Wanted: Matchmaker for the Alpha

Gwy's POV

"Find her."

I arched my brow at him. "W-what?"

"I said, find her!" The man snapped at me. Impatience grew fond of his existence. His perfect deep-set hazel eyes darted in my direction. He was on the verge of killing someone through his stare.

Unfortunately, that someone was me.

I shuddered. Though he was just a few inches away from where I was incarcerated, I could feel that 80% of my entire shaking was because of his uncalled apparition.

Heck, I didn't even know if I should just stare at his perfect chiseled jawline, a few stubbles around his thin but kissable lips, and his well-carved sexy back plus his perfect ass, or just settle with pleading for my life!

I moaned inside my head.

Damn it, I couldn't concentrate on my scared mode. This perpetrator was too gorgeous to even be hated.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about—" I lied, shaking my head.

"Do I need to rip you apart or will you do as I say?!" he cut me off, threatening me.

I jumped in terror. "I-I will do it! I will do it!" I abruptly agreed without even thinking about what I just said. I just bit my lower lip and momentarily shut my eyes. I was just hanging on for dear life.

"Dang you, Gwyneth Hathaway! Why did you agree?!" Grace, my silver-gray wolf, barked at me. She, too, was frustrated as I am right at this very moment.

"I don't have a choice, Grace. If I oppose, he'd kill me!" I hissed while mind-linking. "Do you have any other idea, huh? Mind you, I'm about to lose my career!"

Grace just rolled her eyes and blocked me.

Ha! The nerve of this spoiled brat!

I was tied behind my back while seated on a steel chair. Beads of sweat profusely came out of my temples and neck. Behind me were my assistants, Cloud and Ephy, both tied with their mouths filled with dirty socks. Ephy was already smothered with her own tears begging to be released.

Two other men were just staring at me, waiting for their boss to gavel down the official decree to finally castigate me if I ever try to lie to their Alpha's face.

I gulped and stared back at the Alpha who just suddenly barged into my temple asking me to find 'her'.

This Alpha is none other than the infamous Devon Guillermo from Black Dew Pack located in New York City. He is famous for his 2-mile-rule border to each neighboring pack. Everyone literally hated him for his ruthlessness and unreasonable bounty-hunting prowess. He liked hunting the Most-wanted rogues all over South America. He would either make slaves out of them or kill them slowly. He is the epitome of a punisher. His methods are creepy and sinisterly disturbing like how serial killers in the human world existed.

And now that he was in front of me, I couldn't stop trembling.

This man wanted me to find his mate.

As a self-proclaimed and well-known Matchmaker in New Orleans, here was I, about to lose my career to this despicable, gorgeous werewolf.

I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes. I sighed and looked at him once more. "If you keep on scaring me, my power won't work!" I uttered.

"What do you mean it won't work? Do you want to die?" he threatened me again. "Find her! Find my mate or you will be stuck with me forever!"

"Okay! Okay!" I said, resigning. "You need to remove this off my hands. I need to do the ritual so that I can start finding your mate." I rolled my eyes as I was saying this. I just hope he didn't catch a glimpse at it.

Devon thought for a second while massaging the stubbles around his chin. After that, he looked at me with a spiteful look. "How can I trust you?"

"If you're not going to trust me, then why are you here? Hey, Mr. Alpha. I'm a matchmaker, remember? I don't bite," I reasoned, though I was really telling him the truth.

Devon nodded and signaled the other guys to uncuff me. Finally, I was free!

I looked up at him skeptically. He didn't seem to be the type of guy who believed in fairytales like having mates for life. Oh, well, who am I to judge? Almost everyone in New Orleans wanted to find their mates. This place became the den of love. But seeing a ruthless Alpha from New York come to me for the same matter, it's a bit surprising.

Devon eyed me ruefully. "You have a minute to figure out what to do or else, you'll pay for wasting my time!" He gritted at his last word.

I smirked. "Hardly! Mr. Alpha, magic doesn't have a shortcut. What is to be done, is to be done."

"Then, do it!" He slammed his fists on top of the table while leaning toward me.

I jumped again. After that, I decided to close my eyes and breathed slowly in and out. I deducted my focus until I could only focus on a small light inside my head.

I suddenly lifted my right hand showing my open palm at Devon. "Give me your hand..." I demanded. When I felt that there was no hand offered on my palm, I took a peek and eyed him. "My 1 minute is running out!" I snapped.

This time, it was his turn to jump a little. After that, he decided to put his hand on top of my palm.

Then, I returned to closing my eyes. I focused again until I found the same light inside my head.

I came there walking until I was face to face with that bright light. I opened my palm and lifted it. Soon after, the light glided and automatically transferred to my palm.

The bright light exploded all over the place and in a millisecond, I was transported into a different place.

I squinted momentarily because of it. Slowly, the bright light subsided and I was able to adjust my eyesight.

When I opened my eyes, I saw an endless hall. The ground and walls were the same red and dark marble element.

I gasped when somebody hit my whole body. I shivered and automatically embraced myself. Several deathly hisses whispered into my ear. When I looked up, a dead soul passed through me.

I was already inside the world of the dead.

I always come here whenever I have matchmaking missions. But right now, I was a bit scared. My resolve wasn't so confident compared to what I had been for the past couple of weeks.

I walked further and was looking for a dark pixie soul.

Dark pixies are souls of typical pixies after death. They have slimy skin and deformed body parts. As a matchmaker and a witch, I ask for their presence to get some information. With that, I would ask them to change their faces into the mates of each individual coming to me. It was our tradition of ritual that I came to master myself.

It was like forever was not enough to wait for this creature to appear. I kept on walking and looking at each soul I pass by.

Then, all of a sudden, a fast-walking deathly creature ran past me.

"W-wait!" I shouted at it.

Then, the dark pixie stopped in its tracks.

I walked closer to its back while catching my breath. "Dark Pixie, show me Alpha Devon Guillermo's mate! Show me her face!" I demanded.

I saw the dark pixie turn its head to me. Then, grinned showing nothing but its teeth full of cavities.

Slowly, its face gradually boiling, deforming. The change was fully completed and its face was turned into the mate I was asked to find. That was when I was taken aback by the face the dark pixie showed me.

I slowly flinched and shook my head in disbelief. I shuddered at the face the dark pixie showed me.

"N-no. No, that can't be!"

"Go back!" I tightly shut my eyes and waved my hand in unison. I quickly summoned my own soul back to my physical body. I gasped and quickly opened my eyes.

I came back to my body. I looked at the man who was expecting an answer from me.

Devon's face was too hopeful. It was his first time looking at me thoughtfully.

"So, what now? Did you see her?"

I looked away. "I'm sorry. But what I will tell you will not be a good answer..."

"What are you talking about?"

I sighed and momentarily closed my eyes. I even held my temple. Then, I faced him. "Mr. Alpha Devon, you're mateless."