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Quinn could feel the waves of command from Lyram, and even he shuddered. The guy behind the desk? Oh, he had no chance at all. His hands trembled as he grabbed two keycards and coded them, then slid them across the desk to Lyram.

“Is there anything else, sir?”

“I want you to contact your security department. Earlier there was a man in a wheelchair in your lobby. Somehow his chair was still there, but he wasn’t. I want to know if anyone talked to him, and I need that information yesterday. When you have it, call the room and let me know what you’ve found.”

“Right away, sir.”

With his arm still around Quinn, Lyram guided him to the elevator. Once the doors opened, they stepped inside.

“You’ll have to push the button. I don’t know which room you’re in.”

Quinn’s hand trembled when he reached up and pressed their floor. This was all going so wrong. Master was missing and… wait.

“Alpha, I mean no disrespect, but why are you here?”

Lyram stared straight ahead, his gaze locked on the mirrored panels. “Gareth called. He and Sean are on their way here.”

Sean was coming? And Gareth?

“What about the babies?”

“Their nanny is taking them to Lydon. They’re under guard by eight men, and Gareth still doesn’t think that’s enough.”

The doors opened onto the hall, and Quinn led Lyram to the room. Once they entered, the pressure on Quinn caused him to whimper.

“Master.”

“We’ll find him, Quinn. I promise you that.”

“I thought I heard his voice, you know? He said he was doing it to keep me safe. I don’t understand. That doesn’t make sense. I’m no one important. If they wanted me, he should have just let them have me.”

Lyram rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Has Deke told you you’re not a slave?”

“Yes, Alpha. Many times.”

“And you don’t believe it why?”

Quinn ran a hand over his stomach but didn’t reply.

“Oh, I see. Has Deke or anyone from Lydon marked you?”

“No, Alpha. Well, Alpha Gareth did when I joined the pack, but that wasn’t the same.”

“Exactly.” Lyram walked to the window and stared out at the city below. “Deke cares for you, and not as a slave. Surely you have to have figured that out.”

“I think he does, but I can’t understand why.”

“Because you’re pack. Isn’t that enough?” Lyram turned, and Quinn saw the barely contained anger simmering beneath the surface. “Any of us would die for you, Quinn. Caleb almost died for Sean.”

“I know, and that doesn’t make sense to me.” He walked to the minibar, desperate for something to do. “Would you like something to drink?”

“If there’s a juice there, I would appreciate it.”

Quinn pulled out two orange juices and handed one over to Lyram, who took it and smiled. He cracked the bottle and drained it in one go.

“Thank you. The trip wiped me out.”

“How is Sean getting here?”