When Jason woke up the next morning, he smiled at the ceiling. Everything was going right in his life. His pack was being taken care of. He had found his Luna, who he loved so much. He felt as though nothing could go wrong.

That feeling left the second he stepped out of his room.

When Jason looked into Percy's room, the door was already open. The sheets on the bed were disheveled, but nothing seemed extremely out of the ordinary. But Jason was already suspicious.

He sniffed around the room. Nothing by the dresser or the window. When he reached the bed, Jason caught the scent of something unfamiliar. He dropped to the floor and breathed in deeply.

There it was again. That smell…it was disgusting. And evil. And it mixed in with Percy's scent.

Jason shot up as the realization came into his head.

Percy's gone.

Jason pounded down the stairs. He went to his mother and father's room, where the two mates were still sleeping. Jason shook his parent's shoulders, heart pounding.

"Urghh…what is it?" Zeus grumbled. "I hope you have a good reason for waking me up at nine o'clock on a Saturday."

"Percy's gone!" Jason said.

Zeus sat up quickly, eyes wide. "No." He shook his wife, and Hera stretched her arms above her head, hair falling into her face. "Huh?" She asked sleepily.

"Percy's gone," Jason repeated, his world crashing down upon him as the words finally reached his ears. "He's gone."

Hera gasped. "Impossible."

Zeus immediately jumped back into Alpha mode, seeing that his son wouldn't be capable to taking charge quite yet. "Go wake his family. Maybe he's with them."

Jason collapsed to his knees and groaned. "No, Father, can't you sense it? His scent is gone. I can't feel his presence on the pack grounds." His voice broke.

Zeus was about to retaliate, but realized Jason's words were true. He couldn't sense the Omega any longer.

"Well, go wake up his family anyways." Zeus said. "Poseidon and Sally need to know that their son has been taken."

Jason groaned and put his head in his hands, shaking them. "I can't. They'll hate me. I lost Percy."

Zeus took his son by the shoulders and stared him in the eye. "SON! This is the time where you need to be an Alpha! This is when you take charge! Percy is out there somewhere, and he's depending on you to bring him back. If you're angry that someone stole Percy form you, get him back. You don't want Poseidon to think you're a disappointment of a mate, prove to him you're not."

Jason heard his Father's words, and the truth they contained. His eyes glowed red and he growled. He nodded at his father, then bolted to the door. Before he opened it, he turned back and said, "At the head of Percy's bed, there's a strange scent. Touch and move nothing. It's there. The scent probably belongs to the person that took him. Gather the men and lead them in there one at a time to get the smell. Make sure scents don't mingle."

Zeus nodded and Jason left the house.

When Percy opened his eyes, he thought they were still closed. Because everything was still dark.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he tried to remember how he got here. And when he did, his heart froze with fear.

I was kidnapped.

He immediately curled his legs into his chest and wrapped them with his arms. But when he moved his hands, he felt a sting and heard something rattling against the floor.

These must be silver chains. There's no way I can break out of those.

Percy kept his hands still to avoid getting hurt; he had a feeling he's need all of his strength to endure this. He thought back to the voice that spoke to him before the darkness took over.

You're finally mine, Perseus Jackson.

Shivers ran down his back as he remembered it.

The door groaned open. Percy snapped his head towards it, trying to catch a glimpse of his captor. A long shadow approached the door, and a teenager stepped into the room.

He walked over to Percy. Percy locked his gaze on the boy.

He unlocked Percy's chains and grabbed his arm. "Walk silently in front of me. Ask zero questions."

Percy glared at the kid, but did as he said. If he was complaint, he could learn his way around the territory and find a way out.

But what did they want from him in the first place?

The teen led Percy around twists and corners; so many that he wasn't sure he could keep track of them all.

Finally, one of the hallways opened up to a cavernous space. Men covered every square inch of the walls, all armed.

In the center of the room, a large throne sat atop some stairs. In the corner of a room, an older boy was chained to the wall. Percy's eyes widened in horror. He was covered in bruises, and a bowl of water sat in front of him like he was some kind of pet.

"Perseus Jackson. I've heard so much about you."

It was the same voice. That cold, rough drawl that lingered in the back of Percy's mind. It was coming from the chair.

"Who are you, and what do you want with me?" Percy asked, putting steel into his words.

"Oh, that's a shame. You broke your promise. And so quickly, too. I'm sure Kurt over there told you not to ask any questions."

A figure shot out of the throne. In no time, Percy was doubled over clutching his stomach, gasping for breath as a man stood over him.

"How disobedient for an Omega." The man smirked.