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He smiled at his father, it was an urgent matter that he was going to attend and the main reason was that Matthew doesn't want his father to know that he can't even solve a small riddle, "Are you sure my boy?" asked his father getting up from the chair, brushing the creases on his suit, "It's ok dad I am fine" assured Matthew with a smile, his dad nodded and left holding his Luna's hand, Matthew was back to his business, he started scrolling on his phone to find the answer on the internet, many things were displayed, many kinds of animal photos with crippled bodies but none showed the exact answer, ******* Myra was enjoying her day back, playing around, collecting wildflowers, and sleeping o

“Who are you, and what do you want with me?” I asked sternly. He didn't say a word at first, but rather looked at me intently. “So, you are the mate to Almighty, Alpha Xander, and the white wolf?” “What has that got anything to do with you? I asked with rage. “There's no need to get all mad at me. Matter of fact, I'm impressed to finally meet the white wolf everyone is talking about.”

Mew said with confidence "He is my new found mate." Richard another alpha got surprised and asked "What is this new story Alpha??" Mew's wolf growled in anger and voiced in his alpha voice "Are you guys telling that I am lying??" Kint other alpha from Eastern territory said in fear "No. Alpha we believe you but he is male and.." Mew cut his sentence and continued "He is an omega and my mate. we don't know how but this is the truth."

“Alright, but what’s in for me?” Rhea frowned. What could he want in return? Then she felt alarmed. What did she knew about that guy? What if he turned out to be a sadist or a pervert? What kind of trouble had she landed into this time? She looked back at him blandly clueless of what to propose. Matt sighed. “It’s not what you’re thinking. I need you to give me information on someone. If I help you, promise me you will answer all my questions when I ask them.”

After asking the question, Matt finally got his answer and stopped being curious. But Ella suddenly remembered something. She turned her head to look at Matt and, imitating his tone, asked a riddle, "That child is not his, right?" Matt: "..." This riddle really stumped Matt for a moment. The child was easy to guess—it was obviously Theo. But who was the "he" in Ella's question? If she was referring to Lucas, then the answer was definitely no.

“Rachel is your childhood friend, and she knows everything about you. She’s definitely better than the other woman outside.” “Not necessarily. You can’t judge a book by its cover, after all,” Matthew sneered. He clearly knew what kind of person Rachel was. As he thought of how his mother praised Rachel for being gentle and kind, Matthew’s heart began to beat frantically. Was his mother not a gentle and kind person too?

Beau said. >that's a lie and you know it, Beau< I said to him through the link that we shared and he raised a brow Can we go back to reading what the book says about alphas and why AJ's Dad can't break the mate bond between him and his mom? I asked and Mama smiled and Beau sighed.

Matthew chuckled “You haven’t even seen the worst of it. It’s not possible to get past her.” I grinned “it’s not that bad. Is it?” Matthew facepalmed “it’s bad o. I can’t even lie to you because it’s like you can read my mind,” he said. I laughed slightly. I didn’t want to laugh too much so that my wound wouldn’t get stressed and start hurting. “It’s fine, continue trolling me. I’ll take it.” I said. My door opened up again to reveal Radike who came running and gave me the tightest hug I had ever received in my life.

##Chapter 046 ##The Pledge of the Mother The Hollow Den breathed around me like a living creature. Every drip of water sliding down its stone walls, every flicker of moonlight through cracks above, seemed amplified inside my chest. After the marks had seared across my abdomen, after the Matrons had spoken with voices both blessing and curse, I believed nothing else could shake me. I was wrong. As silence stretched, Oya’s gaze weighed on me—not just her eyes, but the ghosts of all the women before me she seemed to carry in them. And in that moment, the truth struck. There was no going back.

“Oh, you’re loving this.” “Are you kidding? Of course I am. My bloodline lives on. In fangs.” Matt chose that moment to walk in, towel around his neck, and earbuds still in. He took one look at Rain’s smug grin and my frazzled expression and paused. “Okay. What’d I miss? Did Rain finally drink Lia’s special creamer again?” “He thinks Rowan’s his,” I said, pointing dramatically. “Because—fangs.” Matt’s eyes lit up. “Oh, hell. Dracula Jr. is real?”