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The look Sunny gave him could only be described as indignant fury. He was definitely going to suffer for that later, but I understood why he needed to do it. We had no idea what awaited us in the house, and the last thing I wanted to do was take our omega where it wasn't safe.

“Walker!” she shouted, slamming her hand against the window.

“Sorry, sunshine, we’ll be right back,” Blaze insisted as he grimaced.

“Let me out right now,” she hissed.

Walker shook his head. “If we aren't back in twenty minutes, call the police,” he instructed, before turning away from her, ignoring her shouts of protest.

“She's going to kill you for this later,” Blaze said as we turned toward the house.

“That’s fine.” Walker shrugged. “At least she'll be safe, as will our son.”

I didn’t even bother to knock, I walked straight into that fucking house to get my son back. The place was large, but it clearly hadn’t been well maintained. It was almost like his family had bought a summer beach house because it was trendy, then forgot about it.

I hadn't had any interactions with them, but they did seem like that sort of people.

“There’s a car outside, so someone’s here,” Walker said as we stalked through the house.

“We’ll turn this place upside down if we have to,” I growled as I looked in all the downstairs rooms. I was about to head toward the kitchen when a sound hit my ears.

Crying.

Luka.

My heart rate pounded as I ran toward the sound without a second thought.

In an abandoned living room, standing in a filthy travel crib, was our son. He was clutching onto the edge like he wanted to climb out, his face red from screaming.

“Little man!” Blaze was ahead of me, scooping the baby up in his arms and checking him over.

“Is he okay?” I asked desperately as Walker stalked over to check himself.

“He looks okay. He's got a filthy diaper, and he's upset, but I don't see any sign of injury,” Blaze said as he looked over the baby in his arms, who was quickly starting to settle, now that he was in a familiar set of arms. He snuggled into Blaze’s chest, clearly exhausted.

“What the fuck are you doing with my son?” a snarling voice said behind us. Standing in the doorway was Gregory. He still looked just as weedy and pathetic as he had the first time I’d seen him. He was holding a bag of potato chips and cookies.

I clenched my fist. That kind of food was full of processed sugars and wasn't suitable for someone as young as Luka. Sure, as an occasional treat, but I doubted that Gregory had fed him anything of substance since he had taken him out of the daycare. It had been hours.

“We are takingourson home,” Walker said, his voice level, even though I knew for a fact he was almost vibrating with rage.

“You can't just take him. That's kidnapping. He is my biological child!” Gregory snarled.

I took a step forward, letting myself loom over him to send a clear message. I was much bigger than him, and he was very much outnumbered.

“What did you expect would happen? You kidnapped a child. Did you really think life would go back to normal after a while?” I asked, genuinely perplexed.

“That bitch was supposed to come back! She was supposed to bond with me,” he growled. He went to take a step toward Luka, but I stood in his path. Unable to resist, I raised my fist and swung.

The contact of my fist on his cheek made an impressive cracking noise, and Gregory crumpled to the floor.

Stumbling to his feet, a look of unadulterated rage on his face, he spluttered, “I-I’ll, have you fucking locked up for this!”

“Try it.” Blaze shrugged. “Our friends down at the station are already on their way here, and by the time my mother is done with you, you’ll have much bigger concerns.”

Gregory looked between us, confusion flitting across his face. “Your mother. You think your mother is a threat? Your mother is a nobody.”

When we all let out loud chuckles, Gregory had the decency to look surprised as a look of panic started to creep into his eyes.

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