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I walked down the hallway with Chalo following obediently behind me. His silver eyes calmly surveyed the environment, harboring curiosity as to why Cane had brought him to the surface while we searched for the freaking doctor.

I needed the doctor to prepare something for me, but he was nowhere to be found. I was seriously considering barging into each and every room until I found him.

I would have loved to use a mind link, but it only worked within a certain proximity, which I found annoying. It was one of the particular gifts we werewolves had that I deeply disliked. If I want to talk to you, I let the words fly out. If I don't, I just don't talk to you.

I grunted in growing frustration, getting very close to doing something uncalled for that the doctor might regret. The only time I needed him to be useful to me, I couldn't seem to find him.

Where in the world was he?

I paused, turning to Chalo. If I do not want to use a mind link, I can at least have someone do it for me, right?

"Get Miller here now!" I said this with my hands on my waist. My head tipped back as I blinked at the ceiling, aware of my anger that hadn't faded an ounce.

Chalo nodded in understanding, and I looked away. The brutal murder of my men was making my head twitch. I needed to ask the doctor questions that needed his expert and honest opinion.

I sighed, pressing myself against the wall with my foot. My head tipped back, and my hands folded on my chest. The sweet scent of vanilla and blooming flowers mixed together wafted through my nose, persistently lingering in the air. I hated that scent since I stepped foot into this bloody building because it dumbed my senses and attempted to hypnotize me.

That little witch.

I almost regretted coming here after perceiving that scent of hers, but my urgent need to speak with Miller steeled my mind. Upon following the instructions given by the nurse, I ended up following a path in which her scent grew stronger with every step I took.

I was beginning to wonder if that nurse was fucking with me as I held myself back from going back to the nurse and giving her a death glare, which might torment her for life, but I brushed my irritation off and continued regardless. I had arrived in front of a door, and sure enough, I could perceive Miller's scent along with my mate's and another plain one that I could tell belonged to that scrawny blonde.

I had a great memory, which meant that not only my hearing and sight were impeccable, but my sense of smell was too. I registered every scent belonging to whoever and whatever I had come across. It was how I was able to figure out that Eliza had a hand in the robbery because I smelled her fading scent on the now deceased rogue, which meant that she had been there when the robbery was happening.

I was greatly disappointed when I opened the door and found Miller missing and mere inches away from tilting a brow at the pale, weak, and fragile-looking woman lying on the bed. The blonde was right next to her, and it was obvious that they were discussing something serious before I rudely interrupted.

While the blonde looked somehow manageable, I couldn't say the same for my so-called mate. Eyebags rested under her eyes; her almost golden eyes were red and puffy, and her rosy cheeks lacked any color. Add those to dry, pale pink lips and extremely slow breaths. She looked sick, and I honestly would have cared if I actually did care.

The bond between us was contradicting my senses, making me want to go to her and comfort her.

What? Over my dead body.

I have yet to get over the hopeless attraction the shitty bond caused, accentuated by alcohol, and what do we have? The unusual act of me fucking someone else, much less a virgin, made me dislike bedding virgins. The whole process of deflowering them and drawing unnecessary blood was irritating. It was one of the major reasons why I chose Freya as my mistress.

I've been more irritable than I was before, and this all started when I met this woman right in front of me. In fact, even having her scent hover in the air was pushing me to consider wrapping my fingers around her neck and choking her until she accepted the rejection.

I sighed, a bit surprised by how violent my thought was. Maybe it was because I heard Fuyu always talk about killing her, which added to my own already growing anger about her, and I so much hated the fact that she was playing with me by not yet accepting my rejection and fucking leaving me alone.

My surprise died down as I felt an aura of seriousness wrap around Fuyu, and it's been there since I set my eyes on that wretched woman today. Knowing Fuyu well, he was in deep thought about something.

"Did you hear something while you were in that woman's room?" Fuyu asked.

"No, only my irritation and lack of interest, if they count." I shrugged at him.

He hummed, resting his big head on his paw.

"Something is bothering you." I knew my wolf very well, and it bothered me that something was bothering him.

Fuyu rarely got bothered because we always had solutions planned out for any problem. So for something to bother him, it meant that whatever it was was something Fuyu couldn't comprehend completely.

"Nothing is bothering me." He gruffly replied.

"Frustrated?" I asked the huge wolf.

He grunted, raising his head and gritting his large teeth in annoyance.

"Where is the damned doctor? I don't like this place, much less the fact that we're standing in wait for a dumb doctor, attracting unnecessary attention, goddamnit!"

His irritation was spiking, and I clearly understood him. My aura has alerted people within this vicinity that their Alpha is around, and I don't want that. I just wanted to breeze in and breeze out.

"My King!"

I heard the hurried voice of Miller as he immediately bowed before me. His breaths were rapid, indicating that he had run all the way here.

"I came as fast as I could after I got the Gamma's mindlink. Please pardon my tardiness; I didn't mean to make you wait."

I gently lowered my head to get a better look at him. His gloved hands were bloody. I eyed them before gradually pushing myself off the wall.

"I'm just coming from a delivery session." He answered my unspoken question regarding his hands. Smart.

I hummed, "Delivery, Huh? What was it?"

With his eyes glistening, he answered, "A beautiful girl. The pack has a new member now."

I nodded slowly with another hum, "congratulations to them." I gestured with my hands in a light wave.

Doctor Miller blinked at my disinterest, swallowing his glee. Good for him, because I wasn't here to play. I signaled Chalo over and turned to Miller, "I sent two mauled bodies over to you. I want an autopsy immediately conducted."

Miller stared between the both of us, our powerfully serious aura choking him. He bowed at Cane,

"Gamma Cane–"

Chalo growled, "I am not Cane. I am his wolf, Chalo. Learn the difference."

Chalo had very little patience for any sort of misbehavior, which made me wonder why he let Cane be a little bit different. Chalo was a very thorough disciplinarian when dealing with people, and so was Cane. The only difference was that Cane was a bit creative with his torture. A very big difference.

Besides, most people have never met Chalo, unless you were at a battlefield where Chalo went all out and became the kill machine that's gotten famous. The only place where one could see Chalo's true insanity came out, and it was pleasing because the battlefield was the place for true art. Other than that, he preferred to stay hidden away in the corners of Cane's mind.

"When do you want the autopsy ready?" Miller asked, trembling a bit.

"Say early tomorrow morning?" I suggested it, but we both know it wasn't a suggestion but an order. The tone can be very misleading.

"So soon?" Miller's eyes widened.

"Is there a problem, doctor?" Chalo growled.

"I-I was just trying to say that tomorrow morning is too soon for the type of autopsy the king wants." He rushed out.

I walked forward with a cool demeanor and a smile that was more fiendish than friendly, because it wasn't. I rested my hand on his shoulder, forcing him to look up at me.

"I walked all the way here to find you... Add to that, you made me wait—congratulations to the new parents, though, but you still made me wait. My men died, Miller, and I'm counting on you to give me the goddamn autopsy by tomorrow, early in the morning. Capeesh?" My eyes glinted red, with a gradual grind of my teeth as my canines peeked out.

He swallowed, nodding immediately. "I'd have it ready, my Alpha."

I let a satisfactory smile grace my lips as I brushed his shoulders. "Excellent Miller, you have proven yourself to be worthy of your reputation as a top doctor."

I turned to Chalo, "one more thing; I need you and Chalo to prepare a replica of the dead bodies... Everything must be mimicked. I want it ready by tomorrow morning as you're delivering the autopsy result."

Chalo turned to me with confusion etched on his face, "My Alpha, what's on your mind?"

I arched a brow at him, and he lowered his eyes.

"Forgive me for prying." He bowed his head.

I turned to take my leave but paused to ask a question that I needed an answer to. After all, it wouldn't change anything if I knew, "There was a lady in saw in the room where the nurse had asked me to check in for you… what was wrong with her?"

I shot him a look from over my shoulders. Miller smiled weakly at me before saying calmly, "I'm afraid I can't tell you, my king. Patient-doctor confidentiality."

I chuckled, impressed at him sticking to his morals and not tattling on her. "Have a nice day, doctor." My hoarse voice said so as I left.