Luna Needs an Alpha

4. Meet Him Again

Vesper questioned Charis, "Do you know what his name or face is?" Charis shook her head and had a puzzled look on her face. Vesper creased her brow.

"I went to the club with Griselda two days ago. Then I smelled the fragrance. I followed my instinct, and I found that the smell was coming from between five human men." Charis glanced at Vesper. Her beautiful face showed guilt and worry because she was going to make Vesper work hard to find her mate, whose name and face she didn't even know.

Vesper flatly looked at Charis. It feels like he wants to be angry, but he restrains himself. Anger won't make the issue go away. "So, where can I find your mate?"

"Maybe … can you read my mind?"

Vesper's brows almost merged with his frowning forehead. He rarely used magic spells, which made his brain work quickly to remember. “Your hand.” Vesper found a way that might be helpful. "You're giving me trouble. Why don't you inquire about his name?" Charis' hand was placed on the table, and Vesper looked at the Garnet Pack leader's palm.

"Charis is a woman," was Griselda's answer to Vesper's question.

Vesper gave Griselda a lazy glance. "I know."

Griselda sighs through her mouth. "So, I mean, Charis is a woman. It's not possible to ask to be introduced first; shame!"

Charis agreed by nodding. "I dare if he's alone himself. There are, however, five human guys." Charis made a sad face.

"What harm is there? He is your mate. "As if it were easy, even Vesper didn't dare greet or invite women to meet.

"You sound like a playboy when you talk like that," said Griselda.

Charis sighed. She saw Vesper was looking at her hand. "You are right, and I should have asked him. But there are five male humans, and I don't know which one is my mate. I can't possibly smell each of their bodies individually."

Vesper glanced at Charis. He took a deep breath and slowly nodded. "Yes. I comprehend." The room went quiet. Vesper asked Charis to think of the five men, and he tried to remember their faces. After that, Vesper rubbed the white crystal ball, and a few minutes later, the faces of the five human men, who were in different places, came into view individually. His eyes alternated between Charis, seated in front of him, and the crystal ball. Charis kept her mouth shut out of fear of upsetting Vesper's focus. The witch who combed his black hair once a week revealed the face of a man dressed in a black suit who had just exited a black luxury automobile. "Based on the aura, this human male is the one that resembles you," Charis was looking at his crystal ball when Vesper looked at her. "You guys couldn't have met those five human men, right?"

Charis smiled widely, revealing a row of white teeth, and her blue eyes looked straight at Vesper. "I appreciate it, Vesper. I owe you."

Vespers gave the nod. "Glad to help you."

"He's handsome, like a model." Griselda covered her mouth when she realized she had praised the good looks of her best friend's mate.

"Come on, let's go. Before he gets out of there, "Madison said. She was eager to meet the mate of her daughter.

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The three werewolves were standing in the parking lot of a reasonably popular bar when a powerful night wind blew their hair and garments. They were confident that the location corresponded to what Vesper had said.

"Bar?" Aria spoke; her face was disapproving. "Bars resemble clubs. Was my suspicion correct? Our mate is a bad guy." The Charis wolves disliked their mate even more.

Charis inhaled deeply. Their mate would have a hard time winning Aria's heart. "Are all of you going in?" She turned to face her mother and best friend.

"I thought you'd be better off alone?" Griselda asked Madison, who was still quiet.

Madison stroked her hand, feeling uncomfortable in the human world. "You two leave; I'll wait in the car." She got in the car immediately, without waiting to hear what Charis and Griselda answered.

"We'll be right back." Charis rapped on the vehicle's door. Madison who was already inside nodded. Sharp hearing is one of a werewolf's special powers.

Charis and Griselda entered the dimly lighted bar. Some people sit at the bartender's table and some are chatting coolly with the bartender.

Charis could smell the fragrance aroma she had discovered two days before, which made her heart beat faster. It was intoxicating. Vesper's guess was correct. She needed to deliver a gift to that young, great witch.

Charis' feet stepped according to her instincts and a fragrance aroma stung her nose that seemed to demand it. Her lips curled into a big smile, but it was almost gone when she realized she didn't know what to say to her mate. Why didn't she think of this before?

To ensure that her best friend met her mate, Griselda followed Charis. They stopped in front of a man playing with his cell phone while sitting alone. There was a bottle of whiskey on the table.

"Excuse me," Charis smiled at the human man after putting her embarrassment aside. She cannot waste anything. The smell of musk pierced her senses. She couldn't be wrong, and the human man was her mate.

The man raised his head, and his thick eyebrows raised when he saw a woman with a white jacket that coats a pink shirt. "What's happened?"

Charis calmed herself down. "Can I speak to you for a minute? Have you had time?"

The man was silent for a moment before nodding. "Yes, I have. You can sit down." By chance, his friends were still towards this location.

Charis sat nervously. She was at a loss as to what to say. Griselda sits on an empty chair two meters away. She sharpened her hearing. Not the intention of eavesdropping, to anticipate if something bad happened to Charis.

"My name's Charis Swinton. What is your name?" Charis looked into the man's gray eyes, whose face was shocked.

The man gave a crooked smile. "My name is Draven Hoover. I thought you were different."

"Isn't it natural to ask someone you just met for their name?" Charis didn't understand it is wrong with her question?

Draven nodded. "Yes, that's true." He gave Charis a serious look. "What do you need? Did you just want to get to know my name?"

Charis licked her dry lips. Of course, she is nervous. "Listen to me, and don't ask me questions until I'm done talking."

Draven frowned when he saw how serious Charis's face was. It seemed like there was something important going on. Is Charis a police officer? He nodded out of curiosity, though he was a little afraid.

"I am a werewolf. The Moon Goddess gave us the ability to know who our mate is by the smell of their body. So you are my mate." Charis turned to face Draven, who remained still the entire time she spoke. "Draven? Did you hear what I said?"

Draven blinked, his eyes hurting from being open too long. "I'm all ears. Are you crazy?" Is he dreaming of meeting a storyteller?