Bought a Wolf Pup at the Black Market, Found Out His Father Is Alpha King Chapter 06
Chapter 6 Dinner and Scent
I didn’t sleep all night.
I kept going back and forth between turning myself in and running away before dawn.
But Dylan had a real father.
Sooner or later, I had to give him back.
After wrestling with it all night, I finally asked Eugene to meet me the next day.
I wanted to find out first what kind of attitude Soren had toward his son.
If Alpha King Soren was some violent monster, then no matter what it cost me, I was going to protect Dylan.
Eugene picked a famous werewolf private club for dinner.
The place was elegant and nearly impossible to get into.
The second I walked inside, I realized the entire main hall was empty.
“The chief rented the place out,” Eugene said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.
“No outside guests for months.
But I’m friends with the manager here, so he made an exception and gave me a private room.”
He quickly added, “Don’t worry. The chief hasn’t been in the pack lately. And he’s generous. He won’t mind.”
We had barely sat down when the front doors opened.
A tall figure walked in.
Black tactical jacket.
Combat boots.
Hair dark.
Features sharp enough to cut.
Around his neck hung a wolf fang—the mark of an Alpha King.
But what stole the air from my lungs was his gaze.
Cold.
Deadly.
Like an undercurrent moving beneath ice.
Eugene went white instantly.
He shot to his feet so fast his chair nearly tipped over.
“C-Chief!”
Soren gave a casual nod.
He had already started walking deeper inside when he suddenly stopped.
His nose twitched.
Then he turned his head, and his eyes locked onto me.
“Who is this?”
“M-my friend.”
“I remember this place not allowing outsiders.”
“I’m sorry… I’ll take her and leave right now!”
Honestly, I would’ve loved to leave.
I stood up too.
But then Soren spoke.
“Forget it. Just don’t do it again.”
“T-thank you!”
Eugene had barely sat back down before the same man who had looked like death a moment ago calmly pulled out a chair and sat with us.
“That’s a lot of food. Mind if I join?”
No one could have guessed that Alpha King Soren himself would sit down for dinner with a Beta guard.
Eugene flushed like a tomato, his voice shaking.
“It’s an honor to eat with you! You were my idol when I was little—no, I mean, I was your idol when I was little—”
I was still trying to figure out whether those two sentences were actually any different when my phone buzzed.
[Unknown Number 1: I’m dying. Is Eugene in charge of comedy now? But Soren’s always cold. Why would he suddenly eat with them?]
[Unknown Number 2: He noticed something. Werewolves already have sharp noses, and white wolves are even more scent-sensitive. He definitely smelled Dylan on Flora.]
[Unknown Number 3: Little guy’s finally about to be saved. I swear watching him do spelling homework these past few weeks almost gave me a breakdown.]
[Unknown Number 4: I can’t wait to see Alpha King Soren roast this woman alive with wolf fire.]
Was I about to become barbecue?
I jolted so hard I nearly jumped out of my skin, and when I looked up, I met Soren’s steady stare.
Eugene was still rambling about something when Soren asked, in an offhand tone, “Your nephew goes to a wolf kindergarten, right?”
Eugene nodded at once.
“Yeah. Close to home. Pretty ordinary place.”
“If she’s the mother of his classmate, then her son is a wolf pup too.”
He looked at me.
“Judging by the scent, the child’s father should be a rare wolf line, right?”
White wolf.
That was what he meant.
Before I could answer, Eugene jumped in.
“Chief, do you mean Dylan might be a white wolf? Hah. Dylan’s a white beagle mix. Dogs and wolves come from the same root, so the scent’s similar. Maybe that’s all you’re picking up.”
Soren’s eyes stayed on me.
“This lady’s a single mother,” Eugene continued with a sigh.
“Her husband died in the end-times war.
Honestly, if Dylan really were a white wolf, it’d be great.
She could at least apply for pack aid based on his bloodline, and life wouldn’t be this hard.”
“Is that so?” Soren set down his knife and fork without expression.
“Then maybe I was mistaken.”
By the time I walked out, my legs were still shaking.
Thank God Dylan’s enrollment form said white beagle.
But dogs and wolves were still different species.
That lie wasn’t going to hold forever.
