Chapter 60

Richard Bondo’s POV

Yesterday when my friend called me that he might be found my daughter Emma, my breathing hitched.

How could be? Emma should be with her mates and lives a happy life that they built together.

As I approach my friend's pack, my body freezes as the familiar smell hit my nose.

The scent smells like jasmine. That scent only belongs to our pack. I follow the scent and run as quickly as I can, gosh, the scent definitely belongs to my daughter.

Eighteen years ago, a team of rogues sneaked into our pack and tried to kill my mate, and that was the day I lost both my mate and my unborn daughter.

And since then, I wandered many places and packs, trying to find them, but in vain. One day, a stranger called me and said my mate died during the birth, the baby survived, I lost my mate and became a widower that night.

As the leader of the Black Council, I worked so hard to expand my career and protect my family.

But I couldn't pick up my daughter home because we heard a prophecy fr