Lycan king's substitute breeder novel Chapter 98

Oregon

My eyebrows raised in surprise at his statement. "What? Are you sure?" I asked, moving closer to him and holding his hand.

"Yes, I saw him!" Nicholas replied hastily.

"Where?" I asked.

"I met him at my pack, in the market. I wondered what he was doing there, but instead of thinking too much and wasting time, I decided to bug him," he answered, and I breathed deeply.

"I'm sorry, Nicholas, I don't think I can go and find him right now."

"What? Why?" He asked, sounding quite disappointed. "Just in case you don't know, I've made it easy for you to find him."

"How?" I asked, looking at him curiously.

"When I saw him, I managed to slip a tracker inside his pocket. I think he hasn't noticed it yet," he said, staring at his phone's screen. "We need to find him right away before he finds out he is being bugged."

"Yes, I guess you are right, but that isn't what I'm going to do now," I said, shaking my head.

"What do you mean? This could be our only chance. If he notices the tracker and tries to destroy it, then we might lose him for life," he said, sounding angry already.

"That's not the main issue now," I snapped.

"Then, what is the main issue now?" He asked.

I bit my lower lip and clenched my fists. "I didn't want to tell you this, but I guess I don't have a choice."

"What is it?" Nicholas asked, walking closer to me.

"My wife, my mate, Vivian was kidnapped!" I said, with tears filling my eyes.

"What! What is that supposed to mean? Do you mean the Vivian that I know?" He asked, and I nodded, sighing loudly.

"We want to find her, and Gretel pack will help as well. There might also be a cold and bloody war when we eventually find the kidnapper," I said.

"Who could the kidnapper be?" Nicholas asked softly.

"You might even know him," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Huh? Really? Who could that be?" Nicholas asked.

"It's the Alpha of your pack, Silver Moon. He was the one that kidnapped her," I replied.

"What!" Nicholas snapped, clenching his fists tightly in anger. "I will make sure he pays for this. I'm coming with you!"

"Do you?" I asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Yes, please," he whispered, keeping his phone inside his pocket.