(Author’s POV)
Astonished by Yona’s choice of words, Dion assented along with her claims. He stood still and made a face as if he was contemplating about her allegations seriously.
Seeing the sudden change in Dion’s deanor, Yona beca more bold and whispered near Dion’s ear, "Alpha Dion, think about it. How can sothing like this happen to one of the Lycan Alpha Prince under the pack’s nose? It even happened near the pack house which is protected and shielded by powerful pack mbers. Nothing of this sort has ever happened. But~"
Dion turned and faced her, grabbing Yona’s neck with one hand and caressing it with his thumb carefully. Tracing the marks he has implicated on her slender skin, he murmured in a deep and heavy tone, "But? Do you have soone, you suspect?"
Yona touched Dion’s chest flirtatiously, feigning innocence outside, but inwardly she was smirking sinisterly, "Alpha Dion, I don’t doubt anyone. How can a re oga like say sothing bad about the honored guest of our pack?"
Dion gave her a genuine smile, patting her head and ruffling her hair softly, he comnted in a sweet and charming voice, "You are not just a re oga, Yona. You are the qualified and dignified assistant of the head of ogas, who serve us diligently. Tell , all about what you know and think, hmmm?"
Drey was puking inside; he was irked by Dion’s behavior.
Yona smiled shyly and stared at him with a loving look, "I don’t wanted to say this Alpha Dion, but don’t you find anything weird about princess’s friend? Yes, she seems to be a very sweet and kind human, I also thought that. But haven’t you noticed, ever since she ca to the pack house, strange things have happened. She denies to any of your kind gestures at first but then she accepts it anyway. Isn’t that just pretending to be self-esteed?"
"Hmmmm, you make sense, go on" Dion encouraged her even more.
Yona’s eyes held a glinting spark as she continued with her theory, "I think she’s playing her field according to the stick and carrot thod. Even when My King and Luna announced her as their goddess daughter, she pretended to be stunned but still got along with it. And also, she is trying to wrap all our Lycan Princes under her fingers. I know you like her Alpha Dion but I need to tell you this. The night of the party, after that announcent was made, she disappeared from the gathering for quite a long ti and was flirting and seducing with the King’s heir. Lecce saw it with her own eyes."
Dion’s actions halted in the middle, her words making his eyes narrow, "She was even flirting with Alaric? That’s quite bold of her. But Alaric hates human, how can she be able to seduce him? He doesn’t even let any human near him."
Yona remarked, "Yes, you are right Alpha Dion. Our Lycan Heir didn’t fell for her seduction, even a bit. That is why; he was so angry and disoriented the next day, on the breakfast table, rember? He must have felt sothing repulsive, don’t you agree?"
Dion nodded at her words in agreent, "Ummm, you are right Yona. I thought, she was an innocent human and just wanted to have so fun with her but she turns out to be like other girls. That is just gross. Yona, do one thing for , will you? As soon as you find other abnormalities, do let know, hmm?" Dion carved her jaw line with his fingertips. "Co let see. Ohhhhhhh shhhessh, it must have hurt you a lot. I shouldn’t have done that to you." He made Yona sit on the couch and was checking up on her injury.
Yona licked her lips coyly, "It is not your fault, Alpha Dion. You were right in suspecting . How can I complain anything about your care for your family mbers?"
Dion hugged her close as he made an annoyed facial expression, "You are so understanding Yona. That is why you are my favorite, you know."
Yona embraced him, burying her face in his chest. The next second, she tried to unbutton his shirt but Dion stopped her midway, his hands holding hers firmly, "You should treat your neck wounds first or they will leave a mark on you, umm. I don’t want my people to have an ugly mark on them, okay. Go tend to them."
Yona was reluctant to let go of him just yet but had to compromise. She kissed Dion’s cheek in a loving gesture, stood up, bowed to him and left his room, humming a tune.
As soon as the door closed, the flirtatious smile on Dion’s face shifted to a vexed expression. He went inside the bathroom and started rubbing his face harshly, scratching on it. Her peck was aggravated for him.
Drey questioned him, "What are you planning?"
Dion looked at his reflection in the mirror, his eyebrows and nose each had a water droplet hanging from it, his face glistening from dampness. A devilish smile creeped onto his lips red lips, "You will see? The fish has already taken the bait. She is definitely going to make a move."
Drey rumbled, "That lowlife, I never liked her presence. She is creepy and just doesn’t know her place. The way she was talking about our mate, I was about to rip off that cunts head from her body."
"Patience, Drey. We have waited for quite a while, now everything is set. We just have to play our cards right." Dion cald his wolf down.
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Deep into the night, no one in the mansion slept a wink. Sara was sitting beside Brave, tending to him like a loving mother. Noah tried to make her get so rest, "You have been busy all day with the poisoning case, than that Clinton family and now with Brave. You must be exhausted sweetheart. There are attendants here to take care of Brave. When Brave wakes up and sees you so tired and sick, he will be heartbroken."
Sara’s eyes which were dry by now were once again filled with unshed tears. "Noah, anything could have happened to our son today. I will never forget and forgive the one who tried to harm my Brave. As soon as I know who is behind all this, they will have to pay it with their lives.
The pure agony in her usual calm tone was heart piercing. She then continued, shifting the topic, "Honey, what if what Nora heard was right. What if Myra really is Brave’s second chance mate, what will happen then? From tonight’s incident alone, I am sure she must have been scared and even will feel repulsive."
Noah sighed heavily at her words, settling beside Sara, he comnted, "I don’t think Ms. Miracle is Brave’s mate. And if by chance, if she really is, though it is almost impossible. Then a bigger storm is awaiting us all." The couple tensed up.
It was four in the morning and Nora was sleeping on a chair holding Myra’s hand all night. Alaric, who was standing outside Myra’s room, entered with silent steps. He stood at the foot of her bed and looked at the tranquil figure of Myra; his emotions were filled with complexity.
The flicker of light from the bedside table lamp was carving her facial features beautifully, as a serene glow settled on her right cheek. The recollection of the images, of her scared figure haunted Alex dreadfully, he was complaining, "Our mate was so scared and frightened by Raw. Now she will think every other wolf is like that. But, I will never hurt her, my mate."
Alaric made a smothering expression, "Alex, Brave called this human, his mate. You know a person cannot have two fated mates at a sa ti? I don’t think she is that simple and unknowing. It can only be sorcery that she turned out to be my as well as my twins mate. Do you rember when we first t her, we had physical contact with her but we never felt the mate bond, then? It was only at the night of Nora and Elio’s birthday banquet that you~, that you called her that Bain word."
"I don’t know, what’s right and what’s wrong, but what I am feeling right now is that SHE IS OUR FATED BOND." Alex was stubborn in his claim.
"What if she turns out to be an imposter?" Alaric put a difficult question for him.
Alex paused for a long while, he grunted as he answered, "If she really turns out to be a scamr, I won’t hesitate and teach her a lesson so crude and make an example out of her", every word was enunciated with firmness and will.
Satisfied by his answer Alaric grinned, "It’s a deal then."
Soon, dawn broke out and the sun rose in the horizon. The chirpings of vibrant and colorful birds greeting the gloomy pack house warmly.
To Be Continued . . . . . . . .
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