Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 287

Nathan's POV

I was in the kitchen when it hit me.

Not a sound.

Not a scent.

Pain.

Sharp. Sudden. Vicious.

My wolf howled inside my chest—loud, frantic, agonized—like someone had driven a blade straight through our bond.

I froze mid-step, the glass in my hand shattering on the floor.

"No—" I breathed.

My heart slammed violently against my ribs, dread flooding me so fast it stole my breath.

Something was wrong.

"Hailee," I whispered, already moving.

I didn't think. I ran.

My wolf clawed at me from the inside, snarling, pacing, slamming against my ribs like a beast trying to tear free.

Something is wrong. Something is wrong. SOMETHING IS WRONG.

I burst down the hallway, boots pounding against stone, ignoring the guards calling after me.

I reached her room.

The door was open.

The bed—

Empty.

No Hailee.

No warmth.

No scent.

My scream tore out of me before I could stop it.

"HAILEE!"

Guards rushed in instantly. Peter was right behind them, his face already pale the second he saw the bed.

"What is wrong?" he whispered.

I turned in a circle, my vision tunneling, my chest tightening like it was being crushed.

"She was here," I said hoarsely. "She was here—I left her for five minutes—"

My wolf was howling now. Not inside.

Out loud.

A raw, broken sound ripped from my throat as panic detonated through me.

"This place is warded," I snarled, spinning toward the guards. "SECURED. No one gets in without being seen!"

One of the guards swallowed. "Alpha—there was no alarm—no breach detected—"

"THEN HOW IS MY MATE GONE?" I roared.

The walls seemed to shake with it.

Peter grabbed my arm hard. "Nathan. Look at me."

I did.

His eyes were sharp now. Focused.

"She might just be around… maybe taking a walk," he said quickly. "Let's go to the CCTV room. Now."

We ran.

The CCTV room doors flew open, and the screens activated instantly. Peter's fingers flew over the controls, pulling security feeds.

"Here," he said sharply.

The footage played.

Timestamp: minutes after I left.

My chest locked up.

Three masked men.

They moved fast. Efficient. Professional.

They entered Hailee's room like they knew exactly where everything was.

Then—

My vision blurred red.

They carried her out.

Unconscious.

Limp.

Her head lolled against one man's shoulder.

My mate.

Taken.

Something inside me snapped.

I slammed my fist into the stone table, cracking it clean down the middle.

"This place was supposed to be untouchable," I growled. "Who the hell are they?"

Peter's jaw tightened. "This isn't Callum's usual style."

My wolf snarled viciously.

"Callum," I said slowly. "Or someone who knows her well."

Peter hesitated.

"…Could it be Callum's men?"

I didn't answer.

I was already pulling out my phone.

Calling.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

No answer.

I called again.

And again.

And again.

My grip tightened.

Finally—

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