Rael~
I scoffed in my head, thinking he was just making a big deal out of nothing. I was going to marry Evelyn anyway, so what did it matter if I called her my wife now or later?
Besides, I’d already proposed to her not long ago.
"If by ’propose’ you an asking her while she was half-dead and bleeding out, then I hope she says no," my wolf snapped. "How could you even think of proposing with a ring made out of tree roots?!"
"That’s sothing only a broke man would do! You should’ve done better!" He scolded so hard my head started to spin.
Sotis, I really couldn’t understand him. Just a mont ago, he sounded like he was against the whole idea of marriage, and now here he was, yelling at for giving Evelyn a ring made of vines.
I snapped back, "It was an ergency! If I had known I’d propose that soon, I would’ve prepared a proper ring ahead of ti!"
But he kept scolding . "Exactly! That’s why I told you to buy one for your future wife ages ago, but you never listened!"
Honestly, the way he acted, you’d think he was the one dying to get married, not . But this ti, I didn’t argue because as much as it annoyed , he was right about the ring.
Still, that didn’t an I was completely wrong either.
I really thought I’d never have a mate. The Moon Goddess never gave a na, never sent a sign, never whispered anything to like she did with others.
While most werewolves t their mates around the age of nineteen, I was already thirty-four by the ti I found mine.
Anyone else in my shoes would’ve accepted they were going to end up as a grumpy old man who spent his days gardening and sulking every ti a cute couple walked by.
Who would’ve thought the Moon Goddess would suddenly say my mate was in Valedorn Kingdom?
I clicked my tongue just thinking about that trashy place.
Out of all the places in this entire continent, why did she have to be there?
But ... Here’s the weird part: Even though Evelyn was living there, she didn’t seem like a local.
Just as I was deep in thought, soone suddenly jumped over the fence into my backyard. If I hadn’t recognized those footsteps, I might’ve ripped them apart before realizing who it was.
"Alpha, you called for ?" Marek walked toward as if nothing had happened, his face finally visible in the moonlight. "I just got back from cleaning up her blood."
"I did," I said. "But seriously, can’t you co in through the front door like a normal person? This is what, the fifth ti you’ve broken into my house? You’re making it seem like bandits could break in just as easily."
I rubbed my temples and muttered, "Maybe I should install spiked fences."
Marek chuckled. "You don’t even keep anything valuable in your house. Why would a bandit waste their ti breaking in?"
I rolled my eyes. "It’s called being cautious. What kind of idiot keeps their gold and precious things inside their house?"
Without waiting for an answer, I changed the subject. "Anyway, about what I asked, were you able to track down where my mate ca from?"
He shook his head. "Forgive , Alpha. But this ti ... I couldn’t find anything about her pack or her background."
That caught off guard.
It was very unlike Marek to fail at tracking soone so quickly.
Out of all the werewolves in my pack, he had the sharpest nose. He could usually track soone down easily with just their scent.
Just from soone’s scent alone, he could usually figure out their pack, their background, and even how often they bathed—alright, maybe that last part wasn’t really relevant—but this was the first ti he had ever failed to do it.
"I’ve got a feeling ... she’s not from this continent," Marek said, his brow furrowed in thought. "I’ll keep looking, but it’s going to take longer than usual."
I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck, frustration prickling beneath my skin. "Alright. Take whatever ti you need."
There was a short pause before I asked again, "What about the scent blockade? Did you make sure everyone’s maintaining it? I don’t want any outside werewolves catching even a whiff of us."
Marek nodded. "Yes, Alpha. Everyone’s following protocol. The barrier is up, and the guards are reinforcing it every few hours."
"Good," I said.
The Nocthra Pack never stayed in one place for too long. We constantly moved from one territory to another to avoid predators, like rogue werewolves, vampires, and even larger packs who wanted to force us into submission.
It was the only way we could live freely, without chains or laws that didn’t belong to us.
My father, the forr Alpha of Nocthra, had accidentally discovered a strange kind of stone buried at the bottom of a river. When crushed into a fine powder and mixed into lotion, it had an incredible effect: it completely erased our scent.
Once we sared it all over our bodies, it was as if we vanished from the world. No one could track us, not even the most skilled hunters.
It was a miracle for our kind. Sothing sacred that we never shared that knowledge with outsiders, not even trusted allies, because if it ever fell into the wrong hands, it could destroy us all.
But even that miracle had a flaw. The scent-blocking lotion didn’t work on mates.
That was the one thing it couldn’t hide from since the bond between fated mates was too deep, sothing beyond the physical. It wasn’t just scent they followed, but it was our soul.
Even if we bathed in that lotion, even if we wiped every trace of our existence from the earth, it wouldn’t matter. A mate would still find us, like a compass that always pointed ho.
But I didn’t worry too much about that, since every werewolf in this pack had already brought their mate here. That ant all of them were allies.
Everything had gone smoothly for years. But suddenly, I had this strange feeling, like sothing wasn’t right.
I had asked Isa to apply the lotion on Evelyn’s body as well, but still, I couldn’t shake the worry that that bastard might be able to track her.
"Hey, Marek," I said in a more relaxed tone, hoping to speak to him more like a friend than an Alpha. "Do you think it makes sense ... for a Luna to have two Alphas at once?"
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