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✧ Raj Malhotra’s POV ✧

While I was buried under the mountain of work piled on my desk, something strange happened—Aaria mind-linked me. She rarely did that, so the unusualness immediately set my instincts on fire.

“Raj, please come home... Anaya is missing! Riya sensed rogues took her!” Her voice was trembling, thick with fear and urgency.

My body froze, my mind barely processing her words. Anaya? Missing? Rogues? Before I could even respond, Varun burst into my office, nearly in tears, with Naman stumbling in behind him, a man who always had a strong front, now visibly broken and shaking with terror.

“Raj... my... my daughter!” Naman’s voice was a quivering mess, the fear in it slashing through me like a blade.

I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles went white. I couldn’t let this happen. Not to Anaya. Not to my family.

“We need to find her. Now.” I snarled, standing up so abruptly that my chair slammed into the wall. “Varun, get Yuvraj and Dev on the line. Tell them to be ready. We’re going after them,” I commanded, my voice already hardened with my alpha authority, the protective instinct inside me igniting into a fiery rage. There was no room for mistakes. Not when Anaya’s life was at stake.

We rushed out, my legs moving faster than I ever thought possible. My mind was racing, imagining the worst, but I had to shove it down. I couldn’t afford to lose my head right now.

The moment we arrived home, it was chaos. Aaria was crying uncontrollably, her entire body trembling as Myra held her, trying to soothe her, her own eyes filled with unshed tears. Aarnav stood nearby, staring helplessly, his hands trembling. The sight broke me a little more.

Jatin stormed in, the urgency radiating off him like a dark cloud. “Yuvraj located her. She’s outside of Jaipur,” he reported, his voice low but intense.

Without another second wasted, I shifted into my wolf form—Rudra surged forward with a growl, and we all tore through the night, Varun and Naman right behind me. The only thing on my mind was getting Anaya back. Safe.

When we arrived at the abandoned building, the scent of danger and blood lingered in the air. Two rogues stood guard, eyes cold and calculating. I could see Anaya tied to a chair, her small form looking so vulnerable. Her eyes were covered with a cloth, her breathing erratic even from where I stood. My chest tightened. They would pay for this.

The rogues glanced at us, their lips curling into twisted grins, as if they expected us. Of course they did. It was a trap. I let out a low, menacing growl, and without hesitation, we attacked. I’d kill anyone who thought they could hurt my family.