Broken Bond: Claimed by My Ex-Husband's Alpha Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 99: Planning The Mission

"I’ll go," Damon said without hesitation.

Among the werewolves in the Crimson Moon Pack, Damon was the strongest and the fastest. If anyone could break into Julian’s hideout and get Priscilla out safely, it was him.

Louis nodded. "Then I’ll go with you. We need at least one more person, someone who can move fast and won’t hesitate if things go south."

"No," Damon said firmly. "Theodore will go with me."

Louis frowned. "Why?"

Damon took a deep breath, answering, "Because you’re staying here. If something happens to me, you’ll still be here to protect our family."

But that wasn’t the only reason.

Damon knew Louis too well. He was strong, capable, but also hotheaded. If they found something about Julian that enraged him, he wouldn’t hesitate to act first and think later. And that was exactly the kind of mistake they couldn’t afford.

Louis clenched his jaw, his fists tightening at his sides. He hated being left behind, especially when it involved protecting their own.

But Damon didn’t waver. His decision was final.

"Louis." Damon lowered his voice, trying to calm his brother down. "Your role is just as important as rescuing Priscilla. You’re here to protect our family. To protect Charlotte, our mothers ... and your little family."

Haven had just been discharged from the hospital after the doctor allowed her to continue resting at home.

The little girl had fully recovered physically, but even though she didn’t say anything, everyone knew she was still dealing with trauma. She didn’t want to be far from her parents.

She constantly asked Vera to stay with her in her room and refused to go anywhere without Louis. Whenever she wanted to visit the store or go to the playground, she insisted that Louis come with her.’

If Haven knew that her father had chosen to go on a dangerous mission instead of staying by her side, she would probably be furious.

More than anything, his family should come first. And as much as he hated to admit it, Damon needed him here too. If something happened while they were gone, if Julian tried another trick, someone had to be here to keep everything together.

Louis ran a hand through his hair and let out a frustrated sigh. "Fine," he muttered. "I’ll stay."

"Then, I’ll go with you," Diana said suddenly.

Damon nodded. "Alright."

"Hey, that’s not fair! Why did you agree to let her go with you but made me feel guilty for staying behind?" Louis protested.

Charlotte, who had been quiet the whole time, finally spoke. "Because, Louis... your daughter needs you."

He clenched his jaw, looking away as if trying to find an excuse to disagree, but he had none.

Charlotte continued, her tone gentle. "Haven has been through enough. She just got out of the hospital, and she’s scared, even if she won’t say it out loud. Right now, more than anything, she needs to feel safe."

Besides, of course, Damon would let Diana come with him, Priscilla was her sister, after all.

Diana nodded at Charlotte’s words. "See, Louis? Even Charlotte understands that. So stop sulking and just stay put in this house!"

Louis rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just don’t screw this up."

Damon let out a small sigh, shaking his head at their usual bickering. "Alright, enough. We leave at dawn."

The ones who would infiltrate the hideout were Damon, Theodore, and Diana, while the other werewolves would monitor the situation from a distance and only intervene if something went wrong.

Once everything was decided, Mona tapped on her tablet. "Yes, dawn is the best time to sneak in. The guards switch shifts at sunrise, and that’s your best window to enter without triggering any alarms."

She zoomed in on a picture displayed on her screen, revealing a small attic window near the roof. There were no security cameras in the area, making it the safest entry point.

Diana frowned as she studied the image. "How are we supposed to get up there? Jump from the nearest tree onto the roof and then squeeze through the window?"

Everyone turned to look at her at the same time.

Mona gave a simple nod. "That’s the only way."

Louis smirked. "What? Can’t jump that high?" he teased.

Diana glared at Louis. "Of course, I can jump that high, idiot. I just wanted to make sure we’re not walking into some death trap."

Louis smirked. "Sounds like an excuse."

Before Diana could throw something at him, Damon cleared his throat, cutting through their usual banter. "Focus."

Mona ignored them and continued. "The tree is sturdy enough to hold your weight, and the distance isn’t far."

"You’ll need to land as quietly as possible. Once you’re on the roof, head straight to the attic window. The house is old, so the wood might creak, remember to watch your steps."

Theodore, who had been silent for most of the conversation, finally spoke. "And once we’re inside?"

Mona swiped through her tablet, pulling up the sketchy floor plan. "We don’t know exactly where Priscilla is being kept, but based on our informant’s observations, she’s likely in one of the basement rooms. The entrance to the basement should be here—"

She pointed to a marked area, "—near the back of the house. Get in, get her, and get out before anyone realizes what’s happening."

Damon nodded. "Understood."

Carmen took a deep breath. She looked calm on the outside, but everyone knew she was just as worried about her daughter as they were.

"Let’s hope Priscilla is really there," she said.

Because if she wasn’t there ...

Then they had no idea where else Julian could be keeping his own mother.

Charlotte suddenly reached for Carmen’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We’ll find her."

Carmen hesitated for a moment, unsure how to react. Of all the people in the room, Charlotte was the last person who should be offering reassurance.

After all, if anyone had the right to hope that Priscilla never made it out alive, it was her. That was because Priscilla had done terrible things to Charlotte.

And Charlotte knew that.

She wasn’t sure why. Maybe because, despite everything, she knew what it felt like to be trapped.

When Julian mentioned that his mother had tried to convince him to turn himself in, Charlotte felt something shift in her chest. Maybe—just maybe—Priscilla had finally realized the kind of monster her son had become.

And then there was something else. Something Charlotte had felt before but never said out loud.

Priscilla’s behavior.

The way she acted around her husband. The way her voice changed when she spoke to him over the phone.

Charlotte had seen it before.

She had lived it before.

And for some reason ... She couldn’t shake the feeling that Priscilla’s marriage wasn’t so different from hers.

The thought sent a chill down Charlotte’s spine.

She had always assumed Priscilla was just cruel, cold-hearted and manipulative, a woman who had made her life miserable without a second thought.

But what if there was more to it?

What if Priscilla wasn’t just a villain, but also a victim?

Charlotte swallowed hard, pushing the thought away for now. This wasn’t the time to dwell on the past or question Priscilla’s choices. Right now, the only thing that mattered was finding her before it was too late.

Carmen took a deep breath, her grip tightening slightly around Charlotte’s hand. It was the only sign that she appreciated the reassurance.

"Let’s just hope she’s still alive," Carmen murmured, her voice calmer now.

As Damon prepared the things he would take with him—like a gun, a dagger, and a rope—Charlotte approached him.

Her eyes lingered on the gun, and for a moment, she wondered if she should carry a weapon like that too.

"I’m sorry that I can’t help you," Charlotte said, her voice quiet.

She lowered her gaze, guilt settling deep in her chest. She was the Luna of the pack, yet all she ever seemed to do was become a burden to everyone.

Damon paused, his hands tightening around the gun before setting it down. He turned to her, his sharp gaze softening the moment he saw the sadness in her eyes.

"Charlotte," he said, stepping closer. "Don’t say that."

She bit her lower lip, shaking her head. "But it’s true, isn’t it? I’m supposed to be the Luna, but I can’t fight, I can’t help with the mission, and all I do is make you worry."

Damon took a deep breath and reached out, gently tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to meet his gaze.

"Listen to me," he said firmly. "Being a Luna isn’t just about fighting. It’s about protecting the pack in every way. Even just caring for them is enough."

She swallowed hard, her fingers curling slightly at her sides. "But I feel like I should do more," she admitted. "Like I should be stronger."

Damon let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "You’re already stronger than you realize."

Charlotte frowned. "How can you say that when I—"

"Because strength isn’t just about fighting," he interrupted gently. "It’s about endurance. It’s about surviving, even when everything is against you. It’s about standing back up after every fall."