Chapter 3

Alpha Luther's POV

I paused on my meal as I lifted my eyes and stared at him.

“Are you being serious?”

He nodded softly, making sure he avoided eye contact with me.

He must be kidding, or perhaps he's trying to play some games.

So I'm expected to cancel the plans I have today just because of a young boy who appears like an easy prey.

He's only an Omega. I wouldn't have purchased it if not for Freya who asked me to go to the auction and purchase him.

I still can't see what made her tell me to throw so much money away.

“Finish up your meal.” I stood up from the chair. “I have somewhere important to be.”

I grabbed my coat and briefcase as I walked out of my house and got into my car.

My driver was already parked outside, waiting for us to leave right away.

We drove out of my villa straight into the city.

I had somewhere important to be, and I didn't want to be late for any reason.

Sitting there and listening to that boy talk might just make me throw so much time away.

Suddenly, the driver hit a hard brake.

“Why are you stopping?” I glared at him.

He pointed ahead, causing my eyes to look straight at where his hand was pointing.

“There's a road block up ahead.”

“Do something about it immediately.” I ordered.

My driver immediately got down from the car and went up to push the road block aside.

There was no other route available for us to take besides this one.

Suddenly, a figure jumped out of nowhere and plunged his claws straight into his neck.

I watched him drop to the ground in the pool of his own blood.

I gasped as my eyes widened. Rival werewolves.

They erupted from their hiding places in their numbers.

My eyes darted around, contemplating whether I could take them all.

Well, there was no time to think. I jumped onto the steering wheel, and pushed against the pedal without thinking twice.

I took a fast reverse away from them, successfully escaping there.

I know it was cowardice to run away from a fight, but I was evenly outnumbered out there.

There was no way I could stand a chance against their attack.

I stormed into my villa, straight to my room and tossed my coat to the bed.

Then I crashed onto the sofa, exhaling heavily as my eyes narrowed into thin slits.

Without wasting time, I summoned Freya to my room right away.

“Who is that boy you asked me to purchase?” I threw the question right when she walked into my room.

Sage Freya folded her arms and took a seat on the sofa right next to me with a soft and gentle smile on her face.

“You look troubled.”

“Of course I am,” I turned towards her. “I was attacked today, and my driver got killed.”

She remained calm, nodding her head softly. “I'm sure Jason warned you about it.”

I paused, crushed from the guilt that ached my entire body.

“Are you sure he wasn't sent down here as some spy? Maybe he's putting up an act.”

She held my hand softly, looking into my eyes.

Sage Freya has always been the mother I know since my parents passed away.

So she knows how to talk to me when I feel distressed.

“You know I can't lead you into danger, Luther.”

I nodded softly. “I know. But this…this arrangement feels like it wasn't supposed to be.”

“It's only a matter of time,” she said. “It will only take time before you begin to appreciate everything.”

I took a deep breath, leaning back on the sofa as I tipped my head upwards.

“I think I might just have a little talk with him.”

“You should, Luther. The boy has potential.”

My brows furrowed as a question struck my head. “But why did he end up that way?” I asked. “Rejected and cast away for doom.”

“It's always the tough ones that make it far enough.”

Those were the same words she always told me when I lost my parents.

“Just ask him to come to my room.”

She smiled as she stood up and left my room.

A few seconds after she left, I heard a gentle knock on my door.

“Come in!” I said firmly.

My door creaked open as Jason pushed his slim body through and walked in, shutting the door right behind him.

He had his two hands joined together over his loin as he stood erect without uttering a single word.

“Sit.” I patted in the space beside me.

He swallowed hard as his eyes darted between where my hand was tapping and the look in my eyes.

I know my stare can be really cold, but it's a pity that I can't do any better.

“I…I think I'm better off standing here.”

I guess I should let him stand there as he has chosen.

I nodded softly and then I folded my arms, resting my back proper against the sofa.

“Your vision was true.”

He gasped. “I hope you weren't hurt?” He blurted.

But he immediately covered his mouth like that wasn't what he meant to say.

“I'm really sorry. I…I was just…”

“It's fine. I managed to escape, but my driver took the fall for my inability to trust you.”

He exhaled heavily, and his breath lowered like I had just lifted a burden off his chest.

“I'm really sorry for the loss of your driver.”

I nodded calmly as I leaned forward staring straight into his eyes.

This boy…this young boy standing before me might just be the best thing that has happened to my pack in a long time.

“Jason Adolphus. Please, tell me your story.”