Chapter 23: The Fury of Loss

The grand mansion, usually a bastion of elegance and control, now stood in stark contrast to the chaos within Min-ho's mind. The drive back from the event had been a blur of frustration and determination. Min-ho's thoughts were solely focused on Jae-min, and his anger at the abduction burned hot.

As the car pulled up to the mansion, Min-ho was already out of the vehicle before it had fully stopped. His steps were quick and purposeful as he stormed through the front doors, his usual composure replaced by a palpable rage. The servants and security personnel watched in silence, understanding that something had gone terribly wrong.

He made a beeline for his private study, where he began to pace furiously. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more desperate than the last. The knowledge that Jae-min had been taken was a blow he had not anticipated, and the fury at the audacity of those responsible for it was overwhelming.

Min-ho stopped abruptly, his thoughts crystallizing into a single, determined plan. The ring he had given Jae-min—an elaborate and unique piece of jewelry—was more than a symbol of commitment; it was also equipped with a tracking device. Min-ho had designed it with the foresight that such a measure might be necessary. It was a decision he had made out of an abundance of caution, and it was proving invaluable now.

He activated the tracking system, his fingers moving with practiced efficiency as he accessed the device's location data. A series of coordinates appeared on the screen, pinpointing Jae-min's location. Min-ho's heart raced as he saw the location of the signal. The coordinates led to an old, abandoned house on the outskirts of the city—an unassuming place that had clearly been chosen for its seclusion.

Min-ho's face darkened with a mix of anger and determination. The abduction of Jae-min was not just a personal affront but also a challenge to his authority and control. The realization that someone had dared to interfere with his plans and take what was his fueled his fury even further.

With a clenched jaw, Min-ho grabbed his coat and headed for the door. His mind was already calculating the best approach to reclaim Jae-min. He would not allow anyone to get away with this. The thought of Jae-min being held captive filled him with a fierce protectiveness and a burning desire for retribution.

The drive to the abandoned house was swift. Min-ho's vehicle cut through the night, each mile increasing his anticipation and rage. The streets were eerily quiet as he approached the house, the seclusion of the location adding to the tension of the situation.

As Min-ho arrived at the house, he parked a short distance away and surveyed the scene. The structure was old and dilapidated, its windows boarded up and the paint peeling from the walls. It was clear that this was not a place where one would expect to find someone, let alone his beloved omega. The place had been deliberately chosen for its isolation and the difficulty it would present in any potential rescue attempt.

Min-ho's heart pounded in his chest as he approached the house, his senses on high alert. He could feel the intensity of his pheromones—the protective aggression and determination that were a natural response to the threat against Jae-min. He took a deep breath, focusing on the task ahead.

He moved stealthily around the perimeter of the house, looking for any signs of activity or weak points in the building's defenses. His mind was sharp, focused on every detail as he planned his entry. The urgency of the situation left no room for error; he needed to act decisively and efficiently.

As he neared the entrance, he saw the dim light filtering through the cracks in the boarded-up windows. It was a faint glow that hinted at activity within. Min-ho could feel the tightness in his chest, a mixture of anxiety and determination. He knew that he had to be careful; the last thing he wanted was to rush in recklessly and jeopardize Jae-min's safety.

Min-ho paused for a moment, his hand resting on the door handle. He could hear muffled sounds from inside—the faint murmur of voices and the occasional clatter of objects. His grip tightened, and he took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead.

With a firm push, he opened the door slightly, just enough to slip inside without making too much noise. The darkness of the interior contrasted sharply with the harsh light from outside, and Min-ho's eyes quickly adjusted. He could see the outlines of furniture and debris scattered around, remnants of a place long abandoned and forgotten.

His focus was sharp as he moved through the house, his steps light and deliberate. The sounds of voices grew louder as he approached, and his heart quickened with anticipation. He knew that Jae-min was somewhere in this building, and he was determined to find him and bring him back.

As Min-ho reached a door at the end of a narrow hallway, he paused, listening carefully. The voices were clearer now, and he could make out the sound of someone talking in a harsh, commanding tone. It was clear that Jae-min was not alone, and Min-ho's anger flared at the thought of anyone causing harm to his omega.

He took another deep breath, his senses on high alert as he prepared for the confrontation that lay ahead. The moment of truth was at hand, and Min-ho was ready to face whatever obstacles stood between him and Jae-min. His resolve was unwavering, and his fury at the abduction only fueled his determination to see this through.