Gold Moon: Mated To The Beta Twins Chapter 191: Without A Trace

Morgan’s p.o.v.

”How long will it take before they figure out that we left the territory?” I ask Amra. I am not expecting an answer from her, but I need to ask anyway.

After I had taken all the tests, I received an email from the King’s Army confirming that I had been accepted into the Army. I didn’t have to go through any extra trials or tests, and I decided that I needed to plan my departure to reach the King’s Army on the day I would turn seventeen.

I moved my bike from the garage to the cottage, and so far, no one has asked about it being missing from the garage. I ordered myself a bigger backpack so that I could take a few things with me, and the rest I had sent to the Academy a week ago. It will be in the room I will call home for the next few years.

I had been woken up in the middle of the night to soft singing in my head, and for a moment, I thought I was in my room at the Pack-house, that was, until I realized that the voice was unfamiliar to me.

“Happy Birthday, Morgan.” I heard the voice say, and I automatically answered, “You are a week too early.” Only to be met with laughter in my head.

“Silly girl, I am in your head. My name is Amra, and I am your Lycan.” She responded, and again I told her she is a week early, but then she told me that I was born a week late.

Making this my birthday instead of a week from today, don’t ask me how that is possible because I have no clue, and Amra doesn’t want to explain it.

I allowed Amra to go through my memories, and when she reached the memories of the past year, she became furious. She understood why I wanted to leave, but she asked me to give her one chance to find out why my family started to ignore me, and I reluctantly agreed to join our family for dinner tonight.

The rest of that day, we spent talking about my childhood, about our family, and everything I learned over the years from following my Dad and my Brothers. She liked looking at my memories of the Mother-Daughter days I spent with Mom, but she got angry when she couldn’t find one from the past year.

When I walked into the dining room, I mentioned to Amra that our family wasn’t present yet, and I sat down in my usual seat. It took a few minutes for everyone to be present.

An Omega placed my plate in front of me, but she didn’t look surprised to see me at the table, and I wondered if anyone ever noticed I hadn’t been here in months.

I concentrated on my food as I let Amra do what she wanted. I didn’t try to start a conversation with my family, and when I was finished, she told me that our parents’ Lycans didn’t acknowledge her, not even Ashton’s Lycan had acknowledged her.

We left the dining room before dessert was served, and we walked back to the cottage to grab our backpack.

“I am sorry, my human. I hoped that I could make sense out of the past year, but I have no answers.” Amra retreated to the back of my head as I grabbed everything we needed and headed out to my bike.

I finally look over my shoulder to take one last look at the territory I was born in, but I don’t feel the sadness I was suspecting. I feel relief and determination. I feel lighter than I have in months.

Luna Giselle’s p.o.v.

For the past week, my Lycan has been acting strangely, but she can’t recall anything happening during the past week to justify her feelings.

Well, nothing out of the ordinary, that is, and we both decide it has to do with our little miracle’s birthday. Today, we will spend the day on our own floor while our pack members organize the final details for the party.

Tate walks out of the bathroom as I walk out of our closet, and he smiles at me before he asks me if I have everything under control.

“Of course, I have everything under control. I can’t wait to see her face when she sees what we have organized for her seventeenth birthday party.” I answer as I wrap my arms around his waist.

I walk into the kitchen to start preparing breakfast. I am going to make Morgan all of her favorite dishes. Colton and Landon are already setting the table as I am pulling everything I need from the pantry and the fridge.

Ashton walks into the kitchen with a strange look on his face, and I ask him what is wrong.

“I don’t know, Mom. Titan feels as if he missed something major. We have gone over the past week, but we can’t figure it out.” Ashton answers me, and I tell him that Sage has the same problem.

“We have been so busy organizing everything, we had to reconfirm that the King would send witnesses, and I think we are just worried that something might go wrong.” Ashton mumbles.

“Roman has been acting the same, but he can’t explain it either,” Tate says, and I think it is safe to say that we are all worried that something might blow up in our faces.

We talk about tonight’s party as the boys help me get breakfast ready, and as they bring everything to the dining room, I walk towards Morgan’s room to wake her up.

As I walk down the hall to her room, something feels off, and I start to feel anxious the closer I get to her room.

“Is something wrong?” Tate asks from behind me, and I tell him that something doesn’t feel right. Ashton pushes past me to open her bedroom door, and then it hits me. I can barely smell the scent of my daughter, and Sage starts to whimper in my head.

“Her stuff is missing. Her closet is almost empty, and most of her things from the bathroom are missing.” Ashton is running around her room like a headless chicken.

“All pack members to the pack house. NOW.” Tate sends out through a Pack-wide mind-link, and within seconds, I can hear footsteps and paws pounding the stairs and the ground. Everyone is quiet when we step onto the front porch.

“Morgan is missing, and with how faint her scent is in her room, she has been gone for a while. I want the entire territory searched, and if anyone can think of anything strange, I want to hear about it; no one will get into trouble.

We want to know what happened. We need to figure out why she is missing and if she left on her own accord.” Tate says, and in seconds, everyone takes off in different directions to search for our Daughter. Her Brothers rush off as well, and Tate holds me in his arms as I quietly break down.

“I am near a cottage at the northern border. I can smell her scent strongly here.” Fletcher announces through the mind-link after two hours of searching for Morgan.

Tate sends all her Brothers towards him, but an hour later, they still haven’t found her. One of our Omegas who works in the main dining room approaches us with a worried look, only moments after my sons have returned to the pack house.

“Is there something you would like to tell us?” I ask her as she stops near our table.

“Luna, I mean no offense with what I am about to say. Morgan hasn’t been to the main dining room for lunch or dinner for months. I didn’t say anything because none of you seemed to be worried when she no longer showed up.

A week ago, she came in for dinner again, but left before we served dessert. I noticed her bike missing from the garage about a month ago, but I thought she might have gone for a ride, as she has done quite often the past few months.” She says, and I just look at her as Tate thanks her for telling us.

Once we are all back on the Alpha floor, I break down and start sobbing as Tate wraps his arms around me.

“Mom, if she left the territory, we would have felt the Pack-bond snap. She still has to be in the territory.” Landon says as he places his laptop on his lap, and Colton runs out the door.

A few minutes later, Colton walks back into the room, and his face doesn’t predict much good: “Her file is gone, and I can’t find her initiation papers.”

Tate mutters “Fuck” as he jumps off the couch, while Colton sits down.

“We were supposed to initiate her the night after her sixteenth birthday, but we were too busy going over the gift she might get.” Tate mumbles.

I try to remember the last time I spoke to her, and for the life of me, I can’t remember.

“I didn’t have a Mother-Daughter day with her once since she turned sixteen,” I say, and one after the other remembers that they brushed her off after we told them about her seventeenth birthday.

“She left on her bike, she crossed the border not far from the cottage,” Landon says, and Tate calls off the search for our daughter.

She left the territory, so there is no use. I spend the rest of the day in a daze, and at dinner, I get the worst news I could have gotten.

Ashton tells me she hasn’t been in the dining room for nearly a year; they even saw footage of her trying to talk to one of us, and it always ended the same way.

We would tell her we were too busy, or we would cut her off by walking away from her; we pushed her away from us by forgetting how much she meant to all of us.