The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (by Misha K) novel Chapter 75

**Title: When Midnight Winds Carry Secrets Toward Worlds Yet Unknown**

The moment Troy’s voice broke through our mind-link, a jagged wave of fury and icy dread crashed into my chest, leaving me momentarily breathless. I stood there, paralyzed, my gaze fixed on the blank wall that seemed to mock my disbelief. “The kids are missing,” he said, and with those words, my world crumbled around me.

I felt as though the air had been snatched from my lungs, constricted by an invisible vice. The primal instincts of my Lycan roared to life, surging violently within me, painting my vision a furious shade of red. “Say that again,” I demanded, though my gut knew all too well that I had heard him correctly.

Troy’s voice trembled with the weight of his words, “There was an attack on your Manhattan villa. Our security systems have been breached. They’ve killed everyone—Nancy, the butler, the cook, the maids… all of them. It’s a nightmare. A survivor was rushed to the hospital. Our doctor there managed to get some information. He’s still recovering but was able to share some details. Someone wiped the camera feeds clean. Nancy and the children never left the villa. They’re gone!”

A deafening roar echoed in my ears, a cacophony of my Lycan’s wrath crashing against my ribs like a tidal wave. He howled, clawing at the walls of my mind, thirsting for vengeance. My fingers dug into the dresser, splintering the wood beneath my grip, a physical manifestation of my rage.

Someone had dared to invade my sanctuary, to snatch away what was mine. They had taken Bella’s children, violated my territory, and stolen from me what I held most dear.

For a heartbeat, darkness clouded my vision—not from confusion, but from the sheer, unbridled fury coursing through my veins. My breath came in ragged gasps, each inhalation a battle against the overwhelming urge to unleash chaos upon the world. I craved to hunt down the monster responsible for this horror and obliterate them until not a trace remained.

Troy continued relaying the details of the devastation: the erased surveillance footage, the wrecked rooms, the lifeless bodies scattered throughout my home. But my mind spiraled back to the same agonizing thought: Bella’s kids. Her sweet little ones who filled my home with laughter and light. The children who looked up to me, who sought my comfort and affection. The thought of Bella discovering this horror twisted a dagger in my heart. She would be shattered, and worse yet, she would never trust me again.

“Launch a manhunt,” I commanded, my voice a low growl, laced with danger. “Utilize every wolf, every contact at our disposal. I want every inch of New York searched.”

Troy hesitated, the weight of my command hanging heavily in the air. “I will, Your Majesty, but what about Bella? Should we tell her?”

His question sliced deeper than any blade. Revealing the truth would shatter her, and I knew she would blame herself, loathe herself, and likely rush to New York, placing herself directly in harm’s way. I despised myself for the decision I had to make, but I had to take control. I would find the children and bring them back safely.

“Don’t tell her,” I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. “I will handle this.” She remained blissfully unaware of the storm brewing just above her head.

I returned to the room where Bella lay peacefully asleep, her serene face a stark contrast to the chaos swirling in my mind. Quietly, I dressed, each movement deliberate, before approaching her. I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, a silent vow that I would return her children, before slipping out of the room and leaving the cottage behind.

Once outside, I reached out to my pack in New York, issuing sharp, explicit commands. The authority of a King on the brink of destruction surged through me. I ordered them to file a missing-person report for Nancy and the children. “I want every police station on high alert. Deploy wolves to every corner of the city. No one rests until they are found.”

Troy arrived at the airstrip, concern etched deeply on his face, with Millie at his side. “Millie will stay with Bella,” he informed me, his voice steady but laced with worry.

I nodded, my expression grim. “Ensure Bella remains unaware of this,” I instructed Millie, who nodded tightly before hurrying back home.

As we settled into the helicopter, we began piecing together the details of the attack, retracing our steps, and counting our enemies. Troy mind-linked the entire pack, his voice resolute, “Protect Bella with your lives. Ensure she does not leave the pack.” Every wolf responded with immediate submission, a testament to their loyalty.

Within an hour, we were airborne, the private jet slicing through the sky toward New York. My chest felt as though it were constricted by a heavy weight. My Lycan paced restlessly within me, a beast caged and desperate to break free, slamming against the walls of my mind with such force that my muscles trembled with the effort of containment. All he craved was to run, to hunt, to destroy anyone who dared to lay a hand on the children.

Upon landing, the villa greeted us like a scene from a nightmare. The walls bore claw marks, blood streaked across the floor, and bullet holes marred the entryway. Other wolves were already inside, some carrying lifeless bodies while others sniffed the air, searching for clues.

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