#Chapter 120 An Odd Smell

Aamon “Where the fuck is she?!” I scream at my maid that is supposed to keep an eye on Alita. She quivers before me and stutters, “I-I don’t know, sir. She went to her doctor’s appointment but has never returned.” My colleagues watch me with wide eyes as I turn around to face them and I say, “I want everyone searching for her! She just now got pregnant with the hybrid child we’ve all been waiting for! If we want unlimited access to elf blood, then we need that child and any other hybrid children we can knock her up with! We need our hybrid army!” They all call out, “Yes, Master Wraith!” and run out the building to go searching for Alita. I thought that I trained her well, I thought I could trust her. I thought her mind was wiped to where she really believed I was her mate and that she would be loyal to me. Obviously, I was wrong. Or… or she’s been taken. But... who would take her from me? The obvious answer is one of those mutts at the Scarlet Pack, but we’re literally