Avenging Luna
Chapter 181: Uncle Chase Is My Daddy

Chapter 181: Uncle Chase Is My Daddy

Leila’s POV:

Chase went limp for a split second before he rolled, shoving Drake’s heavy body off him. Drake’s wolf crumpled to the ground, unmoving.

Ace, who had been laughing triumphantly, went silent, his expression turning to shock.

Chase didn’t even spare a glance at the unmoving wolf. His entire focus was fixed on Ace. His voice was a low snarl as he said, "Let her go, Ace. This is between you and me."

Ace’s grip on my throat only tightened, his smirk growing. Before either could make another move, Damon appeared, teleporting into the room with his usual unnerving speed. His eyes swept over the scene, taking in the lifeless body of the black wolf and the blood-soaked chaos.

"Seems I came late," Damon said, his tone casual despite the tense situation. Then his gaze landed on Ace, who still held me with a silver blade pressed to my throat. His expression hardened immediately. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

"I told you to let her go," Chase repeated, his tone colder, more lethal.

Ace, still relishing the power he held, cocked his head mockingly. "And why should I? You see, I’ve been waiting for this moment. The great Chase, brought to his knees."

Ace pressed the knife a fraction closer to my throat, and I felt the sting of the blade bite deeper into my skin. Damon’s jaw clenched, his usual smirk nowhere to be found.

"Let her go, Ace," Damon growled, stepping closer, his movements measured and deliberate. "We both know this doesn’t end well for you if you don’t."

Ace laughed, a hollow, deranged sound. "End well? For me? No, I think this ends perfectly. Watching her bleed out while you both stand there helpless... That’s exactly how I imagined it."

The tension in the room was suffocating. Chase’s body was coiled tight, ready to strike. Damon was watching Ace like a predator sizing up his prey. But Ace, with his silver blade and wolfsbane, held all the cards.

And then, as if deciding he’d had enough of the waiting, Ace’s grip tightened further.

"I want you to feel the pain, Chase," he said, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "The kind of pain that cuts through your soul."

Ace’s grip on my neck tightened, the blade pressing harder against my skin. he sneered. "I want you to see this."

And then I felt it.

The searing, burning pain of the silver blade slicing into my neck. Blood gushed from the wound, warm and thick, as the world began to tilt.

"Leila!" Chase’s voice was filled with a fear I’d never heard before.

Ace laughed, his tone triumphant. "Silver blade, laced with wolfsbane. It kills wolves within seconds," he taunted.

My knees buckled, my vision blurring as the pain consumed me. I could feel my strength draining, my wolf howling in agony.

"Tell me, Chase," Ace continued, his voice distant as darkness closed in. "How does it feel to lose everything?"

The last thing I saw was Chase’s horrified face, his eyes wide with anguish and fury. And then, the world went black.

Chase’s POV:

One minute, I was losing my mind. Ash was missing. Leila was gone. And the mere thought of something happening to either of them was driving me insane. Every second that passed felt like an eternity, every corner of the castle we searched a cruel mockery of my failure to keep them safe.

Just as I was about to lose the last shred of my patience, a guard rushed in, bowing quickly before blurting out, "Your Highness, Your Beloved was seen leaving the palace grounds. She was heading into the kingdom."

Relief and frustration warred within me. She was alive, at least—but what the hell was she thinking?

Without wasting another moment, I grabbed Damon and a handful of guards to accompany me. We ventured into the bustling streets of the kingdom, weaving through curious onlookers. Whispers followed us everywhere we went, the air thick with rumors. I ignored them all, my focus solely on finding her.

As we asked around, a young boy caught my attention. He stood at the edge of a group of children, his wide eyes shining with excitement. He greeted me nervously, bowing awkwardly before blurting out, "Your beloved is the most beautiful I’ve ever seen, Your Highness. I hope my beloved will be as beautiful one day."

I nodded, thanking him briefly, though my thoughts betrayed me. Pray she’s not as stubborn as mine, I thought bitterly.

As I turned to move on, his next words froze me in my tracks.

"But... you shouldn’t let her go to that bad place again."

I turned sharply, my curiosity and concern piqued. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice firm but calm.

The boy hesitated, glancing nervously at his friends before looking back at me. "She asked us where 356 Avenue Carl Street was. It’s not a good place, Your Highness."

356 Avenue Carl Street. The name sent a chill down my spine. Even the guards shifted uneasily, recognizing the address.

"Thank you," I told the boy, forcing a tight smile. He grinned, clearly pleased with himself, and ran off to rejoin his friends.

Turning to my men, I barked out, "Let’s move. Now."

As we made our way through the crowded streets, Damon walked beside me, his usual smirk replaced by a rare seriousness. "Why the hell would she go there?"

"Because she’s Leila," I snapped. "She probably thinks she can handle whatever’s waiting for her."

Damon glanced at me, raising an eyebrow. "And you’re not wrong. But that place..."

"I know what it is," I cut him off, my voice tight.

356 Avenue Carl Street was no ordinary address. It was a haven for rogues, a place shrouded in infamy and whispers. Vampires who had long been exiled from the kingdom lingered there, plotting, scheming, and waiting for the chance to strike. If Leila had gone there, it could only mean one thing.

She’s chasing Ace.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as anger and worry churned within me. She should have come to me. We could have handled this together. But no, she had to run off alone, thinking she could take on the world by herself.

The streets grew quieter as we approached the outskirts of the kingdom, the air thickening with unease. The once vibrant energy of the kingdom faded, replaced by an eerie stillness.

As the building came into view, I could feel the tension rising among my men. It was an old, decrepit structure, its walls crumbling and vines creeping up its sides. The very sight of it was foreboding, a testament to the darkness that festered within.

"Stay sharp," I ordered, my voice low but firm. "She’s in there somewhere."

And if anything had happened to her—or Ash—I would make sure the entire place burned.

Before I could issue another command, the world shifted. A voice—low, menacing—echoed in my mind, and everything around me blurred, fading into nothingness. I stumbled as I was suddenly yanked through space, the sensation disorienting but brief. When my vision cleared, I found myself standing in a dimly lit hall.

The scene before me sent a surge of fury coursing through my veins.

Leila was in Ace’s grip, a silver knife pressed to her throat. Her normally fierce eyes were wide with alarm, but her lips pressed together in defiance. She wasn’t afraid—not for herself, at least—but for the boy huddled far into the corner of a cage on the other side of the room.

Ash.

A cage. Like an animal.

The sight of him, his small frame trembling, trying to push himself further away from the man crouching by the bars, made my blood boil.

"Let them go," I snarled, my voice low and sharp.

The man by the cage turned to face me, straightening to his full height. He looked at me with an air of disdain, his features strikingly familiar. Ash had his mother’s hair, Leila’s face—but there was no denying the resemblance this man bore to the boy in the cage.

He had to be Ash’s biological father.

"So, you’re the bloodsucker she opens her legs to now?" he sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance and venom.

It was like a match to gasoline.

The audacity—the sheer arrogance—of this wolf, who had likely caused Leila immeasurable pain in the past, speaking as if he had any right to judge her choices. As if his pathetic existence gave him some moral high ground.

And to say such a thing in front of Ash? To traumatize a child like that?

I could barely think past the rage clouding my mind.

"You’re a coward," I spat, stepping closer. "You have no right to speak about her. And no right to call yourself his father."

His expression flickered, just for a moment, before his arrogance returned.

"And you think you do, bloodsucker?" he shot back, his tone mocking. "You think you can raise my son? You’ve already corrupted her. I won’t let you do the same to him."

My eyes burned red, my fangs extending as my fury reached its peak. "You forfeited any claim to them the moment you chose to abandon her."

Ash whimpered, pulling my attention back to him for a brief second. He was staring at me, his tear-streaked face filled with hope and fear. My heart clenched. I had to protect him. Both of them.

"Let. Them. Go," I growled again, my voice dangerously low.

Ace, who had been silent until now, chuckled darkly, tightening his grip on Leila. "Oh, Chase. Always so righteous, always so predictable. You’re in no position to make demands."

I took another step forward, my fangs bared, but Ace pressed the knife closer to Leila’s throat.

"Ah, ah," he taunted. "One wrong move, and her blood will stain this floor."

Leila’s eyes met mine, a silent plea mingled with apology. She didn’t want me to risk it. But I couldn’t just stand here. I wouldn’t.

Before I could act, the wolf—the supposed "father"—moved again, reaching for Ash.

"Come here, son. Let’s go home," he said, his tone falsely gentle.

Ash’s response was immediate. He shrank further back, his small hands gripping the bars of the cage. His voice was shaky but defiant.

"You’re not my daddy! Uncle Chase is!"

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