"Alpha, I have sent emails of the sketches of all those people to all the packs that are in contact with us, requesting them to inform us of any information they have seen anywhere," Eliam said, to which Wylder nodded his head.
"Any update on the next auction?" Wylder asked, knowing he had a lot of connections with a lot of females in the pack.
"No. None of my girls have informed me about it. Moreover, after the drama that you had in the last auction, I doubt any auction would be done this soon because those bastards would have been on alert mode for sure."
"Hmm. How’s Breda? Any new information from those four other Omegas we had bought?"
"I have to check on her. I wonder why she is late when you have decreased her working hours. I wish I could get a chance to work eleven to five." Eliam muttered in a dreamy tone.
"First, get pregnant for that," Wylder said, throwing his pen at him, which he caught perfectly. "Or choose someone as your mate and get her pregnant." He added.
Hearing this, Eliam’s smile disappeared from his lips.
He was twenty-two now and had been searching for his mate for the past four years, but he hadn’t found her yet. He made sure to attend all the mating balls or grab any moment to travel to any pack in search of her, but the result was negative. That was a different thing; he had caught her scent once, very faintly. A scent that had invaded his senses for a while.
"I’m sorry, man. I didn’t mean to hurt you." Wylder apologized.
"I have to ask you something. I didn’t get to ask this before because that night you were in a very bad mood, and your mood remained bad for a month. So, I kind of ignore this fact, thinking that I might be being delusional." Eliam spoke.
"Sure. Go ahead."
"I once sensed an alluring scent coming from you." Wylder’s eyes widened upon hearing this. Last, he wanted to become his Gamma’s mate. "No. No. I’m not talking about you. Remember the night around one and a half years ago when you went to visit Tiara after two weeks of continuously working in the pack after the mating mall?"
Wylder nodded his head. How could he forget any moment with her?
"When you returned that night, there was a faint... a very faint scent of my mate around you," Eliam said, shocking Wylder. "You know that my grandmother was from the Dark Inhaler Pack, where the wolves were blessed with great smelling power. We could sense those faint scents that other werewolves couldn’t identify."
"Why didn’t you tell me about it that night?" Wylder asked him.
"Because Night was in control of your body. Later, you didn’t tell anyone of us the reason, but after that night, you didn’t visit Tiara for around one month. I hope you remember that night." Eliam asked, to which Wylder nodded his head, and before he would have asked another question, Wylder recalled the faces of all the people around him that day. "So, I want to ask..."
Wylder showed him his hand to keep quiet. "That day I came here in the morning for training for two hours. Did your wolf sense something at that moment?" He questioned.
"No. Not at the time. I smelt that scent at night."
"In that case, Uncle Brandon and Aunt Sophia are definitely not your mates." Wylder pointed out the way Eliam glared at him. Eliam had never met them, but he knew that they were a generation-old couple and also Tiara’s parents.
He decided to take revenge on him for making fun of him: "Also, I can bet that Tiara is not my mate because I remember her scent."
Wylder growled at him, shutting him down, on which he smirked.
"Cheeky bastard." Wylder hissed, and he kept grinning. "Now, I won’t tell you who the people were who were around me that day."
Eliam’s smirk disappeared at those words, "Alpha, please! I’m sorry. Please!!"
It was Wylder’s time to smirk. He recalled everything that happened from morning to night. After spending time with Sophia while preparing breakfast, he left for the coven to meet his so-called father.
After that, he returned to Tiara and didn’t leave her suite even for a second until the night.
‘So, someone from Coven is Eliam’s mate?' He concluded, but who?
Wylder had no idea whose scent Eliam picked up from him.
Guards? Or Zadok? Or… Circe?
His heart thudded when he realized only these people came anywhere in his personal space.
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#TBC