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“Why didn’t you go to the girl last night? Lucien and Claude had their fun, but we didn’t. All we did was babysit that lesbian,” Draziel complained for the sixth time in my head, his voice dragging me into a daze. I didn’t respond, my fingers idly skimming over the pages of the book I was reading.
Draziel usually stayed silent, a wolf who rarely spoke, but since last night he had been relentless, angry, growling, frustrated that I hadn’t taken Lilith to bed like my brothers.
He wanted her, and I wanted her just as much. Seeing her in nothing but Claude’s shirt, her scent dripping with sex was enough to make Lucien lose control and enough to make me almost do the same. But I didn’t.
Not because I didn’t want to, but someone had to watch Verya. Otherwise, there was no doubt she would sneak back into the she-wolf’s room and cause trouble. 1
That wasn’t the main concern, though. The bigger issue was that if she did that while Lucien was with Lilith, he wouldn’t hesitate to end her life on a whim unlike Claude, who had only been joking when he strangled her last night.
If Claude truly wanted to kill Verya, she would have been dead in the blink of an eye, long before we arrived.
But that couldn’t happen.
We needed Verya.
Which was why we were entertaining her in our study, the one my brothers and I shared for meetings like this. Lucien and Claude sat not far from me, while across from us, Verya lounged lazily in her chair, a grin tugging at her lips as she swirled a glass of wine. Her hair fell carelessly across her face, legs propped on the table, her voice echoing through the room.
“I want the girl. Can’t I have her? No wonder you tried to hide her from me, she’s really pretty, curvy. Exactly my type,” she said with a low chuckle.
No one answered. We ignored her like she wasn’t even there.
From the corner of my eye, I caught Claude slouched in his chair, eyes shut, dozing off after the beating Lucien had given him this morning.
Meanwhile, Lucien’s gaze stayed locked on her, a cigar between his fingers, cold eyes narrowing, expression blank but sharp.
Watching him, the corner of my lips twitched into a humorless smirk, my fingers pausing on the page.
Lucien was angry, even if he didn’t show it outright.
My brothers were like open books, I could read them with ease. The moment Lucien chose to stay in Lilith’s room yesterday, I knew he had done it thinking he would grow bored of her if he slept with her again.
But the fact that he’d spent the entire night there and only stepped out in the morning in a foul mood made it clear, he was still drawn to her.
It was almost amusing.
A low scoff slipped from me as I leaned back in my seat, resting my head on one hand, my eyes dropping back to the book I’d gotten from the she-wolf, already halfway through. As I read on, Verya’s voice cut through again- persistent, eager, loud.
“Is she really that special to you guys?” she pressed, and I could practically picture the wider grin stretching her
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lips. “I mean, you’re known for sleeping with different women every day and tossing them aside like they’re nothing. Especially with that ritual of yours, you only fuck them to find your mate, don’t you?”
As my eyes skimmed the page, I caught her from the corner of my eye, rising from her seat, bottle in hand, pouring more wine before stepping forward, her movements slow, deliberate.
“And I asked around this morning,” she went on, stopping in the middle of the room. Her fingers slid through her hair, brushing strands aside as she added,
“Turns out that girl is the daughter of your father’s beta, the one who died in the war against the rogues.” She tilted her head with a smirk. “But more importantly, I heard she’s wolfless. Which means there’s no way she could be your mate, right? So why keep the wolfless girl? Why not hand her over to me, since it’s obvious you’ve already had your fun?”
Her tone was almost curious as her gaze flicked between my brothers and me. But once again, she was met with silence.
This time, though, Claude, eyes still shut let out a loud snort on purpose, but Verya didn’t seem fazed in the slightest.
Instead, her attention shifted to me. In the blink of an eye, she was suddenly right in front of me, palms pressed against the desk as she leaned in, her face only inches from mine, her voice dropping to a low, teasing purr.
“Don’t you need my help, Silas? I came here debating whether I should lend you a hand since you asked so nicely, yet here you are, being a terrible host and refusing to give me what I want.”
She leaned closer.
“I want the girl, I really do. Can’t you give her to me? Hm?” 1
This time, a hint of desperation slipped into her tone, her aura thickening.
For a moment, I didn’t answer. The ticking of the clock filled the silence as my eyes traced the last words on the page. Only after flipping to the next did I finally lift my head, my gaze settling on her.
I tilted my head slightly as I studied her, my eyes narrowing
Verya was indeed a powerful Alpha, the leader of one of the three strongest packs. With her strength, she could rival many others, but against my brothers and me, she was no match. Still, the reason I needed her wasn’t her strength.
It was her brain.
She was clever. Connected. She could dig up information on anyone, anywhere, especially the kind we needed.
But after the death of her Luna, she had changed, drowning herself in the arms of women to numb her pain.
And more than anything, the reason I knew Verya would be drawn to Lilith, why she was this desperate, was because Lilith looked like her late Luna.
Blond hair, Green eyes.
They were almost identical.
If it had been anyone else, I wouldn’t have minded handing her over to Verya to get her to keep quiet. But for some
reason…
“It’s not possible, Verya. That girl is a maid here, not an escort. If you want another woman who looks like her, I’ll find one. But…” my gaze darkened as it locked on her. “hat girl is off-limits.”
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I repeated the same thing I had told her yesterday, my tone cold, expression blank.
Yet Verya’s smile didn’t falter in the slightest, as if she hadn’t heard me. Her eyes narrowed, calculating, muttering under her breath.
“That girl is really special, isn’t she?” she murmured, more to herself, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. “I don’t want anyone else, Silas. I want her. She has a very unique and addictive scent.” She tilted her head slightly. “One that keeps drawing me toward her, tempting me to have a taste…” Her eyes glistened as she flicked her tongue over her bottom lip. “Almost like that of a breeder. You know, the ones who are irresistible to us.”
The corners of my lips twitched into a frown at her words.
Breeders.
Those were female werewolves, rare and gifted by the goddess to bear stronger pups than normal she-wolves but it was more of a curse than a blessing. They carried intoxicating, addictive scents that drew Alphas in at first glance. Most Alphas sought them for breeding, which was why many breeders were kidnapped and sold at high prices.
Yet it wasn’t possible for Lilith to be a breeder; she lacked a wolf.
Before I could respond, Claude’s lazy, drawn-out voice cut through the room, snapping everyone’s attention to him.
“Oh my goodness, are we still on this topic?” he drawled. I turned to see him still slouched, head resting against the seat, eyes now open and fixed on Verya with a dramatic eye roll. Blond hair fell messily around his face as he lazily pointed a finger at her. 1
“You’ve been repeating the same thing, Verya, and the answer still stands. The she-wolf is off-limits. You can’t have her. End of story,” he said with a huff, his gaze flickering to me as he yawned.
“Also,” he added, stretching, voice dry, “what are we still doing here, brother? You said there was an important meeting, but we haven’t gotten anywhere. If there’s nothing to do, I’d rather be doing something…” He paused, the corner of his lips curving into a slow smirk. “A lot more fun than this. This is so boring. Can I leave?” 1
For a moment, I didn’t respond, my expression deadpan, though the urge to smack him on the head burned inside me. If Claude hadn’t gone to Lilith like we told him, we wouldn’t even be in this mess. Verya wouldn’t have known Lilith existed.
Tsk… troublemaker.
When Claude saw my expression, he turned to Lucien, hopeful that he would agree with him but Lucien didn’t spare him a glance. He exhaled a puff of smoke, eyes vacant, as though unaware of anything.
I sighed, rubbing my brows with frustration at how badly the situation had spiraled. Claude and Lucien didn’t seem to care whether Verya agreed to help, they probably thought she wasn’t useful. 1
I glanced at Verya. Her smile didn’t waver as she looked at Claude, who just shrugged and closed his eyes to go back to sleep.
Just as I decided to speak, to offer another option to Verya, he finally spoke. Leaning away from the desk, she stood tall, holding her glass to her lips as she chuckled.
“I see… well, that is sad,” she hummed. I watched as she walked back to her seat, propped her legs on the table, and leaned back with a smirk, her gaze trained on my brothers and me, who barely paid her any attention.
I was about to close the book in my hand, thinking she had given up, and would focus on what really mattered. She spoke again, only this time, the moment her words left her lips, everything seemed to freeze.
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“And here I am, about to tell you some good news… I have new intel on Verek, the leader of the rogues, the man you’ve been searching for these past two years.”
As soon as she said this, the air shifted. The book in my hand slipped to the ground. Claude’s eyes snapped open, his expression hardening, and Lucien’s gaze locked on Verya, narrowing as he stared at her.
Almost instantly, Verya’s smile widened. She drained the wine in her glass before resting her head on her hand.
“But then again… I suppose this information is now off-limits,” she murmured, a teasing glint in her eyes.
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