Chapter 15

MAGNAR’S POV The atmosphere in my father’s office was tense. I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed, trying to mask the storm brewing inside me. Braden, Kian, and Mavros sat beside me, their expressions ranging from confused to mildly concerned. None of us knew why my father had summoned us so urgently. Dimitri, my father, stood by the window, his gaze distant yet sharp. Something was eating at him—something he wasn’t sharing. His aura, usually calm but commanding, now felt off. It made my wolf stir uneasily, though he still refused to speak. When my father finally turned to face us, his words knocked the breath out of the room. “Valeria is missing.” “Valeria? That name sounds quite familiar?” Braden said. “Yes, because that’s the name of the slave who serve us almost on a daily basis and she recently turned eighteen,” my father snapped. That name hit me like a blow to the gut, but I forced my expression to remain neutral. She’s just a slave. Why should it matter? And how does my fath