Mated to the Triplet Alphas
Chapter 95: Missing Granddaughter

Chapter 95: Chapter 95: Missing Granddaughter

Lucas felt his world tilt. Beside him, Liam went completely still, his face draining of color.

“Your daughter?” Lucas managed, his voice barely above a whisper.

They should’ve guessed. Percival’s eyes were the same color as Hazel’s. They could even see some other subtle facial similarities.

“That’s right. Angeline Bailey was my daughter. Which means...” He paused, taking another sip of his drink. “You two are asking about my dead child.”

“Dead?” Liam stepped forward, his hands clenching into fists. “You’re sure she’s dead?”

“Of course I’m sure.” Percival’s voice turned sharp, pain flickering across his weathered features. “What kind of father do you think I am to not know when my daughter dies?”

Lucas exchanged a glance with his brother. Their research had suggested Angeline and David Bailey were dead, but hearing it confirmed by her own father made it real in a way that twisted something deep in his chest.

“How?” Lucas asked quietly.

Percival walked back to his chair, settling into it heavily. For the first time since they’d met him, he looked every one of his seventy years.

“They were hunted,” he said simply. “Werewolf hunters got them in the end.”

“Hunters?” Liam frowned. “But we heard they were addicts.”

“We thought they would’ve died from an overdose or from debts.”

A bitter laugh escaped Percival’s lips. “Is that the story that’s been spreading? Typical.” He shook his head. “Angeline and David weren’t major addicts. They experimented in their youth. What young werewolf doesn’t? But they were clean when they died.”

“Then why—”

“Because someone needed scapegoats,” Percival cut him off. His eyes hardened. “One of their so-called friends had been conducting illegal experiments on humans. When she got caught, she needed someone to take the fall. Angeline and David were convenient targets.”

Lucas felt sick. “So they were framed?”

“Framed, hunted, and eventually killed for crimes they didn’t commit.” Percival’s knuckles were white around his glass. “The hunters tracked them down based on false information. My daughter died because her friend was a coward.”

The room fell silent except for the muffled sounds from the arena below. Lucas tried to process what this meant for Hazel. Her parents hadn’t been the worthless addicts everyone believed them to be. They’d been victims.

“Who was the friend?” Liam asked. “The one who framed them?”

Percival’s smile was cold. “She went into hiding shortly after the hunters started looking for Angeline and David, just in case the fire rained on her. I believe she’s very near the Emberfang grounds.”

Before either brother could ask more, Percival continued.

“Angeline and David came to see me shortly before they disappeared. They were terrified. They knew dangerous people were after them. They begged me to take care of their daughter.”

Lucas’s heart stopped. “Their daughter?”

“Yes.” Percival’s expression softened slightly. “My granddaughter. They brought her to me for protection, said they needed to draw their pursuers away from her. I agreed, of course. She was just a baby then.”

“A baby?” Liam’s voice was strained. “How old would she be now?”

“Eighteen, just turned. Same age as your generation, I believe.”

That would match with Hazel’s age.

Lucas immediately frowned. Something wasn’t adding up.

“Where is she now?” Lucas demanded, stepping closer to Percival’s chair.

The old man’s face fell. “That’s the tragedy of it all. I raised her for twelve years, watched her grow into a beautiful young woman. But then the pack that we were living in was attacked six years ago. In the chaos, I lost track of her. I haven’t seen my granddaughter since.”

“Which pack?”

“The Eclipse Pack,” Percival answered.

“The Eclipse Pack?” Liam repeated. “You were part of the Eclipse Pack?”

“Not officially. I lived on the outskirts, kept to myself mostly. But when rogues attacked the pack, everything fell apart. People scattered. I’ve been searching for her ever since, using every contact I have, every resource at The Dark Hour’s disposal. But she’s vanished without a trace.”

Lucas’s mind was racing. The timeline didn’t make sense. They had grown up with Hazel, long before she even turned twelve. She’d never lived with Percival and had never been part of the Eclipse Pack.

“What did she look like?” Lucas asked carefully. “Your granddaughter?”

“Beautiful. Blonde hair, hazel eyes. She looked just like her mother when she was younger.” Percival smiled sadly. “She was spirited, brave. Even as a child, she never let anyone push her around.”

Liam shot Lucas a look. The description could fit Hazel, but the timeline was all wrong.

“You said you haven’t been able to find any trace of her?” Lucas pressed.

“None. It’s like she disappeared off the face of the earth after the attack. I’ve had my people searching neighboring packs, checking rogue territories, following up on every lead. Nothing.” Percival’s voice turned bitter. “The one person I should have been able to protect, and I failed her completely.”

“That’s why you’re still running The Dark Hour,” Liam realized. “For the information network.”

“Among other reasons, yes. I’ve operated The Dark Hour for years before that. Information is power, and power is what I need to find her. Every day she’s missing is another day she could be in danger, or—” He stopped himself, jaw clenching.

Lucas felt a strange mixture of sympathy and confusion. This man had clearly loved his granddaughter, and had spent years searching for her. But something about his story didn’t add up with what they knew about Hazel’s past.

“You mentioned the Vox Solis earlier,” Lucas said, changing tactics. “Do you think they could be involved in your granddaughter’s disappearance?”

Percival’s expression darkened immediately.

“I’ve considered it. The timing of the Eclipse Pack attack was suspicious. And the Vox Solis has shown interest in young werewolves before, especially those from powerful bloodlines.”

“Powerful bloodlines?”

“Angeline’s bloodline, my bloodline, goes back generations. We’ve always been strong, our wolves larger and more dominant than most. If the Vox Solis wanted test subjects for their mate bond experiments, my granddaughter would be an ideal candidate.”

Lucas felt ice in his veins. “We need to tell you something. The reason we’re here, asking about the Vox Solis, is because they’ve taken our mate.”

Percival sat up straighter. “Your mate?”

“She’s Angeline Bailey’s daughter,” Liam said. “The Vox Solis attempted to kidnap her. We managed to fight them off once, but they took her a few days ago.”

For a moment, Percival looked stunned. Then his eyes lit up with something between hope and desperation.

“My granddaughter is alive?” he breathed. “Where is she? How long have you known her?”

“That’s what we’re trying to find out,” Lucas said. “We need to know where the Vox Solis might’ve taken her.”

“I see.” Percival stood up, suddenly energized. “I can attempt to find them, but they’re a bunch of snakes. Difficult to catch. They have hideouts scattered across multiple territories and they don’t stay in one place for too long.”

“Anything you can do would help,” Liam said. “We’re running out of leads.”

Percival nodded, already moving toward his desk where he pulled out a phone. “I’ll mobilize every contact I have. The Vox Solis might be slippery, but they’re not invisible.”

He paused, looking back at them with curiosity and something that might have been paternal protectiveness.

“How did you meet Helena?” he asked. “How is she? What kind of woman has she grown into?”

Lucas frowned, sharing a look with Liam, who looked equally confused. “Who is Helena?”