VIOLET ROYALTY

Bernard sighed in defeat, there was no way out of this human’s grasp. He knew that Jone has already wrapped him around his finger. It was the way he always worked with his clients, poking their curiosity with hints of information that could either be real or total nonsense. It all depends on your luck, and he gets paid either way.

“Go on,” Bernard said. “I’m all ears.”

Bernard sat back in his burnt-brown leather chair, crossing one leg on another with each of his forearms rested. He wondered what rumors Jone has got up his sleeves now.

Jone’s lips cracked a sly smile as if he had known they would get to this. He took his time to walk towards that chair by the Alpha’s desk and helped himself to it.

“Tell me, Alpha. How did you get to be…” Jone paused, trying the words in the silence of his head first. “How did you get to be a shifter?”

Bernard frowned for not too long, he took a deep breath, reminding himself of Jone’s habit to talk in metaphors.

“How did you get to be a human?” Be