Chapter 388 388
Sabine POV
“What do you want?” I snarl into the phone.
Frédéric shifts in my arms, stirring as my body begins to tremble with fury.
“Are they safe? Are they alive?”
Aurélie rushes toward me, reaching for the phone, desperation etched across her face, but I twist away.
Clémence didn’t call by accident.
She wanted me to hear this.
“Sab” Aurélie growls, her aura flaring outward and washing over me.
Reluctantly, I switch the call to speaker, though my fingers remain locked tightly around the device.
“I want what belongs to me,” Clémence screeches through the line. “The Black Mist pack. You had no right taking it from me.”
“You lost your pack the moment you and your father committed treason,” Aurélie roars back, Fabrice moving quickly to restrain her, trying to calm her down.
“IT’S MINE!” Clémence shrieks. “I want it back!”
Then her breathing steadies.
Her voice shifts smooth, icy, calculating.
The voice I know all too well.
“And the false alpha must be removed. He doesn’t belong there. I want him gone.”
My gaze snaps to Fabrice.
Between him and Aurélie, he’s the only one thinking clearly right now.
Aurélie is a mother first panic clouding her judgement.
Fabrice steps forward, nodding subtly at me.
Play along.
“We can… look into that,” I say cautiously.
“What? No!” Aurélie snaps, fighting against Fabrice’s grip. “Damien would never agree to that. He’d refuse to negotiate”
The line goes silent.
Too silent.
I pull the phone back, checking to make sure the call hasn’t dropped.
Then her voice returns colder than before.
“I suppose I could ask him,” Clémence murmurs. “But he’s still unconscious. Should we see what Dominique thinks instead… if he’s still alive, of course.”
My heart slams violently against my ribs.
Terror clamps around my throat as the call abruptly disconnects.
No.
No, Dominique has to be alive.
They all do.
If they weren’t, she’d have nothing left to bargain with.
“When was the last time anyone heard from Didier?” Lucas demands sharply.
“We haven’t been able to reach him,” Fabrice replies, shaking his head as his hand drags across his forehead, lingering at his temples.
“Neither have I,” I breathe out. “She’s at the Black Mist pack lands. She’s taken control again. That’s why none of us can get through to Didier.”
It all makes sense now.
“Then that’s where we’re going,” Aurélie declares, slamming her fist against the table as she pulls free from Fabrice.
“Aurélie, you need to slow down and think”
“I am thinking,” she snaps fiercely. “She has my mate. She has my children. That bitch won’t survive the day.”
Her aura surges violently through the office.
“She wants war?” Aurélie snarls. “I’ll give her a fucking war.”
She isn’t just the King’s mate.
She is a Queen in her own right.
I can see it in her eyes the rage, the resolve, the unbreakable determination.
And I’m not stopping her.
I’m standing beside her.
Fabrice and Lucas lead a group of warriors toward the main gates, drawing attention there in hopes of distracting Clémence from the side borders.
If she was insane enough to kidnap the King and his children, we were betting that her greed would blind her to everything else.
Aurélie had said earlier in the car that since Didier took over as alpha, the pack had shown no resistance.
If anything, they were healing.
But if Clémence dared to hold my brother hostage, she’d be bold enough to threaten the entire pack too.
Which meant this wasn’t just about Damien and the twins anymore.
An entire pack under the Bloodnight alliance’s protection was now in danger.
And that alone gave Aurélie every right to launch a full assault.
Backed by every alpha who had been waiting in that hallway, ready to fight.