As Alpha Luciano rushed home, his footsteps thundered up the stairs in a frenzy. Bursting into Katherine's room, he found it empty.

"Maids!" His voice reverberated through the hallway, summoning them instantly.

"Yes, Alpha," they responded, heads bowed.

"Where's my wife? Where's Luna?" His tone was sharp, slicing through the air with a menacing edge.

"We don't know, Alpha. She left the pack house," one maid stammered, prompting Luciano to grab her by the neck, his grip tightening as panic gripped her.

"Forgive me, Alpha, please," she gasped for air, struggling against his hold.

"You don't know? What's the point of your existence, then?" His growl deepened, claws digging into...