Author's POV

■ Royal palace: Vamplyre Kingdom ■

"I want my son back." The woman seated on the head chair of the dining table in the large dining room muttered as hot, fat tears sprang out from her eyes.

The food served to her was untouched just like how she'd left them for days now.

The man seated next to her moved his chair closer to his wife's and held her face tenderly as he wiped the tears running down her face. No matter how many times he brushed them away, they kept returning back.

It hurt him to see her like this. She'd been this way---lost and desperate---ever since their son went missing.

"We'll get him back, love. I promise. We'll get him back," he assured his wife as he inched closer and pulled her into his arms.

A sob escaped her mouth as she clung to him, "He's just six, Valerian. How could someone be so heartless to take him? What if they hurt my baby? He must be so scared right now."

Valerian's heart tightened at her broken voice. It was hurting him just as much to see his Kaitlyn like this. And then his son. . . That little man who always made the whole palace brighten up with his presence was now gone, taking away the light with him.

"He'll be fine, Kate. He's our son. He knows how to fight, just like his mother who was hell bent on killing me when we first met," he let a small smile slip to his lips at the fond memory despite the ache in his heart as he tried to comfort her.

"Why is everyone so hell bent on him ever since he's born? Why can't they let him live? Why are these people so greedy for power? What has my baby ever done to them for them to act like he was a freaking ticking bomb?"

Kaitlyn cried and cried in Valerian's arms as he held her close and caressed her hair in an attempt to comfort her.

When he could no longer hear her sobs, he looked down to find Kaitlyn asleep in his arms with the tears dried on her beautiful face. Letting out a tired sigh, he gently pulled away from her before carrying her in his arms and making his way towards their room.

He carefully placed Kaitlyn on the bed once they were inside their chamber and covered her with the duvet. Placing a soft kiss to her forehead, he stepped back and exited his room.

Valerian's determined steps padded on the wooden floor as he made his way to his study where his butler awaited in his wake.

"Your highness," The middle-aged  butler, Gerald, who was a vampire bowed his head in respect as he saw the king approach.

"Gerald, hunt the world down if you have to but find Noah. Let me see who dared to take my son away under my nose," Valerian's eyes had a dangerous glint in them which made Gerald gulp but he was very familiar with his Lord's behaviour as he'd been serving the king since centuries now.

"As you say, your grace. Ill try my best," The butler said with ditermination. He too missed the prince who broke havoc in the castle with his little presence.

I'll kill those people with my bare hands if they do anything to my son.

Valerian's brown-green eyes shone as he pledged.

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■ Rogue Headquarter ■

Carla's POV

Every inch of my body felt like it was on fire. My head pounded as if someone had been hitting it with nails. All the energy in my blood had been drained. I couldn't even move.

I tried to open my eyes and instantly felt dizzy as my vision blurred.

What the hell did those moronic rogues inject me with?! And how many days has it been since then?

"Wolvesbane," a small voice quipped in, "They injected you with Wolvesbane and you've been here for three days now---passed out," the child-like voice said again as if he heard my thoughts.

Through my blurry vision, I saw a small figure looming over me. As my vision cleared, green eyes stared down at me with curiosity.

"How did the Wolvesbane effect you? Aren't you a royal? Royals are immune to Wolvesbane," the boy whose name I remember as Noah asked tilting his head to the side.

I slowly tried to sit up as the boy helped me. It was surprising that he wasn't really frail and was indeed able to help me sit on the cold cemented floor.

I looked around myself and saw that I'm in a darkly lit cellar alone with the little boy.

The boy was still looking at me with questioning eyes and that's when I remember he asked me something.

"I'm not really a complete royal. I'm a half royal," I shrugged.

"What's that supposed to be?" I saw his brows furrow in confusion.

I smiled. This boy was really a curious little cat.

"Nothing you should be worried about, little man," I ruffled his inky black hair weakly.

He grinned at me, "Daddy calls me 'little man'," he said making air quotation marks then suddenly he looked sad, "He must be so worried, right?"

With great effort, I scooted closer to him and patted his head, "Don't worry, I'll help you get back to your Daddy once we're out of here."

Noah smiled a toothy smile, "That's great!"

"What's your father's name?"

He looked my way with wide green eyes before murmuring, "I can't say you that."

"Why?"

Before he could reply, the metal door of the cellar opened as the scrawny old rogue from earlier entered.

The rogue leaned down to look at me as he approached us, "You really are a pretty little thing," he smirked tilting my face upward by placing his index finger under my chin with his rough hand.

"Guess what I found out?" He ran his index finger down my face at which little Noah glared daggers at the man who ignored the boy completely, "When we brought you from the forest, we realised you had a very familiar scent all over you. The scent of the person we'd been intending to find ever since. Then we did a little research and got to know that missy here is a royal princess. The princess whom the Alpha is head over heals for. What a luck we have, don't we?"

"Which Alpha?" I ask despite all I wanted to do was swat his wandering hands from my face.

"Ah, who else?" he smirked, "Alpha Anthony Gonzalez."

A lump formed in my throat. They'd been searching Anthony. But why?

"You must be wondering why we need him. Don't worry, it's not because he's from the strongest pack and we want to make it our base, take the pack members as our slaves and all those bullshit," he waved his right hand in the air, thankfully taking that pesky hand off my face.

"Then why do you want him?" I know I'm pressing some buttons here but what's the problem in trying.

Besides, even if I want to ignore it, there's this tiny part of my heart that's concerned about Anthony's safety.

"You think I'm a fool to blurt my plans out to you?" The man snorts.

Guess I have no such luck.

"But you know what?" He suddenly says inching closer to me as a wicked smile grows on his lips, "That Alpha has no idea about how desperately people had been searching for him in every corner for centuries. That man has no idea who he really is. Or should I say, what he is."

"What do you mean?" I ask again and this time around it makes him annoy.

"Stop with the questions, bitch!" His voice booms as he grabs my hair in a harsh grip and bangs my head to the wall.

Fresh blood drips from the place where my head had been hit and I start feeling dizzy again.

"What did you do to her?!" Noah shrieks as he runs towards me and tries to free the rogues hold from my hair, "Leave her!" He throws punches on the rogues hand and I see the rogue flinch at the impact as he gets even more agitated.

The rogue let goes of my hair and pushes the little boy to the ground harshly who falls down a few feet away.

"Only if you weren't important for us, you would've been long dead when you tried to escape us twice, you son of a bitch kid!" The man growled before stomping out of the cellar and shutting the gate with a loud clatter of metals.

The moment he was gone, Noah ran back to me and scooted down next to my laid form on the floor, "Are you okay?" He then shakes his head, "No, you're not okay. That bulky bald man, how can he hit a woman like that? He has no manners! Lady Dulcamara should teach him manners! He's so violent!"

I was about to ask him who lady Dulcamara was but suddenly black spots started clogging my vision.

Damn the wolvesbane, I can't even heal.

And then, I passed out on the cold floor.

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Author's POV

When the little boy---who had been busy ranting about the rogue to be thought manners---finally noticed Carla's unconscious state, he gasped at the sight of blood oozing out from her head.

"Oh, no. Oh no. Oh no. Her head is a waterfall of blood!" Little Noah fretted watching at the puddle forming around Carla's head.

"Lady Dulcamara said too much blood loss is fatal for a werewolf. Whatever that word means, I know her grace here is not okay. What do I do?" the boy continued ranting as he began chewing down on his finger nails like he always did when he was nervous or didn't have an idea on what he was supposed to do.

Suddenly, an idea popped to his head. He knew he wasn't allowed to do it since his Daddy had said something about draining his energy. But her grace needed help.

So, with a determined sigh, the little boy inched closer to Carla's body. Bringing his small hands forward, he placed them carefully on her head where the wound was.

Shutting his eyes, he let the energy---that he'd grown up with---flow through his fingers.

The wound on Carla's head started healing slowly. The torn skin started sticking back under Noah's small hands until there was no trace of the wound except the dried blood where it had been.

Carla felt a rush of energy seep through her bones and she sprang up to a sitting position with heavy breaths as little Noah pulled his hands back. She looked around frantically and found the little boy grinning at her.

"I did it!" Noah squealed.

The next moment, all of a sudden, the little boy slumped on the floor, losing his conciousness.

Carla's eyes widened and she ran up to the child but before she could do anything, the gate of the cellar opened again.

Carla was afraid it was the scrawny rogue again but when she took a look at the tall man standing in front of her staring at her with his brooding brown eyes and a dark look on his face, her heart skipped a beat.

"Anthony."

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What do you think about Noah? And his parents?