Claimed by My Ex's Half-Brother-Chapter 107 We’ll be fin

Victoria’s POV

The ocean breeze had been a welcome reprieve from my chaotic life, but after just a couple of days at the beach, I was back to my relentless work schedule. I needed to handle all my business affairs here before returning to my territory where the Crescent Dawn Pack was headquartered.

I hadn’t been by Grandfather William’s side for several days. Though he assured me his health was improving, I couldn’t help but worry. The Alpha of our pack might be recovering, but I knew how stubborn he could be about admitting weakness.

By the time I finished my work that night, the clock had already struck eleven. I gathered my things, feeling my wolf, Nora, restless inside me. She’d been on edge lately, sensing danger I couldn’t quite identify.

*You should call for additional security,* Nora suggested in my mind.

*We’ll be fine,* I assured her. *Our regular driver is waiting downstairs.*

My phone buzzed with a message from Grace. She was asking if I’d finished work and when I’d be home.

"Just leaving the office now, about to get in the car," I texted back.

The drive to my place wasn’t far, perhaps ten minutes at most. I’d chosen a home in the territory’s high-end district, close enough to the pack lands but still accessible to the city center.

Grace replied immediately: "Great! I’ve prepared a midnight snack waiting for you!"

She attached a photo of some delicious-looking pastries she’d made herself. I could practically smell their sweet aroma through the screen.

"Sounds good," I replied simply.

I slid into the backseat of the waiting car, the interior dimly lit as usual. The familiar leather seats welcomed me as I settled in, phone in hand. Grace was still messaging me.

"By the way, isn’t Damien flying out tonight?"

I wasn’t entirely certain about Damien Sterling’s schedule, though I knew he was leaving today. The Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack kept his movements deliberately unpredictable—a security measure I understood all too well.

"I think so," I began typing, but suddenly my phone slipped from my fingers.

A strange heaviness spread through my limbs, my vision blurring at the edges. Nora howled in alarm inside me, but her voice seemed distant, muffled. Something was wrong—terribly wrong. The scent in the car... it wasn’t right. There was something mixed with the leather and polish—something chemical.

*Danger!* Nora’s voice echoed in my fading consciousness. *Not our driver!*

I struggled to focus on the driver’s seat, but my eyelids were impossibly heavy. Through the haze, I caught a glimpse of unfamiliar eyes watching me in the rearview mirror—eyes I recognized with a jolt of horror before darkness claimed me.

Ethan’s eyes.

I heard him say, "You’re mine, I’m alone," and then I lost consciousness.

Author’s pov:

Grace Mitchell had been waiting anxiously for Victoria to return for almost half an hour now. Something wasn’t right. Victoria had texted that she was already in the car and heading back, but she should have arrived at their shared apartment long ago.

Grace sent several messages to Victoria, but received no response. Growing increasingly worried, she called Victoria’s phone. It rang, but no one answered.

"This isn’t like her at all," Grace muttered, her human instincts sensing danger even though she lacked a wolf’s heightened perception.

She dialed Victoria’s number several more times, each call going unanswered. A cold dread settled in her stomach. As Victoria’s closest friend, Grace knew her habits well—Victoria always kept her phone close and answered promptly, especially when they had plans.

With few options and fewer connections in this part of the territory, Grace reluctantly called the one person she knew would move heaven and earth for Victoria—Damien Sterling.

Damien was already at the airport, having boarded his private jet scheduled to depart in twenty minutes. When his phone rang, he glanced at the screen with mild irritation that quickly transformed into alert interest when he saw Grace’s name. The human woman rarely contacted him directly.

"What’s happened to Victoria?" he answered immediately, his wolf Arthur already stirring with protective instinct.

Before Grace could fully explain, Damien’s concern for his mate had already taken over. Though Victoria hadn’t officially accepted their connection, Arthur recognized her as their destined partner, their one true mate.

"She’s missing," Grace explained, her voice tight with worry. "She texted about half an hour ago saying she was leaving Lancaster Enterprises and had gotten into the car, but she never arrived home. She’s not answering calls or messages. I don’t know what to do, Damien. Can you help find her?"

Thirty minutes was too long. Damien’s heart sank, Arthur growling with growing agitation inside him.

"Stay calm. I’ll handle this," he said, his voice deadly serious. "I’ll have someone check the security footage immediately."

As he ended the call, Damien’s entire body tensed with primal concern for his mate. If Victoria was in danger, he needed to be in the city, not crossing an ocean.

A flight attendant approached him. "Sir, we’re preparing for takeoff in a few minutes."

Damien looked toward the still-open cabin door, his decision already made. Arthur wouldn’t allow him to leave while Victoria’s safety was in question.

"I need to disembark immediately. There’s been an emergency," he stated with such authority that the attendant simply nodded and stepped aside.

The moment he was off the plane, Damien contacted Kane Lancaster, Victoria’s loyal secretary and adopted brother. Kane’s reaction was immediate—within minutes, security footage from Lancaster Enterprises was being transmitted to Damien’s phone.

The video clearly showed Victoria entering what appeared to be her regular car service. Due to the dim lighting and angle, the driver’s face wasn’t visible, but something about the way he moved triggered Arthur’s instincts. Damien’s wolf snarled, recognizing a threat to their mate.

"Find that car now," Damien ordered Jeff Parker, his head of security. "Track Victoria’s phone. Use every resource we have. Her safety is the only priority."

Meanwhile, Elena Lancaster had received word from her brother Kane and rushed to join the search. As Victoria’s adopted sister and right hand, she knew the political landscape of their pack better than most.

"The company transition has created enemies," Elena explained when she arrived, her own wolf pacing anxiously inside her. "Victoria taking her rightful place as Alpha heir has threatened many of the older pack members. Those uncles and cousins who smiled to her face would gladly see her removed from power."

But Damien was focused on the security footage, watching the car’s route before it disappeared from view. Jeff had contacted local authorities to access additional surveillance, revealing grainy images of the driver. Though the man wore a mask and couldn’t be clearly identified, something about his stature and movements seemed disturbingly familiar.

"Ethan," Damien growled, Arthur’s rage coloring his voice. "Check if my brother is still in the country. This reeks of his desperation."

The thought of his half-brother anywhere near Victoria made Arthur howl for blood inside him. Ethan’s scent had been all over Victoria for years, but now that their relationship had ended, the possessive instinct in Damien’s wolf was overwhelming. Victoria was HIS mate, whether she had accepted it yet or not, and Ethan’s continued obsession with her was becoming increasingly dangerous.

"Find Ethan immediately," Damien commanded, his Alpha voice rippling with power even though he wasn’t officially the Alpha of the Northstream Pack. "I want to know exactly where he is and what he’s done."

Arthur was practically clawing to get out, desperate to track Victoria’s sweet scent himself. If Ethan had harmed a single hair on Victoria’s head, Damien wouldn’t just ruin him—he would tear him apart, brother or not.