Chapter 81

Alpha Ronan

"Where is Delaney?" I roared in the boardroom, my fierce stare fixed on the lead tracker. He was holding Delaney's torn red dress that they had been using to track her, his eyes not meeting mine. The rest of the trackers stood behind him, alert, hands behind their backs.

He tightened his hold on the dress. "We've looked everywhere, alpha king," he answered, his voice shaky.

"Give me the fucking answer! Where is my mate?" I sneered, my insides boiling up as I stood up, knocking over my chair. The sound of it coming into contact with the floor didn't drown the sound of the trackers' heartbeats as they thrashed inside their chests.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his mouth opening hesitantly. "The trail of her scent disappeared in the neutral grounds. We had nothing to go by," he explained, his forehe