CHAPTER 295: SEARCHING ....... IN THERE OWN WAYS

(Author’s POV)

"We are just normal, ordinary friends and nothing else," Elio clarified, enunciating each word hard. "Anyways, I already have someone in my mind." He then muttered the last sentence under his breath, inaudible for normal humans, but Dion still heard it.

"Wait~ ... wait~ ..... wait~ ..., what? What did you just say?" Dion gave his brother a look full of bewilderment, his mouth agape. "You already have someone, and you didn’t even tell me? When did that happen? Who is it? I didn’t know you were that secretive, Eli. I thought you were the loner type, or maybe androphobic."

Elio ignored his brother’s teasing and blabbering. He didn’t give Dion any more details about the person and kept his mouth sealed. He didn’t want to tell anyone just yet. The first person he wanted to confess his feelings to was none other than the said person herself, Myra Miracle. And rightfully so.

"Not going to say anything, huh? F~ine, don’t tell. I will find out on my own," Dion said with a sneer. "Be my guest, Bro," Elio answered, and he dropped the topic. His eyes then scanned the room for Wendy, but he couldn’t see her again.

Dion was about to tease him about something more, but his phone, which was resting in his pocket, buzzed. When he glanced at the caller ID, his demeanour changed in an instant; he became serious. Turning to Elio, he said, "I need to take this call. It is important. You go ahead and search for your~ .... ’New friend, whose name you forgot’." Saying this, he walked away from Elio and out of the room.

After checking his surroundings, he picked up the call, his voice low and detached, "Have you arrived in Esteria?"

"Yes, young Alpha, I have arrived," the girl on the other side replied.

"Good, where are you right now?" he asked.

"I am outside the Crown Opulence," the girl gave a brief response.

"Ohh~ ... you are here. I am coming out. Stay right there," he instructed and cut the call. He then mindlinked all his brothers, ’I am going back to my room for a brief period. Ohkiez, folks.’ He made sure that they won’t search for him.

Adjusting his cufflinks, he went out to meet the person. As he went outside and swept his gaze around, he saw a blonde haired girl, wearing a black leather miniskirt and a raven colored corset and a zipped tube top on a red Kawasaki motorcycle. She was leaning on the bike with one hand holding a black helmet, a total girl boss look.

Dion made a weird face and strode towards her. The girl saw him approaching, but didn’t react at all. She kept looking her and there as if Dion were a total stranger to her.

When Dion reached closer to her, he mumbled, his voice harsh, "Follow me." And saying this, he walked in another direction.

The girl, after five seconds or so, followed him, her steps slow yet elegant in her leather boots. With each step she took, every eye turned to look at her. Some thought that her fashion sense was weird, while some liked her bold biker attire. But she didn’t react to any of it and just walked in the same direction that Dion had gone.

After walking for a while, Dion halted his steps in a place where there was no one else. He sniffed the air around to confirm and felt at ease when there was no lingering trace of any intruder.

He then turned around, gave the girl a once over and questioned, "Anya, what’s up with your look?"

Anya, his secret human aide, answered him in a mechanical tone, "I came as you instructed. This is my disguise, young Alpha Dion."

Dion was at a loss for words. Yes, he had told her to come in disguise, but not like that. She was standing out too much. ’Sometimes, she reminds me that she is just a naïve human being,’ Drey muttered inside his head. Dion sighed, pinched his nose bridge and said, "Forget it, I called you here for something important."

He then forwarded Myra’s picture to Anya’s number, "Investigate this person for me. Search for her whereabouts. She is currently hiding somewhere in Esteria. Find her location within twenty four hours for me," he gave his orders. He made it sound like Myra was some kind of business delegate. He kept his tone detached and unaffectionate.

Anya, as his loyal subordinate, didn’t question him. She just answered, "Yes, young Alpha, I will find her whereabouts. And sent it to you."

"Good. And make sure to do it discreetly. This is the turf of the Vampire King himself. Don’t alert him or his people," he warned her.

"Don’t worry, I will be thorough with my investigation," Anya’s response gave him confidence. Then she asked the most important question, "Young Alpha, what is her name?"

In a strained and a little hoarse voice, he said, "Myra Miracle."

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At the other side of the room, Alaric went after every single girl who had even the slightest bit of similarity with Myra. Alex insisted on that; he didn’t want to take any chances this time. If that girl was somehow Myra, he didn’t want to let her get away this time. He wants to seize her.

Despite his discomfort, Alaric approached the girls one by one. The women, of course, were beyond thrilled that someone like Alaric Everests was willing to even talk to them for a brief moment. But after a series of failures, she still couldn’t find any girl with the same vibe as Myra’s.

Feeling dejected, he wanted to drop the idea, chalking it down to his wolf being just desperate and having illusions. But Alex was being all whiny, ’I am telling you this time, Al. She was for sure our mate. How can I take another person as her, hmm?’

’You said the same thing last night. And the result? You are already aware. Neither that girl from yesterday nor this one is her. It is all just inside your head. Because if she were here, we could have sensed her scent by now. There is none, Alex. Just accept it,’ Alaric answered.

Alex still didn’t wanted to admit defeat, though he also knew that there was no scent in the air whatsoever. He and Alaric were in a battle of words when Brave walked towards him, "I am glad you came. I thought you would be cooped up in your room when you said you won’t attend."

"Just came to check up on you," Alaric replied casually.

"Where is your suit jacket? You are not someone to wear a normal shirt and trousers in a setting like this," Brave remarked, looking at his rather ordinary attire. Without his jacket, he wore a classic ivory dress shirt and charcoal black pants, paired with Italian leather shoes.

"A waiter spilled some drink on it. Anyway, are you done? Has Jacob told you when the meeting will take place?" Alaric asked.

"Chairman Larson said, as soon as the seminar ends, we will head to the conference room. Have you prepared all the required material?" Brave inquired.

"Checked, revised, thoroughly. The meeting will go just as planned. He won’t be able to say decline our offer," Alaric was confident as he said this. After all, he and Brave have been tirelessly working for this one thing to go smoothly. Not just the Moon Shine Pack, but also other werewolf communities’ future and safety were involved. A lot was at stake, and they couldn’t afford a single mistake.

His eyes then somehow drifted towards Brave’s right hand. He held his wrist and asked, "Where is the protective charm that Nora had given to you?"

Brave’s facial expression turned perplexed. He checked his wrist and realized there was no string with a crescent moon on it, and a sense of dread and foreboding hit him.

Seeing his expression, Alaric tried to ease him a little, "You must have left it in your room."

"NOO~ .... I didn’t take it off at all. Not even once. When~ .... When did this happen?" Brave felt guilty as well as anxious. "I need to find it. I can’t lose that charm."

Brave was someone who was really attached to such things. So, he instantly became tense and started searching for it. Alaric stated, "I will help you with it. When was the last time you saw it?"

"The last time~ .....?" Brave tried to search his memory and was reminded that when he extended his hand for Elisa, the string was on his wrist. "When we entered the venue."

"Ohk, got it. Maybe you dropped it there. You search here. I will look for it near the gate," Alaric suggested, and they immediately went on with their search.

Alaric started searching the place, looking for any trace of the crescent moon attached red thread. But the task was not easy. People were coming and going, constant interruption, so it was difficult to look for something so tiny.

Seeing him, Elisa approached and asked, "Mr. Alaric, do you need some help?"

To Be Continued . . . . . . . .