DESITINY'S QUEST

Chapter 2: Mission and Mate

In the large and magnificent villa area, wherever you go, you will find it very luxurious. But that beauty does not make people feel warm. The villa area is covered by a cold, deadly cold that makes people unable to breathe, as if under pressure.

The big man, even at home, still wears a vest while sitting in the office, working very seriously. His face was almost devoid of any emotion, making the subordinates next to him dare not breathe, death seemed to be approaching him.

Hearing that there were rogues always trying to rebel under his command, Darius frowned even more. His subordinates looked at the pen in his hand and thought it was about to break. Dariu Bruce said: "Handle them neatly, don't let me do it."

His subordinate, Brian Lagan, received orders to quickly retreat: “Yes, sir. I'll do it now."

Closing the door of the room, Darius still refused to relax, he raised his large, powerful, and blue-veined hands to rub his temples. Fatigue made the cruelty in his colored eyes clear.

During that fatigue, a woman's figure faintly appeared in his mind. The long, powerful hands that were typing words on the laptop immediately stopped.

He has never been distracted or distracted while working. Darius stood up and entered his pitch-black bedroom.

In the evening, there were only three people in the large dining room, but they ate at a long table that could accommodate several dozen people. Dinner, apart from the clang caused by the collision of cutlery, did not have any sound. Servants are also extremely careful when standing next to their masters.

Beside Darius was a middle-aged man who resembled him, his father, William Bruce, who took the initiative to break the silence: “Are those rogues back to messing around? Have you dealt with them yet?”

Darius nodded: "I have my subordinates deal with them. If it doesn't work, I will directly take their lives." This is the only way to solve the problem at its root and most effectively.

William looked at his son, who was bigger and stronger than him: "I know your temper is quick, but if you kill them, their subordinates will cause even more chaos."

Darius calmly nodded: "I will continue to let people kill those who want to rebel." The Rogues of the family are greedy people, people are greedy for money, and werewolves are greedy for power. They were not satisfied when Darius took over as CEO of the corporation and his alpha position.

Rogues did not shake their position, they did not hesitate to betray the werewolves for more benefits. Being a traitor was something the rogues considered easy because they looked down on young people like Darius coming to power. But Darius had only been in power for two years, he had already dealt with most of the people who intended to betray. Something his father had spent a lifetime doing still couldn't completely solve.

Darius is the strongest of the wolves. The werewolves in the pack he trains are the strongest and most ruthless.

William looked at his son, sighed, then reprimanded himself: "I'm sorry, Dad, if it weren't for me not being healthy, you wouldn't be as hard as you are now." Two years ago, he was seriously injured in a war, even though he was a werewolf, he still couldn't recover, so his son had to become an alpha at a relatively young age.

Darius frowned vexedly: "Dad, let's have dinner, don't think too much."

His father nodded and focused on eating the delicious meat carefully prepared by the servants. But he only ate a few bites and then looked at his son thoughtfully, when Darius felt his eyes on him, William looked away.

This happened for the third time, and Darius got impatient with his biological father: “What's wrong with you? Gibber."

Mr. William Bruce hesitated for a long time before saying: “Darius… you're 21 years old, why haven't you found your mate yet? Three years have passed since you turned 18, but the day the moon god appeared, didn't you feel anything?" Finding a mate will not only make the werewolf happier, but the mate will make the other person more powerful. Even though he was just 18 years old, he found his mate, the same one who gave birth to Darius.

Darius did not care much about the matter, he did not respond to his father's words. Why doesn't his father work as an alpha for two years but have the same personality as his mother?

William continued to say, "I know you like being alone, but having a partner would make you happy, having more power would be beneficial for an alpha like you." In all his life he had never seen anyone able to live alone, without a mate among the werewolves. Anyone can find a mate at 18, as late as 19. So his son was alone until the age of 21 which made him worried.

According to him, learning about people, people will meet the person they love but do not specify the time, do not know when. If Darius wasn't a werewolf, he'd probably be single for the rest of his life.

Darius interrupted his father: "I have enough strength, I don't need more."

William Bruce: “…”

…

In a bedroom with only a dimly lit nightlight, a woman wears a tight nightgown, the thin fabric of the dress only allows for sensitive parts, completely revealing her long legs and breasts. Alva's white shoulder. How many men were staring at her?

But Alva is not like the others, with her free and strong lifestyle, she freely wears shorts because she alone can handle a large man in seconds. Among the wolves, even if she was a woman, she was the strongest.

The strongest person was thinking while reading the document she had just received from her father. Killing people, especially killing villains, was not a challenge for Alva. But she knew that the person with the identity of Mary was absolutely no ordinary enemy. Mary was one of the people involved in her mother's death. A person who lost her mother at a young age, she was used to the reason that her mother died from a genetic disease, but now she knows that her mother was killed by a grudge.

Kevin also read a part of this document. If her father didn't get mad tonight and had her stop, surely Kevin would kill Mary most brutally.

But Joyce Lee knew Mary Leen would know sooner or later that something bad she'd done would be discovered, so he needed someone as careful as Alva to quietly kill her to silence her.

Alva closed her eyes, and petty memories of her mother appeared in her head. As the daughter of the alpha, she knew that, even as a werewolf, the feuds between the great clans ran deep.

Toward morning, Alva was still sitting on the windowsill, only at night her senses and mind were sharper enough to think about her identity as well as her wolves. During the day, she spent too much time in the life of an ordinary person.

Suddenly, her hand holding the wine glass stopped, and she remembered what Mr. Joyce Lee had said. Alva was startled was 20 years old, and she still had not found a life partner. Why is there still no scent for her to actively find a mate?

Alva Lee pushed her long hair back and looked up at the dark, lightless night sky. The woman's beautiful two-colored eyes became even more gloomy.

…

“I have a feeling our bad news is going to no longer be hidden.”

"It's not a bad thing, it's something they pay for."

“So what should we do next? Let's do things quickly because I don't feel safe at all."

“As planned, in the next few days you should approach him. Just by completing this, you can live comfortably for the rest of your life.”

"Are you sure? Did he notice anything out of the ordinary? I'm scared."

Laughter rang out, but it was not joyful at all but filled with monstrosity: "Belief in the power I've cultivated for millions of years."

…

At nine o'clock in the morning, the servant and the Lee family, who were having breakfast, still tried to be as gentle as possible, because they were afraid that the mistress would wake up angry. Mr. Joyce would be angry when he saw his daughter beaten. awake.

Alva's frantic personality was also spoiled by her father.

Even the person who always confronted Alva Lee, Jeffrey Kay, did not volunteer, still trying not to make a sound. It was she who suffered the consequences.

Reminiscing…

After a wedding ceremony held through tangerines and without the participation of Alva, the next morning, Jeffrey ignored his husband's reminders and wanted to go to Alva's bedroom, wanting to cause trouble with his husband's stepdaughter because he couldn't respect his stepmother.

She went to Alva's bedroom door, and knocked repeatedly, calling Alva's name in a sour tone.

Alva was 18 years old and was a doctor. She had surgery that day and it was not until morning that she remembered her father's wedding ceremony, so she went home to sleep. After an hour of sleep, she was awakened by the noise outside.

Jeffrey ignored the servants' objections and continued to make noises. Before she could scream, the door to the room opened, and when she saw Alva, she was afraid to say anything.

A second later, she reacted as she was being strangled by Alva, Jeffery's head slamming against the wall. Jeffrey could only roll his eyes and couldn't utter a word. She could feel the strength of Alva's hand increasing.

Jeffrey was even more horrified when he saw Alva's eyes, tired eyes but without any human warmth, fierce, bloodthirsty, and crazy like a wolf. Alva was taken over by anger. Alva didn't seem to hear anyone's voice.

She struggled, unable to escape this terrifyingly strong hand, until Mr. Joyce and Alva's subordinates appeared, and the two people used all their strength to remove Alva's hand that was strangling Jeffrey.

Joyce called out to her daughter until Alva found her voice. She approached Jeffrey, trembling with fear and pain: "Next time, I'll rip your mouth out."

Joyce and Brian hurriedly dragged her into the bedroom: "Come on, go back to sleep."

Then he stood up and looked down at his stupid wife: "I said but you didn't listen, stupid."

The servants looked at each other in fear, feeling fortunate that they had only been scolded by the mistress. Maybe it's because they're not stupid like Jeffrey. Don't go crazy.

…

Jeffrey recalled the old story and trembled. She accidentally dropped the fork in her hand on the table, making a sound. Everyone held their breath, the evil woman's face turned pale.

Kevin is rarely at home eating breakfast, laughing at her movements. Look, his stepmother is scared of his sister like the devil. How can such cowardice overthrow your family?

A few minutes later, there were hurried footsteps coming from upstairs. The closer the footsteps made Jeffrey tremble more violently, she looked at her husband: "Joyce, save me."

Alva was holding a document in her hand, she was only wearing a crop top and short shorts, and her face was still a little cruel from sleep. She hurriedly took her bag from her brother's hand and went to the door. Passing her father, Alva paused: "The next time I come back is when I finish the task given to me by my father." Jeffrey sat next to her shaking husband.

Joyce Lee still cares about her daughter: "Alva, where are you going? Won't you have breakfast?"

His response was the roar of a supercar engine. Joyce: “…”

He turned to Kevin, who was sitting with his feet on the gaming table: "Is your sister still like this every day?"

The two cousins live separately but still live in the same house: “She must have had surgery.”

Alva drove to a red light when she received a phone call from the hospital urging her: "I'm trying to get there as quickly as possible, don't rush me."

She did not realize that parallel to her car was a Bentley that also stopped at a red light. Her angry look at her phone was seen by the man in the back seat of the Bentley.

Seeing Alva quickly leave, Jeffrey sighed in relief. When she turned around, she met Kevin Lee's sarcastic and contemptuous eyes.

…

In a luxurious restaurant, in a private room, Darius, with an emotionless face, sat on a chair, he was like an emperor, glancing at the people who were constantly flattering to win a cooperation contract with Bruce Corporation.

When he was starting to lose patience because of the filth and people who were flattering him, his hand holding a cigarette stopped, the big man suddenly stood up and opened the door, and he rushed again. Follow the scent you just smelled. Walking faster, Darius stopped, his eyes fixed on the woman who was smiling lightly at the restaurant's receptionist.

That woman was Mary Leen. She turned to look at the man who was staring at her, her heart filled with joy that she had found her target, but Mary still approached him and asked with a smile she assumed was the prettiest: "I saw you looking at me for a long time, what's wrong?"

Darius looked down at this woman of ordinary beauty. He knew he had found his soul mate. The man's face and eyes did not show any emotion, still very calm and calm. But for a few brief seconds, a small figure of a woman appeared in his mind.

Mary was a little shy with this calm look, she tried to look surprised and moved closer to him, leaning into his ear, her voice trying her best to tremble, expressing her surprise too: “I sense that you are my mate, are you… a werewolf?”

Seeing the man nod slightly, Mary rejoiced and said softly: “I am also a werewolf. I'm lucky that I found my life partner, my family is always worried about this." Deep inside that emotion, she is extremely worried and scared because she is afraid that this man in front of her will quickly realize that it is all just a play, realizing she is a liar.

Looking at the woman's hand carefully touching his body, Darius still resisted the touch, even though his mind was telling him that this was his mate.

Darius looked at this face. He didn't have any unusual vibes or emotions.

Suddenly he wanted to see the face of the shadow he met on the street.

…

After William Bruce finished a phone call, the man, who was in poor health, let out a scream that startled the housekeeper and servants. They rushed into the great drawing-room: "Mr Bruce, what's wrong with you?"

William paced around in the living room muttering, “They have to get married under the full moon so the moon god can see. No, that's not enough, it's not enough. It had to be a grand wedding so everyone could attend and witness the love of his son.”

He looked up again, muttering to his wife: "Our wife and son are finally happy."

“Did Darius ever feel bothered that I was babbling a lot, so he ordered his assistant to call to lie to me?” He put his hand on his forehead again, looking sullen.

The butler, the servant, watched the master change different emotional states for a few brief seconds: “…”

He turned around, saw the housekeeper immediately grab him, and said with a bright smile: "Quickly call me some wedding company to come here."

The housekeeper thought he heard wrong, looking at Mr. Bruce's smile...

Sir Darius Bruce has found his mate?