Bought a Wolf Pup at the Black Market, Found Out His Father Is Alpha King Chapter 07
Chapter 7 The Necklace
It was already afternoon by the time I got home.
The second I opened the door, I heard clinking from inside.
Dylan sat at the dining table with his back perfectly straight and a spelling workbook propped in front of him like a prop.
The TV was still warm, the remote was hidden under the couch cushion, and he hadn’t even finished one line of words.
Looking like a kid caught stealing, he struck first.
“Why are you home so late? I’m starving!”
“Do you know how much homework kindergarten gives? I had spelling all day and skill training too, and now I come home and can’t even get a hot meal!”
“Tomorrow I’m reporting you to the Pup Welfare League for child abuse!”
I looked at his puffed-up little face and suddenly felt a pang.
Usually, I would’ve grabbed his ear and exposed his little act on the spot.
But now? There was no point adding one more count to the list of reasons I might die.
“What do you want to eat? I’ll make it right now.”
“I’m sick of your cooking. I want chicken nuggets. Fries. Ketchup.”
Like hell he did.
The kid was already round as a little barrel.
But then I remembered he was Alpha King Soren’s son.
Once he went back, he probably wouldn’t get to eat much commoner junk food like this anymore.
“No problem. You can have as much as you want.”
I was about to order takeout when Dylan suddenly blew up.
“Forget it! I don’t want it anymore!”
He slammed down the workbook, stormed off on his short legs, and banged his bedroom door shut so hard the whole place shook.
That night, I thought about it for a long time.
Truth was, Dylan hadn’t exactly loved me during these three months.
He’d said more than once that he wanted to run away.
If he found out his real father was Alpha King Soren, he’d probably leave without a second thought.
My plan was simple: take him straight to the gates of Darkmoon.
Once he revealed who he was, the guards would take him to Soren themselves.
The real problem was how to convince Dylan not to sell me out when Soren started asking questions.
My bedroom door cracked open.
“Dylan? What time is it? Why aren’t you asleep?”
“My wound hurts.”
I sprang up in alarm.
Back at the black market, he’d been so badly whipped he could barely stand, and he hadn’t complained once.
Now his body was healed, and suddenly he was hurting?
I hurried over to check him.
His little arms and legs were smooth and soft, plump as tiny sausages.
Not just no scars—there wasn’t even a mark.
“Where does it hurt?”
“…Inside.”
I froze.
“You want to send me away, don’t you?”
My heart sank.
“I heard you. On the phone with Eugene. You’re going to give me back to my real dad.”
“I…”
“I know who I am now. I’m Alpha King Soren’s son. I remember everything.”
He bit his lip.
“But I’m not going back.”
“I don’t want to be some Alpha’s son. I don’t want to be a white wolf. I just want to be Dylan. Your Dylan.”
He climbed into my bed and burrowed under the blankets, leaving only his golden eyes showing.
“You said if I didn’t brush my teeth, I’d get cavities, so I brushed them.
You said I had to wear slippers and stop running barefoot, and I did.
You said I wasn’t allowed to fight kids at school, but today David insulted you first, so that one doesn’t count.”
“Don’t send me back. Please?”
My eyes went hot.
“Okay.”
After Dylan fell asleep, my phone buzzed.
[Unknown Number: You left something at the club.]
I tapped the photo.
My bone pendant.
[Unknown Number: Come downstairs. I brought it to you.]
I stared at the screen.
Then I ran to the balcony.
A black SUV was parked below.
The hood was still warm.
A tall figure leaned against the side, a cigarette between his fingers, sparks flickering in the night wind.
Soren.
My first thought was simple.
I was a dead woman walking.
