Chasing His Scentless Mate Chapter 229 Never Wrong in Their Own Eyes

Marcus’s POV

Ti moves differently when you’re locked in the Alpha Council’s dungeons. Months feel like years when you’re confined to a cell all day, with just one pathetic hour of yard ti every other day. The only thing keeping sane are the monthly visits from my wife Selina. As annoying as she is, doing ti without visitors is unbearable.

Her first visit was a nightmare. She ca in raging about finding out I’d been sleeping with Linda. I had to work my charm overti, feeding her the usual story about being weak and seduced. Eventually she bought it, like she always does. Our entire marriage has followed this pattern - she discovers my affairs, throws a fit, then forgives after I promise it was aningless.

"Your son misses you," she told last ti, her eyes watery and accusing.

"Don’t bring him here again," I snapped. "This place isn’t for kids. Co for conjugal visits instead."

A man has his needs.

The public defender assigned to my case showed up once and never returned. I need a real lawyer to get out. I’ve been working on Selina, telling her to contact her cousin Caroline. That bitch married a powerful Alpha. She should be helping family now.

"Caroline won’t help," Selina whined. "She cut ties with our family completely." Useless woman. So I turned to the investigators instead.

I requested a eting with the head guard, saying I wanted to cooperate with Investigator Magnus. He took his ti showing up, but finally ca. I told him I knew plenty about Howard’s operation, including his hideouts, but I’d only talk if Caroline ca to see . So now I’m waiting, not entirely sure she’ll co.

Caroline Bennett... always so hot with that perfect body, but such a damn goody-two-shoes. Being a scentless wolf made her worthless for mating, only good for a quick fuck.

If she had been a normal wolf, I might have actually chosen her over Selina. After all, pack traditions ran deep; no respectable wolf married a scentless mate.

I thought maybe I could marry Selina and keep Caroline as a mistress. But she got pregnant with no clue who the father was. I was furious! I still thought I might have a chance to get her into my bed.

The thing is, I’ve always known who fathered her kid. After doing so dirty work for Howard involving Alpha Draven’s parents’ car, a private investigator ca snooping around Maplewood asking about a woman in a lavender dress with a silver-white mask from the masquerade ball. Howard quickly contacted , paying to derail the investigation.

I played along but had an interesting chat with the investigator, hinting that I could help. He revealed everything – he was looking for the woman who’d spent the night with Draven Thorne at the party. I imdiately recognized it was Caroline. The kid had to be Thorne’s. I planned to take that secret to my grave, using it as leverage soday. But they sohow connected the dots. Two more investigators ca to town afterward, and I purposely misled them.

When I discovered Caroline had left Blood Moon Pack and where she’d be working, I nearly lost it. There was a real chance she’d run into Draven and discover everything. I considered blackmailing her, but whenever she ca back to town, she was always with that nosy Eleanor. Such a ddling bitch!

I spotted them entering the market once and followed them, approaching Caroline the mont Eleanor stepped away. I was ready to make my move, tell her I knew her kid’s father and na my price, but Eleanor returned and caused a scene. I kept tracking Caroline around town, and the next day I saw her with Draven. He told her he was the kid’s father right in front of . My leverage vanished into thin air.

"Marcus! Over here," Guts called out as he walked across the yard. Guts runs the alcohol operation in this hellhole.

"What’s up?"

"Got fresh brew ready. Want in?" Guts fernts moonshine in his cell and sells it to inmates under the guards’ noses. I’ve been his loyal custor since day one. Selina sends cigarettes, the prison currency, and I trade them since I don’t smoke. But I definitely drink.

"Looking out for as always. Send a good batch to my cell. Sa price as before?" Guts nodded, and I handed over the cigarettes.

"Inmate Marcus. Co here." A guard called from the entrance. I walked over slowly. "Into the restraint area. Head guard wants to see you."

"During yard ti? What’s his problem?" I snapped. This bastard couldn’t wait an hour? Yard ti is the only freedom we get in this place.

"Not your personal assistant. Move it." The guard slapped cuffs on and perford a search so invasive he might as well have climbed inside . Strip, squat, cough – complete bullshit.

When I entered the head guard’s office, Investigator Magnus sat waiting.

"Investigator’s here to speak with you," the head guard grunted as I moved to sit down.

"Did I tell you to sit, inmate?" he barked. "Stay standing." Power-tripping asshole.

"Mr. Marcus," Magnus began, "Alpha Draven has agreed to et with you. But on my terms. You’ll remain handcuffed throughout, and if you cross any line, the eting ends imdiately. Clear?" Magnus was flexing his authority. The guy’s face showed years of tracking down wolves like .

"That’s fine, Investigator. Thank you," I replied with fake politeness. "May I ask sothing?"

"Ask whatever you want," he answered, and I felt hopeful. "Whether I answer is another matter." Smug bastard.

"Are those two won arrested with still locked up?" My cellmate warned Howard had abandoned everyone, even his own daughter. Strange behavior for such a calculating man.

"Yes. Why?"

"One’s Howard’s daughter and the other his mistress. He’s not helping either of them?" I found it bizarre.

"No. Yet here you are, protecting soone who won’t help his own flesh and blood." Magnus crossed his arms, studying .

"That’s cold," I muttered, mostly to myself. Maybe Howard wasn’t worth protecting after all.

"That’s all for now. You’ll be notified when everything’s arranged." Magnus dismissed with a wave.

"Take the inmate directly back to his cell," the head guard told my escort. "Yard ti’s almost over."

"Co on, there’s still ti left..." I protested.

"Would you prefer isolation, inmate?" he threatened.

"No sir. Sorry." I shut my mouth as they hauled back to my cell. This place is such bullshit.

Back in my cell, I announced to my three cellmates about Guts’s moonshine delivery. Everyone wanted in, paying per shot. I quickly doubled my investnt. When the booze arrived through our elaborate smuggling system, I drank until I couldn’t feel the walls closing in anymore.

Orion growled in my head. "You’re pathetic. You think Caroline will help you after what you did?"

"She married an Alpha," I shot back ntally. "She has power now. And I know things about Howard she’ll want to hear."

The next morning, guards yanked from my bunk at dawn. My head pounded from Guts’s brutal moonshine. When I demanded to know what was happening, they stayed silent until I was locked in the transport vehicle.

"Investigator’s orders. Taking you to et soone." The guard finally explained.

My spirits lifted despite my hangover. I was finally going to see Caroline. With her influence as Luna to Alpha Draven, she could get out of this hellhole. All I needed was to play my cards right and remind her how much we shared in the past.