorway, concern etched across his face. "What’s going on?"

"She’s gone," I spat, shoving the note at him. "Leila went after Ace. Alone. And she thinks she can handle him while bringing Ash back."

Damon read the note, his usual humor absent as he handed it back. "Bold move. But not exactly the smartest one."

"Don’t you think I know that?" I snarled, pacing the room. "She’s impulsive, reckless, and now she’s out there trying to take on a rogue vampire while her son is missing."

"Sounds like your perfect match," Damon quipped, though his tone lacked its usual humor. "What’s the plan?"

"The plan?" I snapped, whirling on him. "The plan is to find her before she gets herself killed or worse. We’re already hunting Ace. Now we have to hope we can find her before she does something that makes this mess even worse."

Damon gave me a steady look, his smirk gone. "Then let’s get moving, Your Majesty. The crown can wait."

I clenched my fists, torn between fury and fear. My coronation would have to wait. My family—my mate and my imprint—came first. But as I stormed out to mobilize the search, one thought consumed me: if Ace so much as laid a hand on either of them, I would make him wish he had never been born.

If only Ash could call out to me or gets conscious then we could teleport to where he was but it seemed he is being sedated..