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Daelor picks up on my silence, noticing how I continue to watch Dr. Leyric and his mother disappear. He waves a hand in front of my face, shaking me out of my daze.
“Are you alright?” he asks with concern. “Snap out of it.”
| blink a few times, trying to shake off the hollowness in my heart. Looking at him in defeat, I quietly suggest, “Let’s go.”
My wolf continues to whimper inside me, still uneasy from what just happened.
Daelor helps me into his upscale SUV, which bears the Nightshade Pack insignia. The moment we exit the hospital parking area, his phone starts to ring.
“Daelor speaking,” he answers, his voice carrying the weight of an Alpha.
*Alpha, this is Officer Harrison from territorial enforcement,” the caller says in a formal tone. “I have the details you requested regarding Alarion Riven’s recent calls.”
My attention sharpens, recalling Daelor’s earlier doubts about Alarion’s involvement.
“What did you uncover?” Daelor asks, his grip tightening on the wheel,
“Alarion Riven did place a call to our emergency line earlier today,” Harrison confirms. “His call was logged about fifteen minutes before yours. He reported a suspected kidnapping and asked for urgent help.”
I watch Daelor’s face as this news undermines his prior suspicions
“You’re positive about the times?” Daelor presses for confirmation.
“Absolutely, Alpha. The call records are precisely time–stamped.”
After the call ends, I expect Daelor to admit that Alarion is likely innocent, but he clings to his doubts.
“I don’t care–I’m still not convinced,” he insists, his stubbornness on full display!
His refusal to yield to the facts makes me laugh in spite of myself. My wolf reacts with a hint of mirth.
“You’re impossibly stubborn,” I tease him, “but honestly, I feel the same way.
Daelor drives me back to my place at Myrthale Residences. When I walk in, I find Aunt Betty and Uncle Rulian have completely rearranged the apartment.
The couch now sits wedged in a comer. Uncle Rulian perches on a stool, hammering curtain hooks into the ceiling.
“Aelira! Praise the moon goddess, you’re unharmed!” Aunt Betty hurries over, her wolf scent thick with relief.
Her hands flutter about nervously as she checks me for any wounds.
“We heard what transpired. That mad she–wolf Cyrinne might have killed you!
“I’m alright, just twisted my ankle,” I assure her. “Where’s Maria?”
Aunt Betty gestures proudly toward the master bedroom. “She’s lying down after everything that happened.”
I immediately pick up on something amiss. My wolf stirs restlessly beneath my skin as I head to the bedroom door.
The moment I step inside, my suspicions are confirmed. While I was away, Maria and Aunt Betty transferred all their things into the master bedroom.
Suitcases, clothing, and personal effects are strewn all over what used to be my bed. They’ve used my recent abduction as a chance to seize the larger room.
“What’s going on here?” I demand, my irritation growing.
Aunt Betty appears at my shoulder, her face contrite yet unwavering.
Aelira’s POV
Daelor picks up on my silence, noticing how I continue to watch Dr. Leyric and his mother disappear. He waves a hand in front of my face, shaking me out of my daze.
“Are you alright?” he asks with concern. “Snap out of it.”
I blink a few times, trying to shake off the hollowness in my heart. Looking at him in defeat, I quietly suggest, “Let’s go.”
My wolf continues to whimper inside me, still uneasy from what just happened.
Daelor helps me into his upscale SUV, which bears the Nightshade Pack insignia. The moment we exit the hospital parking area, his phone starts to ring.
“Daelor speaking,” he answers, his voice carrying the weight of an Alpha..
“Alpha, this is Officer Harrison from territorial enforcement,” the caller says in a formal tone. “I have the details you requested regarding Alarion Riven’s recent calls.”
My attention sharpens, recalling Daelor’s earlier doubts about Alarion’s involvement.
“What did you uncover?” Daelor asks, his grip tightening on the wheel.
“Alarion Riven did place a call to our emergency line earlier today,” Harrison confirms. “His call was logged about fifteen minutes before yours. He reported a suspected kidnapping and asked for urgent help.”
I watch Daelor’s face as this news undermines his prior suspicions.
“You’re positive about the times?” Daelor presses for confirmation.
“Absolutely, Alpha. The call records are precisely time stamped.”
After the call ends, I expect Daelor to admit that Alarion is likely innocent, but he clings to his doubts.
“I don’t care–I’m still not convinced,” he insists, his stubbornness on full display.
His refusal to yield to the facts makes me laugh in spite of myself. My wolf reacts with a hint of mirth.
“You’re impossibly stubborn,” I tease him, “but honestly, I feel the same way.”
Daelor drives me back to my place at Myrthale Residences. When I walk in, I find Aunt Betty and Uncle Rulian have completely rearranged the apartment.
The couch now sits wedged in a comer. Uncle Rulian perches on a stool, hammering curtain hooks into the ceiling.
“Aeliral Praise the moon goddess, you’re unharmed!” Aunt Betty hurries over, her wolf scent thick with relief.
Her hands flutter about nervously as she checks me for any wounds..
“We heard what transpired. That mad she–wolf Cyrinne might have killed you!”
“I’m alright, just twisted my ankle,” I assure her. “Where’s Maria?”
Aunt Betty gestures proudly toward the master bedroom. “She’s lying down after everything that happened.”
I immediately pick up on something amiss. My wolf stirs restlessly beneath my skin as I head to the bedroom door.
The moment I step inside, my suspicions are confirmed. While I was away, Maria and Aunt Betty transferred all thei into the master bedroom.
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Daclor picks up on my silence, noticing how I continue to watch Dr. Leyric and his mother disappear. He waves a hand in front of my face, shaking me out of my daze.
“Are you alright?” he asks with concern. “Snap out of it.”
I blink a few times, trying to shake off the hollowness in my heart. Looking at him in defeat, I quietly suggest, “Let’s go.”
My wolf continues to whimper inside me, still uneasy from what just happened.
Daelor helps me into his upscale SUV, which bears the Nightshade Pack insignia. The moment we exit the hospital parking area, his phone starts to ring.
“Daelor speaking,” he answers, his voice carrying the weight of an Alpha.
“Alpha, this is Officer Harrison‘ from territorial enforcement,” the caller says in a formal tone. “I have the details you requested regarding Alanon Riven’s recent calls.”
My attention sharpens, recalling Daelor’s earlier doubts about Alarion’s involvement.
“What did you uncover?” Daelor asks, his grip tightening on the wheel.
“Alarion Riven did place a call to our emergency line earlier today,” Harrison confirms. “His call was logged about fifteen minutes before yours. He reported a suspected kidnapping and asked for urgent help.”
I watch Daelor’s face as this news undermines his prior suspicions.
“You’re positive about the times?” Daelor presses for confirmation.
“Absolutely, Alpha. The call records are precisely time stamped.”
After the call ends, 1 expect Daelor to admit that Alarion is likely innocent, but he clings to his doubts.
“I don’t care–I’m still not convinced,” he insists, his stubbornness on full display.
His refusal to yield to the facts makes me laugh in spite of myself. My wolf reacts with a hint of mirth.
“You’re impossibly stubborn,” I tease him, “but honestly, I feel the same way.
Daelor drives me back to my place at Myrthale Residences. When I’walk in, I find Aunt Betty and Uncle Rulian have completely rearranged the apartment.
The couch now sits wedged in a comer Uncle Rulian perches on a stool, hammering curtain hooks into the ceiling.
“Aelira! Praise the moon goddess, you’re unharmed!” Aunt Betty hurries over, her wolf scent thick with relief.
Her hands flutter about nervously as she checks me for any wounds.
“We heard what transpired. That mad she–wolf Cyrinne might have killed you!”
“I’m alright, just twisted my ankle,” I assure her. “Where’s Maria?”
Aunt Betty gestures proudly toward the master bedroom. “She’s lying down after everything that happened.”
I immediately pick up on something amiss. My wolf stirs restlessly beneath my skin as I head to the bedroom door.
The moment I step inside, my suspicions are confirmed. While I was away, Maria and Aunt Betty transferred all their things into the master bedroom.
Suitcases, clothing, and personal effects are strewn all over what used to be my bed. They’ve used my recent abduction as a chance to seize the larger room.
“What’s going on here?” I demand, my irritation growing.
Aunt Betty appears at my shoulder, her face contrite yet unwavering.
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“Well, since the master bedroom offers so much more space, it’s ideal for two people to share,” she states logically. “The smaller room suits a single person just fine.”
Glancing around, I see my belongings have already been moved into the smaller room. There was no discussion–this decision is final.
“You relocated my things without asking?” Disbelief colors my voice.
Their audacity leaves me powerless, and my wolf bristles with outrage.
Just then, Daelor, who has been quietly watching with his commanding Alpha presence, chooses to intervene.
“I was just considering Maria’s job prospects,” he remarks lightly. “Through my contacts, I could get her a clerk position at the Territorial Development Commission.”
Instantly, Aunt Betty’s demeanor shifts. Her wolf scent spikes with excitement as she turns to him eagerly.
“The Territorial Development Commission?” she echoes, clearly delighted. “That’s a government post!”
Her eyes brighten with understanding. In werewolf communities, government jobs are highly prized–stable positions with lasting benefits.
“It provides steady employment and generous benefits,” Daelor affirms. “But there is one thing to consider.”
Aunt Betty leans in, anticipation on her face. “What is it?”
“The office is located quite a distance away,” Daelor clarifies, sounding thoughtful “Roughly forty to fifty kilometers out, in the southern districts.”
Watching them, I feel my admiration for Daelor’s cunning grow. His silver–gray eyes glint with satisfaction at his own maneuvering.
When Aunt Betty’s expression dims at the mention of distance, Daelor smoothly presents a solution.
“Of course, if commuting turns out to be an issue, I can arrange pack housing for your whole family near the job site.”
He offers this with the effortless authority of an Alpha, though I catch the purpose in his words.
Aunt Betty’s excitement surges. Her wolf scent almost vibrates with happiness.
“Pack housing? Close to a government office? This is wonderful
Uncle Rulian pauses his work and joins the conversation, equally pleased.
The following morning, Aunt Betty, Uncle Rulian, and Maria head out early to see the new workplace. Their wolves radiate eagerness about this fresh prospect.
By the afternoon, they return glowing with satisfaction. Professional movers are already scheduled to pick up their things the next day
“Everything worked out perfectly!” Aunt Betty exclaims with a broad smile. “Maria starts next Monday, and our new place is beautiful
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As I watch them rejoice, I become aware of how much I owe Daelor. This new favor simply adds to the long list of debts I already carry.
With reluctant acceptance, I think, “When your obligations are numerous, one extra doesn’t really matter.”
My existing debts to him are so great that another favor hardly changes the picture. Still, my wolf shifts uneasily, sensing the increasing burden.
After two days of rest, my ankle recovers enough for me to walk, though a slight limp remains. My wolf’s healing powers are steadily repairing the injury.
Upon arriving at Daelor’s herbal remedy business, my coworkers immediately surround me, their faces full of concern.
The mingled scents of the pack fill the space, carrying hints of anxiety and comfort.
“Aelira! How are you doing?” Willy, a senior herbalist, asks. “We’ve all been so concerned!”
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“Are you sure you should even be here so soon?” another colleague interjects, their voice protective.
I raise my hands to quiet their worries, touched by their kindness.
“Please, everyone, it’s just a sprain–no broken bones,” I assure them. “I’m already feeling much better.”
A few teammates urge me to delay my development work, but I insist
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“My ankle’s injured, not my hands,” I quip, prompting laughter and easing the group’s anxiety.
Jastor Halden, who’s been watching nearby with a tight expression, finally steps up. The scent of his wolf’s protectiveness Is unmistakable.
“You’re still being stubborn, even with your injury,” he chides gently, his tone both firm and caring. “Healing should be your
top priority.”
Despite his concem, the development project runs efficiently with Jastor overseeing things. Thanks to his skill, everything moves forward smoothly.
A process that usually requires half a month is finished in just ten days. Our products pass the client’s inspection with outstanding results.
Since this is the company’s inaugural large project, such a seamless finish is cause for celebration.
Because Daelor owns the business, I feel it’s important to let him know about our plans to celebrate.
I knock on his office door and step inside, finding him seated at his desk, hands folded in a businesslike manner.
“The project is a complete success,” I tell him, my voice filled with pride. “The team wants to mark our first major achievement.”
Daelor’s face brightens with a genuine smile.
“After all the effort everyone’s put in, a simple dinner hardly seems enough,” he responds thoughtfully. “I’ll have finance arrange bonuses for the whole team.”
Hearing about the bonuses, I can’t help but break into a wide smile. The team will be overjoyed.
“Does that make you happy too?” he asks, clearly amused by my reaction.
My grin grows as I nod eagerly. “Everyone’s going to be thrilled!!
“Where do you plan to hold the celebration dinner?” Daelor asks, opening a desk drawer.
He produces a sleek, black card that immediately catches my attention. It’sa VIC membership card, famous among luxury
venues.
Rumor has it that only those who spend millions each year can acquire one.
“All expenses tonight go on this account,” he instructs, sliding the card to me. “Make sure it’s a celebration everyone remembers.”
That night, our team gathers for dinner at Golden Lake Hotel, renowned as one of the most luxurious spots in the Northern Territory,
The hotel is designed specifically for affluent werewolf guests, boasting lavish décor and impressive lighting. In the lobby. countless crystal wine glasses hang from above, scattering dazzling reflections from the moonstone chandeliers overhead.
With more than twenty colleagues in attendance, I’ve booked their largest private suite, complete with a full range of entertainment options.
While we wait for the venison steaks to arrive, my coworkers disperse to explore the different amusements available. Their wolves appear perfectly at ease, basking in the opulence.
I step out of the private suite to call Daelor on my cellphone, as he still hasn’t shown up. As I do, someone calls out my name from behind.
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“Aelira?”
Spinning around, I spot a tall figure regarding me with wide, familiar eyes.
It’s Alarion, unexpectedly present at the same location. Even from afar, his Alpha scent is instantly recognizable.
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