Chapter 46: Griffin’s Fears

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Chapter 46: Griffin’s Fears Griffin~ No. No, it couldn’t be. I kept repeating it over and over in my head, but the words felt hollow. My pulse pounded in my ears, my chest tightening as if the air had been stolen from my lungs. The Goddess blessed you with a beautiful diamond, and you threw it away for a plain rock. That man’s words haunted me, twisting in my mind like a relentless storm. If what he said was true—if I had truly thrown away something precious—then I had made a mistake so colossal that it would shatter everything I had worked for. But I couldn’t believe it. I refused to believe it. "Griffin?" My father’s voice cut through my thoughts, his tone sharp with concern. "Why did you suddenly go quiet?" I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breath. "I—I’m not sure yet, Father," I admitted, rubbing my temple. "But... I think I made a mistake." A long pause. Then, his voice hardened. "What do you mean by that?" I clenched my jaw. I couldn’t explain it. Not yet. Not when my thoughts were a tangled mess of confusion, disbelief, and something dangerously close to fear. "I’ll come see you later," I said hurriedly. "For now, I need to find someone." "Griffin—" I severed the mind link before he could press further. I exhaled sharply, my hands tightening into fists. Natalie. I needed to find her. Without wasting another second, I opened my mind link again and reached out to Marcus, a close friend and one of Silverfang’s top enforcers. The link connected instantly. "Griffin?" Marcus’s voice came through, alert. "What’s up?" "I need you to bring some men," I said, my voice clipped. "I found Natalie. She’s at the Silvercrest Royale Hotel." Silence. Then, Marcus let out a low whistle. "Well, well. That’s interesting." His tone sharpened. "Is she alone?" I hesitated before answering. "No. There’s a guy with her." Marcus let out a sharp intake of breath. "Describe him." I frowned. "Why?" "Just do it, Griffin." I exhaled. "Black hair. Brown eyes. Probably the same age as me, maybe a year older. Kind of sassy. Hilarious, apparently. He’s—" "Stop." I blinked. "What?" Marcus’s voice dropped to a whisper. "Griffin, listen to me. Stay away from that guy." A strange chill crawled up my spine. "What the hell are you talking about?" Marcus hesitated before saying, "That ’guy’ killed Gabe with just a finger. And he turned Hector into a pile of dust." I froze. My blood ran cold. "What?" My voice shock with fear. "You heard me," Marcus said grimly. "That guy? He’s dangerous. And if he’s with Natalie—" My mind reeled. Was it possible? Could that man truly be Mist—the wolf spirit? And if he was... I gritted my teeth, sending up a silent prayer to every spirit I could think of. Please. Let Natalie not be the Celestial Princess. Because if she is, I am finished. Marcus’s voice pulled me back. "I’ll bring my men immediately." "Good," I said. "But don’t tell Alpha Darius." Another pause. Then, Marcus sighed. "Fine. I’ll keep it quiet. But, Griffin... be careful." I ended the link without replying. An hour later, Marcus arrived with his men. We searched the massive hotel from top to bottom, but by the time the first rays of sunlight stretched across the sky, Natalie was gone. Frustration clawed at my chest. I ran a hand through my hair, glaring at the empty halls. "Search everywhere. Homeless shelters, hotels, hospitals, schools—I don’t care where. Just find her." Marcus nodded. "We’ll find her, Griffin. One way or another." But I couldn’t stay. I had something else to deal with. Lisa had taken Marissa back to the pack doctor, which meant I was free. I put Marcus in charge of the search. I, on the other hand, needed to see my father. ********* The car ride to the Golden capital city— Kingdom of the Lycan King— took two hours. My father, Elder Michael Blackthorn, lived in one of the grand estates in Golden City, where the royal court resided. I used to live here, too—until my father sent me on a secret mission. I was only sixteen when he called me into his study and told me about Princess Katrina. She was from a lesser royal bloodline, an Omega too weak to even be considered a proper royal. She was sickly, frail, and the doctors had predicted she wouldn’t live long. She was also my father’s fated mate. But he rejected her. Why? Because she was weak. I swallowed hard as memories surfaced. My father had chosen another woman—a Gamma by blood—as his chosen mate. She was strong, capable, everything Katrina was not. She gave birth to me. But my father had paid the price. Breaking a fated bond wasn’t something you did lightly. He suffered for it—both physically and emotionally. And then, years later, the kingdom’s seer—my grandfather—called him in secret and told him a prophecy. My grandfather had seen signs of the Celestial Princess. And the spirits had told him that to find her, he needed to find Katrina. My grandfather had kept this prophesy away from the king who was also searching for the celestial princess. My grandfather wanted my father to find her first. But by then, it was too late. Katrina had vanished a long time ago. So my father did what he always did. He sent me to fix his mistakes. For two years, he searched for Katrina and found nothing. Then, earlier this year, he got a lead—Katrina might be in the Silverfang Pack, under my uncle Darius’s rule. That’s when he called me in. "Find Katrina," he told me. "And you’ll find the Celestial Princess. When you do—claim her." Because whoever married the Celestial Princess would automatically become the next Lycan King. That’s why I infiltrated the Silverfang Pack, pretending I wanted to learn under my uncle. That’s why I had spent every day since I got to the pack, searching. And now... Now, everything was falling apart. The moment the car rolled to a stop, I was already out the door, my boots pounding against the stone driveway as I stormed into my father’s estate. The mansion loomed over me, its grand marble pillars sparkling under the dim light of the chandeliers inside. It was the kind of place that reeked of power—cold, calculated, and absolute. I barely noticed the butler stiffen as I brushed past him, my mind racing with too many thoughts to care about the startled glances from the household staff. I had bigger problems. In the lavish living room, my father reclined on a sleek leather chair, a crystal glass of whiskey swirling idly in his hand. The fire crackled in the ornate fireplace behind him, painting a golden glow over his sharply tailored suit. His silver hair was combed back, his face plain as he watched me approach. An eyebrow lifted. "Griffin." His voice was slow, measured. Amused, even. "I assume this isn’t a social visit?" I didn’t bother with pleasantries. "I think I did something horrible." He didn’t blink. Didn’t react. Just took another sip of his drink. "You’ll have to be more specific," he said dryly. "You do horrible things all the time." I clenched my jaw. "I met a man." That finally made him set his glass down. "A man," he repeated. I swallowed. My throat was dry. "He claimed to be Mist. The wolf spirit." For the first time in my life, I saw my father’s hand tremble. The glass slipped from his grip and crashed onto the marble floor, whiskey spilling in slow, amber streams over the broken shards. "What?" His voice was razor-sharp now, his lazy appearance gone in an instant. He shot to his feet. "Are you saying—" "I don’t know if it was really him," I cut in quickly. "But that’s not the problem." His eyes narrowed. "Then what is?" I exhaled slowly, the fear of my next words made my heart race. "Mist was with Natalie Cross." A silence fell over the room, thick and choking. The fire behind him crackled loudly in the stillness. Then— "Wait." His gaze sharpened, calculating. "You mean the promiscuous wolfless girl you rejected? The one carrying my brother’s mark?" I nodded. His lip curled slightly. "Griffin," he said, his voice dropping to something dangerously low, "why is that a problem?" I hesitated. Every instinct screamed at me not to say it. Not to admit the one thing that could turn my entire world upside down. But there was no turning back now. "Because..." I forced the words out, my pulse pounding. "Mist hinted that Natalie might be the Celestial Princess." The reaction was instant. My father’s eyes went wide, something I couldn’t decipher flashed behind them. Disbelief. Shock. Rage. A storm brewing just beneath the surface. "What?!" I flinched as his hands shot out, gripping my shoulders with surprising force. "That can’t be true," he growled. "Are you sure? Did you see any proof?" "I—I don’t know," I admitted, my voice only a whisper. "I don’t want to believe it, but—" He let out a sharp breath, his fingers tightening before he abruptly released me. He turned away, pacing toward the fire, his jaw clenched. The flickering light drew harsh shadows over his face, making him look older, more worn. Then, his voice came, low and resolute. "We need to confirm this." I swallowed hard. His next words sent a chill down my spine. "We’re going to see your grandfather. Now." And just like that, the foundation of everything I had built—everything I believed in—began to crumble.

Chapter 46: Griffin’s Fears

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