"You do know that asking help from witches and wizards without any related costs you something," Zadok said in a professional tone.
"What do you want?" Wylder asked in an alert tone. The last thing he wanted was to fall into their trap.
"Stay with me for two days. So that we can work on..."
"That’s not happening." Wylder shook his head, cutting him in between. He was well aware of his wife’s intention. She wanted to kill his lycan and turn him into a pure wizard so that he could be the next ruler of the coven.
"You do know that I can force you to do the things that I want if I want," Zadok said, raising an eyebrow. "But I really want you to take that step on your own, Wilfred."
"Anyways, come inside if you want to talk about something urgently," Zadok said. Wylder thought about it for a while and reluctantly agreed. "Don’t worry, we won’t try to kill your Lycan. Not after knowing that you are an Alpha now, because the werewolf king will surely find out what happened to you and then have our heads. It was easier when you were nobody."
"I wanted to ask..."
"Not here."
Wylder nodded his head and followed him. Night was fully awake and in alert mode, ready to take control if required.
'He is the stolen prince.'
‘He still has that dog part.' Night fumed in anger when he heard 'DOG'. He was a fucking Lycan and an Alpha.
‘Oracle had told him that his dog would be stronger than others, and if they couldn’t kill him at the time of his birth, then there is a big chance that they couldn’t kill him later.’
[If they will keep insulting me like this, I might break their neck]," Night growled in anger.
[Think about Ara’s pussy and stay quiet,] Wylder said, knowing how to tame his beast.
[Ah. About that, she let me fuck for the first time last time. Though it was short, I loved every second of it.] He purred like a love-sick puppy. But then he hated when someone called him a dog.
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"So, what is it?" Zadok asked, showing him the couch on which to sit. Wylder grabbed the place and looked around. It looked like they were between the clouds or the things were made in such a way that he was assuming they were here.
"You and your wife is pure wizard and witch. Then how do I have a Lycan?" Wylder asked. "Are you really my parents?" He asked the most stupid question that could come out of his mouth, observing the similarity between him and his father. The only difference between them was that Zadok had pure white hair and his eyes were a light shade of grey, almost like silver.
"I mean your wife... Is she really that woman who gave birth to me?" He asked next.
"She is your mother, Wilfred."
"But I don’t look anything like her. She is brunette and has amber eyes." He pointed it out. "My main question is, was someone from your family a werewolf in the past?" He asked directly, coming directly to the point.
"Someone was. But he wasn’t a werewolf; he belonged to a werewolf family. He wasn’t born with a wolf soul, but surprisingly, his offspring was a werewolf."
"Oh, and who was that person?"
"Ken Turner, the elder brother of Kennedy Turner Wayne, is from the Silver Moon Pack. He was mated to a royal witch."
‘Shit! Shit! Shit!’ Wylder cursed mentally, not expecting to hear this. Never did he dream of getting connected with Theodore and the Silver Moon Pack.
‘This world was damn too big, then why the hell did I connect to Ara’s ex-mate?' He complained mentally.
"Please tell me that I’m half werewolf because Ken Turner was from your ancestors, not from your wife," Wylder said nothing and received no response from his head.
He groaned when he realized that it was his so-called mother who was related to Ken Turner.
"But she is a pure witch and has no wolf soul. Was she born without a wolf soul or did she kill her wolf to become a full witch?" Wylder asked next and saw a young woman reaching near there with snacks and drinks.
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#TBC