There was a tangible and deep pregnant silence in the air, which perfumed the whole room.
Arnold leaned heavily against the wine-washed wall, twirling the empty goblet around his fingers, as he thought and deliberated on his daughter’s statement. He had stood up abruptly when she had reported her findings; findings that were quite difficult to believe.
‘Peter’s son was mated to a human?’ He couldn’t believe it. It was very rare for a werewolf to be mated to a human in their part of the world, not to mention an Alpha. And for once he doubted his daughter’s findings. Maybe the human was his ride for now, that is, till he found his mate. He thought. He remembered that he had also flirted around till he met his own mate.
“Are you sure?” He finally asked, staring down at his daughter who
