The Rejected Luna Queen novel Chapter 156

Alpha Bane's POV

"How on Earth did I let this happen?" I kept asking myself, unable to control myself.

I was devastated. I didn't even know how to react or what to make of what I had just heard. The news just kept ringing in my head over and over again and it drove me crazy.

As I stood by the door, backing the people inside the room, I recalled all that I had just heard from Aurora's mother. She informed me as soon as I got to the room about the abduction of my dear son. I didn't even get to see him.

I was more than angry as I wondered who it was, that might have done that. It was well-planned as the person targeted a moment when we were vulnerable and did a very clean job.

Apparently, there was no guard on ground to thwart the attack of the invader. They were all at the borders, fighting alongside me. If only I had listened and stayed behind; perhaps, I'd have been able to save my son from the hands of that wicked man who had the guts to take away a newborn child from the grasp of his mother. It was wickedness in the highest places and I couldn't wait to get my hands on that man if only I could find him.

I was more than devastated. Indeed, I felt like I was running mad. I paced back and forth outside the room, thinking of the next step to take but nothing seemed to be forthcoming. I couldn't even go back into the room because I couldn't get myself to take a look at Aurora who was already wailing heavily and yelling in pain.

"Come here," I called out to one of the guards, not knowing what else to do about all that was going on. "Check the entire Castle and beyond. Get three other guards to follow you. Search every nook and cranny and bring back my son!"

I knew it was a lost cause but I had to do something. I couldn't just stand around doing nothing, even though I knew that the man; whomever it was that took my child, would have already gone very far.

As I kept pacing about, I heard footsteps behind me and I turned to see my father, running toward me as fast as he could. "Son, what exactly is going on?" He asked, bending a bit to recover some lost energy. "I've been in a late-night meeting with the elders. It was there that I was when I got the news about your child being kidnapped. I…"

I burst into tears before he could finish his statement, placing my head on his shoulder as I cried. He, too, broke into tears, holding me tightly in a warm embrace.

"Who could have done this?" I thought aloud as we broke the embrace. I tried to wrap my head around all that happened but I couldn't quite place my hands on anyone in particular who could have committed such an atrocity. "It might have been the same people who had started the riot. Surely it has to be them. I mean, why else would the man have attacked that very instant when I was away? No, I can't let them go scot-free. It just has to be them."

"You seem to be lost in your thoughts son," said my father to me. "Would by any means know who might have done this?"

"Not at all," I shook my head, still clueless as to who might have done it. While we fought the men at the border, I couldn't recognise any of the men that we killed, so there was no way to know who attacked us. If I had received the information sooner, I might have been able to keep one of them alive long enough for him to tell me what I needed to hear.

"I have a strong feeling that Dylan has a hand in this," said my father, gritting his jaw.