Dean's eyes were focused on the computer screen, but I could tell that he was acting like he didn't notice Jacob and Sarina fighting behind the computer, as is customary for him. Elias was nowhere to be seen when I searched the area for him, which could only mean one thing.
“Nice of you to join us, Azalea," he remarked behind me.I spun around to see him leaning against the wall with one knee crossed over the other, fiddling with a knife. I affirmed, "Boss, I'm not late."“Well, I see now. But you took your time to get here, my friend, and I've been waiting for you”, he added, pointing the knife at me."Sorry, boss. I had to eat dinner and make the perilous walk home. I apologize for not arriving on time.” I spoke, partially trying to control my sarcasm but still coming off as snarky."Nice try, Azalea." He rolled the knife around his pinkie and asked, "Are you being considerate or just plain sarcastic?""I'm serious, boss," I said."Hmm, let's see. For the time being, I would like you to memorize this information regarding the royalty pack," he stated, changing the tone of his voice from conversational to solemn.“The loyalty pack? Isn't that the pack of the werewolf king?” I queried him, taken aback by how casually he brought it up. Isn't he a werewolf as well? I reasoned."Yeah, you're right. I wouldn't have taken this letter from an anonymous sender if it hadn't been for the cash price. This message has been distributed to a number of additional covert groups in addition to our own. And there is a lot of money. If you do this, you could fund your schooling”, he advised.I never explained to him why I toiled so hard to earn the money. I accepted his assumption that I wanted to finish my schooling. Nobody could possibly be aware of my twin. Elias questioned me about why I attended school as two different individuals, and I said that I enjoyed mimicry when he found out. He made a joke about my having a twin or wanting a twin, so I don't think he really thought I was telling the truth. I refrained from commenting and let it go. He never brought it up again, and I'm pleased he didn't since, for some reason, he didn't realize I was lying. He is a werewolf, and werewolves can spot lies quite easily, which he enjoys using to his advantage. He's not a patient man, and there's no way he would have caught on to my lie and wanted to use it to his advantage; thus, I think he can't tell if I was lying or not.“What's the matter?” The question came from me.“Clearly, someone wants the crown prince killed. It provided a precise time and location for when the prince would be defenseless.“Unarmed? As if!” I exclaimed, “The prince is a werewolf. Will he ever be defenseless?” The question came from me."I have no idea. His assassination is your responsibility, and someone with control over fire is needed, says the message.” Elias commented while he was savoring a pickle.“What?! This might be a trap," I remarked. “Somebody wants me killed.”While attempting to prevent her crimson curls from getting in her eyes, Sarina suddenly burst out laughing. She asked between giggles,"Why will anyone want you dead?"“It can't be a guard,” Jacob says. “If it were an inside job, which I'm highly doubtful it is, it would be a high-ranking officer. But that begs the question, why would they want you dead?”With their argument forgotten, Jacob held Sarina around the waist, and Sarina leaned her long body on him. Their relationship is a very confusing subject. At one point, it would seem like they would break up soon, but then they would start kissing and tearing each other's clothes, and I would think they would last. There's always something new to argue about with them, and everyone is tired of it. I wonder what they would do if they found their mates. I rolled my eyes. He's right, I thought.“No one knows the crown prince like that without getting close. Jacob's right, but it would be stupid to assume that the king or the second prince would want to harm the crown prince.” I said, trying to throw a cold towel on the case and still capitalizing on their arguments, pretending like I was sad about losing the money.“It could be, or he could have a friend who hates his guts. Anyway, you've got to do it tonight before some other half-dragon, or worse, a full-blooded dragon, takes up the case.” Elias said this while flipping through a book that wasn't there a minute ago.I exhaled a breath of air and thought, I have to do this; prince or not, I need the money. “Count me in. Let me go change.”I left the meeting room and went to the suite room to suit up. I heard a moan and groaned. There were two couples among us. Jacob and Sarina, who are in a complicated relationship, and Ellie and Savannah, who are mates. I don't know if they plan on breeding children or if they love sex so much as to have it anywhere and anytime they are horny. My strong nose picked up the pungent smell of leftover sexual desire in the air. I should have smelled the air before I entered the room, I thought. Releasing a breath, I screamed, using my dragon voice,“ES, can you leave the suit room? While you are at it, please clean up your mess. I don't like the smell you are leaving in the air. It's disgusting.” Away from the corridor, I could hear Elias' booming laughter and Dean's chuckling. The first day I learned of the watch shop, I met Elias and Dean. Dean is four years older than me, but I had a crush on him at first sight. For an omega, he has muscles dominating his figure like someone working out every time. But Dean is one guy far from working out. He spends his time on the computer like a geek. He has the glasses, a telltale sign that he's a geek, but he's anything but. After I found out who he really was, I stopped looking at him like I did before. He's a womanizer who lost his mate to a rogue attack two months after meeting her. He started working for Elias after that and slept with only human women. He said that sleeping with supernatural women would make him feel like he was cheating on his mate. I beg to differ.ES dragged themselves out of the room sheepishly. I raised an eyebrow at Savannah, and she had the guts to look down, seeming ashamed of herself. They reek of sexual desire, and I had to cover my nose.“Can you leave? I'm feeling suffocated here.” I said to them.“You will understand when you find your mate.” Savannah said, rubbing her right elbow while staring at the wall behind me.Savannah is my agemate, and we were close until Ellie showed up. Ellie, short for Elliot, is an orphan living off pickpocketing and stealing food from the market. He was dirty and smelly when he came into the watch shop to steal an expensive watch that he would sell to get money, but Elias caught him before he could get away. Elias would have killed him, but Savannah was there in time to save him. I still can't believe how Savannah hugged him, even if he was dirty. In the long run, Elias found his talent. He's a beta werewolf, alright, but he's a werewolf healer. He could heal himself and everyone around him too. It is a very advantageous attribute, and I am glad that he wasn't killed, but sometimes I wish that I would rather kill him than live with the pungent smell of sexual desire in the air every time they are horny.“Just leave. I'm on schedule right now, and I've got work to get to.”“Sorry, Lea.” Ellie mumbled. “Don't, Ellie. Go.” I said, pointing towards the corridor.The two of them held hands as they walked down the corridor. I placed my hands underneath my nose and went in to suit up. My suit is black and consists of a steel getup that ends in a puffed skirt and tights. It is long-sleeved, flexible, and easy to move around in. My helmet is cat-like, and it fits my small face. But there's one way to describe my getup: I hate it. Savannah told me that Elias purposely gave me this getup because I hate skirts and cats are the bane of my existence. I complained about it, but as usual, Elias said,“It's not the costume, Azalea. It's the job, and people describe what they see as what they see. Do your job and leave the rest to the costume.”He was right. Everyone describes me as the dangerous cat. That was my nickname outside the organization, and I heard it more than once. I was popular among the supernatural, and I would rather hide behind the mask that created it than change it.“Okay. Here is the scroll. Memorize all you can, because if you are caught, you are dead to me, and I don't know you. Are we clear?” Elias said. I tried to stop myself from rolling my eyes, and I said,“Affirmative.” “Off you go. Make me proud.” Elias said while he made himself comfortable in his seat.I went into the takeoff room. I took out the scroll and memorized the information. One talent Elias didn't know about me is the ability to cast spells. This is one of the many things that have helped me over the years, and it's one of my mother's second natures. She was endowed with the power of a dragon and a witch, but I don't know if I am a witch. I found one of Mom's spell books in the basement, and I practiced with it. I might be one, but I have no way to prove it. Sadly, neither I nor Alee took after my father's gene. I rolled the scroll after using magic to memorize the words. Standing on the disappearance machine, I got ready for that familiar feeling of fading away from the world and pushed the green button. Before I faded away completely, I heard Dean's voice saying, “Up, up, and away!”I was expecting to see guards when I got to the location, which is behind the building that leads to the garden entry, as Anonymous had mentioned, but I didn't. It was entirely empty. I looked up, then shrugged. I only need to find the prince, I thought, but I felt strange. I paused and tried to understand my feelings, but I couldn't. It felt like an elderly woman was stirring a cauldron filled to the brim with purple liquid in my gut. It made me feel as though something bad was about to happen. I knew my gut never lied, so I couldn't back out at this point. If I noticed any indication of danger, I would teleport with it without Dean's help.I carried out the instructions that Anonymous gave us. Unbelievably, the prince was sitting by a pool and gazing at the tranquil water. Bingo! I exclaimed. This is too simple, but the prince stirred and took a whiff of the air before I could reveal myself. I had disguised my scent before I went after him as usual, so he wouldn't be able to smell me
School was dull as usual. While fiddling with my notebook in AP biology, I was staring at the window a few seats away. I didn't think anyone would mind talking to me or trying to strike up a conversation, but I was wrong. A new guy was looking down at me with a smile when I tuned back in to my surroundings. His presence was glaringly obvious when I felt someone tower over me. He scowled when I raised an eyebrow. I wondered if there was something I was supposed to do.My book bag was on the seat next to me when he pointed there, so I removed it to make room for him. He sat down and gave his surroundings a thorough sniff. I felt a tiny shudder run down my spine. I realized he was a werewolf but wondered why he was taking such a long whiff of his surroundings. I could only think of one possible explanation, but I knew it couldn't be the case. When he turned to face me and I felt my form stiffen, he had this satisfied smirk on his face. He uttered the one thing I hated, after hearing it fr
I got ready to teleport back to the garden by getting dressed in what I had, which consisted of my black tunic, my hoody, my combat boots, and a black elastic shirt with a turtleneck. I don't have any knowledge regarding the prince's whereabouts, but I could apply what I've learned in the past. He would be in the same spot in the palace gardens by this time, unarmed. As usual, I disguised my scent before teleporting to his garden. I felt anticipation building in my gut, but I resisted it and concentrated on the task at hand.“I knew you would come back.” I heard a voice.I squealed and spun around, only to see the prince standing there in just a pair of shorts. I couldn't take my eyes off of him, even though shifting without being aware of it is crucial for the full moon if it seizes control. He has the six packs, lean physique, and strong legs that I have overheard girls raving about at school. Even after I've been marveling at his body, I keep coming back to his attractive face becau
As I got home, I set my bag down on the bed and sat in the chair next to it, my mind racing. I was so distracted that I didn't hear the growl until it was almost in my ears. I jolted and turned to cast the magic spell I had in mind, but instead I found myself staring at my dejected sister. Her eyes were shining, making them appear more yellow-orange, yet her slouching on the floor did not convey the feelings in her eyes. Her expression was ferocious, as if she wanted to murder me for some reason. No matter how much I stayed away from her, she continued to sniff the air around me. I wondered if she had intended to kill me after noticing that I hadn't slept here the previous night.My back smacked the wall, yet I still felt like backing up some more. For the time being, Alee seemed like a predator, and I felt like prey. She sat there for a long time, her eyes glistening as she gazed at me. Her eyes eventually stopped blazing, and she sagged to the ground. I wanted to assist her, but I wa
Albert's POV Albert paced his room. When he was with Minty, he had tried connecting his brain with hers, exactly what a possessive fae would do, but it hadn't worked. He wanted full control of his mate's mind. It's not that he wanted to control her, but it drove him crazy not knowing where his mate was. He felt like he had thrown his mate to the wild animals to devour.Why was she stubborn?All he saw when he tried to probe her mind a little was that she was still a high school student and that she had a boyfriend. Who is Mason? he thought to himself. He didn't know which high school she attended, and this drove him to pull his hair.He sat on the couch opposite his bedroom window and bit his fingers as he stared at the elaborate curtain his mother had put up only for his window. He remembered what happened. She had shifted in front of him. For her to have shifted, it meant that her wolf accepted him. He had heard about werewolves that don't shift until they find their mate. He had a
Mason's POV Alpha Mason reclined in his office chair. He was met with the gaze of blank paper on an easel. The one next to it is self-drawn and features his likeness. For nine years, he had been looking for his soul partner.Nine fucking years!And she showed up; indeed, she did, but she brought with her another mate and her stubborn nature. He has heard from Randy about how she stared at the new kid.Was he her other mate?He couldn't help but feel like he'd been deceived. What kind of twin would make promises that would take her away from her mate? There's a pattern here, he thought. Alee, his mate, would come on Tuesdays and Thursdays, while her other twin would come on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.Why can't they come together?He was aware that they had to have developed and adhered to this pattern for a considerable amount of time. It's incredible that the school's teachers haven't noticed this peculiarity. Were their parents abusing them at home? That didn't make sense giv
Alee was acting unusual as I arranged and cleaned the house. She sat on the floor glaring at me and following me wherever I went with her eyes. She would drag herself on the floor from room to room if I go to a different room and won't move over whenever I want to vacuum an area. She would make a fuss, making grunt-like sounds like a pig and growling whenever I lifted her from her position. What's gotten into her, I thought. After I had cleared out every dust and dirt in the house, I turned towards her and said,“How about a game of chess? I will beat you, Alee.” I said. She growled at me like I had offended her. She rarely says anything and she doesn't contribute to any discussion and sometimes, shows no sign that she's listening. But, she's growling? Is she growing? It has crossed my mind several times that I find myself consideri
Alee was asleep before I got to her. She lay on the floor, her legs were separated from each other and drool fell from her lips. She snores whenever she's asleep and her hands are always folded like a dead person in a coffin. I used a spell and carried her to her bed, pulling her blanket over her to cover her from the cold. With that, I took my black cloak and decided to visit the prince. His room looks the same way I had imagined it before I came. The room has a brownish yellow concept to its wall. His bed was extra large, too much for just him and the colours of the blanket matched the walls as well as two of the couches and four of the wooden chairs kept around a round wooden table that has the same colour. Being in his room reminded me of the last time I was here. It was foggy but my heart fluttered just remembering it and I slapped my cheeks. I shouldn't be thinking about him when I had disappo