Chapter 11
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Jan's POV
The Alpha's office was light, though the walls were paneled in dark brown. There was a large window framed by dark green curtains and a leather couch beside it. In the middle of the room was a large cherry-wood desk with a chair pushed up against it.
Rinat sat down at his workstation and I stayed standing, watching his behavior closely. He was obviously nervous.
I feel it, you little bastard! I sat back on the couch with an indifferent look on my face.
“Is there something you want to tell me, Alpha of the Gray Wolves?”
The man raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest, looking relaxed.
“I thought you were the one with something to tell me,” he parried.
He shouldn't have.
“Believe me, if I start, you won't be able to justify yourself,” I grinned back.
After all, I always have an ace up my sleeve in the form of a blood test on my pair, which I did while she was asleep. Mikhail helped me by giving me a tip on where to go to get the procedure done quickly and efficiently. Of course, I had to pay a bit of money, but that's nothing. The main thing was to find out the truth. And the truth was clearly not good.
What was the point of putting the girl's wolf to sleep?
What good did it do Rinat?
How is that even possible?
“I don't know what you mean,” the Gray Wolf tried to apologize.
“Enough!” My Alpha's power surged outwards and pinned him down. “I've had enough of this. Either you answer me or I kill you. And believe me, no one will do anything to me for your murder.” I grinned.
“Once again, I don't know what you're talking about,” Rinat said more seriously.
Well… I wanted to make it nice. Shortly, the wolf was hanging by his neck, pinned to the wall by my hand, his legs dangling in the void, trying to get out of my grip.
“You still don't get it, do you? What's wrong with Yara? How dare you put her she-wolf to sleep?”
“I'm…” I loosened my grip on the air, but didn't let go. “She would have been killed if I hadn't.”
My hand loosened on its own and I took two steps back.
“Tell me. From the beginning,” I ordered.
Rinat rose slowly and sat back in his chair, rubbing neck, but I wasn't concerned about his injuries. All I cared about now was who was threatening my mate.
“She's from a pack of White Wolves. We came as soon as we heard about the fire, but it was too late. Everyone who could have fled. And the rest of us… You know,” the Gray sighed. “I heard a child crying as I passed one of the burnt houses. There, under the planks, was a bundle with a child. It was Yaroslava. I don't know what happened, but there was a dead man beside her.”
“Wait a minute. Are you saying that the wolf pack was attacked by humans?”
“We never found out for sure. Apart from that house, there was no sign of them anywhere else. But after I sheltered Yaroslav, my mother and I were repeatedly attacked. The car brakes failed, then an attack in the evening. I didn't immediately connect it with the little girl, but then… I don't know what happened or why he needed her, but it was definitely a werewolf because humans can't see a wolf that clearly. When it became clear that Yaroslava was the one being hunted, I had to think of a way to hide her. My old friend Vitaly had just come back. He's a biological chemist. Anyway, he came up with a serum that would put the werewolf essence to sleep.”
“I see. You hid her… But have you found out anything about this stranger over the years?”
The wolf in me grinned and raged. Me didn't care why my mate's wolf was asleep. I wanted to tear down anyone who hurt the essence of my chosen one.
“That's just it. It was as if he'd vanished into thin air. The strings broke in the city,” Rinat rubbed the bridge of his nose wearily. “He was last seen when Yaroslava was three. We started giving her medicine and took her away from the pack to a distant village. I saw her again when she was seventeen. That's when she returned to our Clan. To me.”
Fists clenched, but I smiled.
“For the first and last time, Yaroslava is my mate. So forget her!”
I pierced the Alpha of the Gray Wolves with a hateful look. Stupid, maybe, but he's competition. And the very thought that Yaroslava could belong to him infuriated me.
“I see,” Rinat murmured.
The man dropped his head, admitting defeat.
“What about Vadim?” I moved on to the second pressing problem.
“He's always liked Yaroslava, but it never crossed the line before. Vadim will regret drugging her, you can be sure of that,” the Alpha of the Gray Wolf Clan nodded.
“I'll take your word for it. But if anything…”
“I understand,” the werewolf gritted his teeth.
“One more thing. I need the serum,” I said, my face hardening and a flame of anger eyes.
“Why?” He asked.
“For the trial. What would happen if we stopped injecting her with the drug?”
Aidarov thought for a moment, then shrugged.
“I don't know for sure. Rom warned that she would be broken by pain for several days before the beast could break free. And then there's no telling how the wolf will behave after so many years of imprisonment.”
“I require the serum and this Rom along with Vitaly,” I ordered.
Rinat got up from the table and walked to one of the wall panels. He pressed it and opened a secret compartment containing a safe with a code. From there he took out two hermetically sealed syringes with a blue liquid inside and, closing everything up again, came back to me. He handed me the medicine and sat down beside me in silence, his elbows on his knees and his head bowed.
But I didn't feel the least bit sorry for him. I knew he meant well, of course, but the desire to kill him only grew with every point of truth that was revealed.
“How much?” I decided to make it up to him.
Rinat grinned and shook his head.
“It doesn't matter. Take it like that. And take care of her!”
The last wish seemed strange, as did the tone in which it was uttered. But there was no time to think about it. There was a knock at the door, then it opened and Yaroslava was pushed into the office without a word.
Fucking hell! What the hell has this she-devil done now?
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