#Chapter 30 Mordred’s Escape

Caspian’s POV The terror on my mate’s face makes me want to throttle Chase. What the hell happened to intercepting Viviane? I ask him through our link. I’m sorry. He answers immediately, I got distracted, her friend is– Her friend is not in danger of kidnap or a traumatic break, I cut him off. Get your shit together and start rounding up men for the search. Yes Alpha. His submissive tone sends a stab of guilt through my middle, but I can’t dwell on that now. “I don’t understand.” Viviane is saying beside me, her pulse hammering. “How did this happen? When did it happen?” It takes all my focus to ensure my glare lands solely on the enforcers in front of us, and remains far from Viviane. I’m desperately trying to compartmentalize my wrath towards them and support for her, but doing so seems less and less possible as the seconds drag out. “Would one of you gentlemen like to tell Ms. Belle of your ineptitude?” Flushed scarlet, the huddle of men hem and