Page 50 of A Secret Baby By the Alpha

“Good,” he replied, pulling me close to him.

For the remainder of the day and night, we remained glued to each other’s sides, talking about the past and the future we imagined for us. Our intimacy had transcended passion, settling into a comfortable and peaceful feeling of oneness. By the time the sun rose the next day, I felt more excited about the future than I thought was possible. Hearing Colson’s plans for the pack and our family had ignited a fire in me, and I couldn’t wait to get to work on making his dreams a reality.

But before we did, we needed to spend some time with Jenny. The past few days had been hectic, and we knew that she could use a day at home with us. So, after a leisurely breakfast, we walked back down the street to pick her up.

The sun was shining brightly in the sky and the birds were singing their morning song as we held hands and enjoyed the gentle breeze.

“I can’t believe it’s almost summertime,” I said.

“When the weather turns hot, I’m going to have to take you and Jenny to my favorite stream,” Colson said. “It’s perfect for swimming.”

“Jenny loves to swim,” I told him enthusiastically.

“Just like her dad,” Colson said with a smile as we headed up the short walkway to the Spencer’s front door.

We were steps away when I stopped dead in my tracks, the smile falling from my face as I looked at the front door. It had been kicked open. The wood was splintered around the doorframe, and it stood ajar.

I inhaled sharply as my eyesight laser-focused on the details of what I was seeing.

“Jenny,” Colson whispered, his attention drawn to the house after my sudden stop.

We both took off at a sprint inside the house, searching for Jenny in every room. The house was in shambles, having been ransacked by whoever had entered. Whatever they had been searching for, they had done a number on the place as they looked. Torn throw pillows lay on the floor, papers had been tossed from the desk, and the table—including a full dinner spread—had been flipped onto the floor. A thick red substancewas pooling beneath one of the chairs, and I hurried toward it to inspect it.

“Pasta sauce,” I said, breathing a sigh of relief.

“Jenny!” Colson shouted.

There was no response.

Eventually, we found the Spencers. Mr. and Mrs. Spencer and their daughter had been knocked out and tied up in one of the bedrooms to prevent their escape. Mr. Spencer was just coming around when Colson knelt down to unshackle the silver chains around his wrists. At the sight of Colson so close to him, he began to flail about.

“Easy, easy,” I said calmly, moving into his line of view so he could see we weren’t a danger to him. “It’s just us.”

“Luna,” he breathed, wincing in pain from the silver cutting into his wrists and the lingering injuries from the fight. “I’m so sorry.”

“Who did this?” Colson demanded. “Where is Jenny?”

“She isn’t here?” he asked, eyes widening.

We finished untying the family and moved Lizzie to her bed, as she was still under the effects of whatever had been used to cause their unconscious state. Colson remained with Mr. Spencer to question him about what happened as I walked from room to room, looking for any sign of Jenny that we might have missed.

Finally, I had to accept that she was gone.

“She isn’t here,” I told Colson, panic causing my throat to tighten as I spoke the words.

“She’s been taken,” Colson confirmed. “Mr. Spencer said that a group of wolves came in and started tearing the placeapart. He held them off as long as he could, but they knocked him out first. Jenny must have been with Lizzie and Mrs. Spencer when she was taken, but they’re both still out cold.”

“Who could have done this?” I asked.

“I have one guess,” Colson said, his brown eyes darkening like a storm as he spoke.

“They wouldn’t,” I argued. “They promised to leave us alone if we agreed to their demands.”

“Who else could it be?” Colson snapped.

He pulled out his phone to call Reagan and alert the rest of the pack to the situation while I took my investigation outside. Colson was right that the most likely suspect was Sparkle Hollow, but a part of me still believed that they would hold up their end of the bargain. Besides, what motive would they have for taking Jenny? If anything, kidnapping Colson should have been their priority.

I could see from the tracks in the backyard where the kidnappers had gone, so I followed their trail. After a few moments, Colson caught up to me.

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