Chapter Nine.

Alpha Lucas Damon hanged up the phone, staring at the small picture of her long lost daughter. He missed her dearly, and there was not a moment in which he let his guards stop searching for her. He threw his head back on his chair and stared at the ceiling, waiting for his mate to stop by.

“Lucas,” Luna Angela Damon spoke. “I can sense your troubles, is everything alright?” She sat down next to him, stroking his forehead.

“I just received a phone call from Alpha George Donovan.” He replied. “Both himself and Luna Leslie Donovan are coming over tomorrow.”

“Is that so?” Angela gave his mate a small kiss on his forehead. “What is the reason for their visit? Not that I mind the company.”

“A matter they said that couldn’t be discussed over the phone,” Lucas replied. Angela stared at his mate in hope. “I wouldn’t get my hopes up doll, no one has seen her in years.” He sighed.