The Dark Side Of Fate

Seemingly A Chance

~Liam~

Sleep eluded me the entire night. My mind was consumed by nightmares, haunted by the terrifying possibilities of what might have befallen Sophia. Restlessness permeated the air, not just within me, but also evident in Alex. Eventually, I sat up in bed and gazed out at the moon through my window. Its radiant glow captivated me, and in my desperation, I found myself wondering if it held some wisdom. Could the moon speak to me? Could it somehow reveal the whereabouts of Sophia? Perhaps its luminous beams had touched her in some way tonight. I entertained these thoughts, hoping for a sign or inspiration on where to search and whom to reach out to. But deep down, I knew it was mere wishful thinking.

The reality was that as each day passed, the chances of finding Sophia diminished. We were now entering the third day, and the weight of that grim possibility pressed heavily upon me. Dread filled my thoughts, refusing to be averted, as I confronted the unsettling notion that time was slipping away.

Morning arrived, and Harper and I embarked on our customary run through the woods. As we made our way, we were joined by Marvin, Miles, Oliver, Lilly, and the triplets. We had hoped that our visit would be brief and that we would quickly return to Grizlo, but our parents held us firmly in their grasp. Arriving at a stream that served as our rendezvous point, where a metal trunk housed our spare clothes, we gathered together. This spot had become a familiar meeting place during our runs.

I was the first to shift back to human form and retrieve the clothes from the trunk. Though it seemed that the collection hadn’t been refreshed in some time, I couldn’t help but feel grateful. The omegas responsible for maintaining the trunk never failed to ensure we had a fresh supply of clothes. I tossed the shorts to the guys and the oversized t-shirts to the girls. They all swiftly changed into their respective garments. We settled down by the stream, contemplating our next course of action.

I relayed the details of my father’s conversation with Christian to the group. Charlotte voiced the question that lingered in all of our minds.

“Why does this situation feel larger than we initially thought?” she pondered, and I found myself without an answer.

“I just want to find her,” I confessed, my voice filled with a mix of desperation and longing.

“I never had the chance to tell her how I truly felt. I need to see her and express my emotions. Moving on from this as quickly as my father hopes seems impossible. It’s incredibly challenging to stop caring about someone who has been such a significant part of my life. I can’t just walk away,” I expressed, feeling the weight of my emotions. Harper reached out and gently touched my shoulder.

“We understand, Liam, and we’re here to support you in finding her. Just say the word. I might have said some things yesterday, but I hate seeing you like this. If you want us to sneak away and conduct our own investigation, we’ve decided to do it,” Harper declared, surprising me with her determination.

The idea of leaving the estate and embarking on an adventure to find Sophia seemed exhilarating, but I immediately considered the potential consequences. I thought about our parents and realised that it would be unfair to put them through such worry and uncertainty.

As I contemplated the situation, my father’s voice echoed through the air, summoning us to his lounge. Had something significant occurred? We left the stream behind and hastened our way back to the mansion. Once inside, we neglected to change our attire, even though it wasn’t entirely appropriate. It was only us, after all.

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television screen was already on, and to my astonishment, I saw a video featuring Mike, Margret, and a visibly distraught Sophia. They didn’t appear to be held captive, but the surroundings indicated an underground setting. It was difficult to determine the specific location since we had numerous

you,” she informed me, her

wasn’t playing on a typical television station, so I inquired about its source. My mother revealed that

button, and I focused on Mike’s words, ready to listen to what he

no other choice. I wish I could go back in time and remain oblivious to the circumstances, but that is not within my power. Through this message, I humbly implore Alpha Christian,

as I understand the depth of your feelings when I saw you two nights ago. Please know that what occurred was not intentional or born out of hatred. I also plead with you to let go of Sophia. As you can

to cease and for me to move on. However, the motivations behind such a risk and the true intentions remained

the eye,” Uncle David astutely observed, and I was relieved that he shared my scepticism. I turned to my father, seeing the worry

proposed, his gaze focused on me. It was evident that he made the

happen to our dear Liam,” Uncle Dominic continued,

fun,” he added with a mischievous smile, and I hoped he would say what I was hoping to

felt a sense of relief knowing that my

objected, stating we had no direct connection with Grizlo, and my heart sank a bit because he was right. Three weeks was a long

you’re right, Theo. We don’t have any direct involvement with Grizlo,” Uncle David

and I shook my head in response. As much as I cared about Sophia, I wasn’t selfish to ruin my family for

that we appoint Justin to oversee Grizlo for the time being. After all, I have a deep connection to the place. Liam and the others can work closely with him,” Uncle David

Nicole exclaimed

Justin might find someone there. Besides, didn’t Christain say they were looking at Kaizen and Braile? Why send our son

in Grizlo?” Uncle David replied with a knowing look in his

but we’ll work behind the scenes,” Uncle David explained, outlining his plan. I glanced at my father, recognising that he held the final

from the east, we will finalise this plan. We must also ensure that Justin is willing to take on the position. We can’t force him to assume a role solely for the purpose of investigation. Additionally, Leo will provide valuable insight,” my father declared. While it