The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna (Avery and Gideon) novel Chapter 261

Chapter 261

“You must know something,” I said, turning to face her fully.

She sniffled and stepped into the light. I saw that her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, like she’d been crying for hours. “I don’t know.” Her voice dropped, and something flickered across her face. Something I could not read. “But I sense the Rogue King is behind it. Don’t you?”

Of course I did. The bastard had been messing with Avery for too long to rule him out as a possibility. He was the first thing that came to mind when she went missing.

But right now, I had no leads on his location. If he took her, he would have likely taken her someplace well-hidden, somewhere I wouldn’t think to look. It wouldn’t be easy to track them down.

But there were some who might know.

I found Reynaud in a bar, one that he’d apparently been frequenting, according to the rumor mill, ever since his downfall. He was slightly drunk already, head hanging as he perched on one of the barstools.

“Reynaud.” I grabbed his shoulder and forced him to look at me. “Where is she?”

He stared at me. “What?”

“Avery. You must have heard she went missing by now. You know something, don’t you?”

He shrugged my hand off and took a swig of his drink. “I don’t know anything,” he slurred. “Maybe she finally decided to up and leave your sorry ass.”

“You don’t have the right to say that.” I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and hauled him off his chair. He stumbled, and I pressed him into the wall. A few bar goers stared at

us,

and the bartender muttered something, but no one stopped me. They knew better than to argue. Especially when my wolf’s fury was glowing an angry yellow in

my eyes.

My wolf was going mad. He wanted me to rip Reynaud’s throat out. Wanted me to shift then and there and go on a rampage.

Our mate was gone. The sensation kept rippling through my wolf like a silver bullet. Pain, anguish, heartbreak. Most of all: rage.

How could she have left without even saying goodbye?

No. I tried to soothe my wolf. Avery hadn’t gone willingly. She was taken. Reynaud

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was just messing with us.

“Tell me what you know,” I growled, pressing Reynaud more firmly against the wall.

“I said I don’t know anything!” He shoved me hard, and I stumbled back a step, releasing him. “Like I said, she probably decided to leave! You never treated her well, anyway.”

“That’s not true.”

Reynaud tilted his head. “It’s common knowledge, Gideon. You treat your Luna like chopped liver. She probably got sick of your shit and decided to-” 1

“Enough.” My wolf’s voice snarled out of my throat instead of my own, and I slammed Reynaud against the wall again with enough force this time to crack the plaster behind him. The bar patrons scattered as a growl rumbled in my chest. I could feel my fangs and claws extending, itching to rip into him for even saying such a thing.

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