(Author’s POV)
Dion returned to the pack house the next day. He had stayed the night in his other place where he got busy making another portrait of Myra and talking to her.
This ti he made the painting with an angry and upset Myra in mind and just like the first portrait had told him, this one reacted according to the mood of the painting. The painting didn’t call him as Master but a spoilt brat. It just reacted the way Myra did when he called her his mate the very first ti.
He wasn’t the least bit upset about how it ca of instead he was thrilled and thought he had hit a jackpot, with such a great ability. But he was cautious as well and didn’t wanted to overdo it.
Dion entered leisurely inside the mansion. Yona has been waiting for him since yesterday. She was getting antsy and had been having a foreboding feeling ever since her last conversation with Dion. Ever since Myra’s departure Dion has resud his night activities and has hardly stayed at the packhouse.
Those n she had sent for Myra had also disappeared so she was in a bind. One of the rogue king’s trusted n had been contacting her but she had answered any of his calls because what will she even tell them. Things have been chaotic lately.
When she saw Dion, who visibly was in a more relaxed and happy mood she chewed on her lips and walked towards him with a glass of lemon and mint water, "Young Alpha, here."
He gave her a casual once over, took the glass and then shifted his gaze to the other side, settling himself on the couch. The elevator door opened and Elio walked with dark circles under his eyes and ssy hair.
Dion looked at him and comnted, "Did you not sleep last night?"
"Couldn’t .... Have you just returned ho?" Elio rubbed his sleepy eyes and inquired.
Most of the ti, Dion would spend the nights outside the packhouse. This has been a pattern since he ca of age. Out of seven days, he would spend five of it partying outside or banging so girl. At least, that’s what everyone perceived him as.
They were aware that he had a separate house but thought that he was just fooling around there. It was common amongst werewolves or beings like them to get intimate with the opposite sex as long as it is consensual and the other person doesn’t have any other mate.
Dion was the black sheep of the family and mostly showed a laid-back side to everyone else. No one was aware of his true personality. He didn’t corrected anyway instead he enjoyed this scenario a lot.
Noah and Sara used to push him to get serious in life and act responsible but after a series of events they gave up and made it clear to him that, he was more or less out of contention for the heir apparent position. Dion wasn’t the one to care for it either. He just wanted that.
Being a Lycan heir ant a lot of pack stuff would be shoved towards him and that would hinder his lifestyle so he himself never showed any interest in being the next heir. Though, on Noah’s strict orders, he had to participate in company matters and learn the basics.
When Yona saw Elio, she asked, her voice extrely polite, "Young master Elio, should I bring anything to you?" She bead at him.
Elio didn’t even look her way and just declined point blank, "No need. You may resu your duties."
Yona pursed her lips and stood rooted for a whole minute. When she saw Dion wasn’t even paying attention to her, she made her way back to the kitchen with an ugly expression.
Elio asked Dion, wrinkling his nose, "Why do you even keep her close? This girl gives an eerie vibe, you know. She is bad news."
"She’s pretty and knows her job. You are too naïve to understand," Dion left it that. He had put tails behind Yona Brown but no one knew about it as well.
Elio made a weird face, "Whatever. But better let her know her place. She is too noisy to my liking. I don’t like her at all," he warned Dion. His voice all serious.
Elio knew Dion favored Yona. He had seen Yona enter Dion’s room late at night. It was not like Dion was tutoring her late in the night. That girl was greedy and he could she it in her eyes, how she lusted over the Everests brothers.
Dion changed the topic, "So, what’s the update on Brave’s health?"
"Mm~hmm, I don’t know why. His vitals are all normal and blood pressure is fine too. It just seems like he is in a deep slumber. Maybe, this is happening because of his wolf, Raw. He was asleep for too long as well. Dr. Andrews is preparing so tests to know the exact reason," Elio explained with an exhausted breath.
Elio had been up most of the night after sending Lana to rest. The little sleep he got was while he was sitting on the couch watching after Brave.
Ever since that heart attack episode, he had been on the edge and hardly left Brave’s side.
"And what about those boors? Did they find anything or are they just loafing around?" Dion ntioned casually. He was talking about Maximus Corbin and Clent Sanders.
"They are still staying at the packhouse though they are not here right now. They have gone to so pack eting and will returned by evening," Elio conveyed.
"Ohhhhhhh, thank my dear moon goddess, finally so relief. Otherwise, those oldies were giving headache with there death stares and an comnts," Dion sighed dramatically.
A voice interrupted their conversation, "One oldie is still here, young Alpha Dion. Hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable?"
Both Dion and Elio were caught off guard and looked back at the source of the voice. Eleanor was standing along with Sara and Alaric.
Sara reprimanded him, "Dion Everests, what are you babbling about in the morning? And where were you? You didn’t co ho last night as well."
Dion got up and strode over to the ladies. He greeted Eleanor with a kiss on her cheeks and said, "Elder Moore, how can you be considered an oldie. You are look young enough to be my sister." He praised her to the nines.
Eleanor laughed at his complints as patted his shoulder, "You never change."
Dion and then turned his gaze towards Sara who was visibly angry by his conduct. He hugged her and said, "I was working on so personal stuff, mother. I am sorry."
Sara knew he was just trying to coax her. His personal stuff mostly was related to bedding unknown girls. She did not like this habit of Dion. And until and unless everything was consensual, she couldn’t say much to an adult werewolf.
They all settled on the couch and talked about Moon Shine Pack’s progress and their personal lives.
"So, how is your company fairing young Alpha Alaric?" Eleanor inquired.
"Business has been good and keeping busy. But it is fairing alright," Alaric answered politely. He wasn’t too close to Eleanor to discuss business matters with her.
His mind was also preoccupied as he kept looking at his screen every now and then. He had hired soone to get DNA samples from Clinton family. But it wasn’t easy and he couldn’t alert them by doing anything suspicious so he had to wait for the perfect ti.
Clinton family had two daughters and a son. Vienna Clinton was the eldest child. Lucas Clinton was the middle child and the youngest was nad Alia Clinton.
They suspected Myra to be Alia Clinton’s lost child as she was a mirror image of her.
But the real problem was, Alia Clinton hasn’t been seen for eighteen years ago.
When she got to know that her child was trafficked, she went crazy and the whole Clinton family cursed and chewed the Everests out in the open.
That is why the Everests were so tolerant of Vienna’s rude behavior and never said anything back to her. They always felt guilty towards the Clinton’s and wanted to make thinks right.
Alia’s child’s father was not in the picture, at least that’s what they know. So, all in all it was a very tricky situation.
With Alia’s disappearance and unknown father, getting a DNA sample was a hassle.
And they cannot ask the Clinton’s directly. They wanted to be sure about Myra’s identity and didn’t want to give them false hope.
Alaric was visibly distracted and didn’t follow the ongoing conversation. Sara has been calling out to him but he didn’t react.
"Bro ...," Elio called out loudly as he flinched.
"Uhhh~ .... yes," Alaric shifted his gaze to look at Elio and that’s when he saw everyone in the room was looking at him.
Both Sara and Eleanor said, "We have been calling you? Where is your mind lost?"
To Be Continued . . . . . . .
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