Bought a Wolf Pup at the Black Market, Found Out His Father Is Alpha King Chapter 08

Bought a Wolf Pup at the Black Market, Found Out His Father Is Alpha King Chapter 08

Chapter 8 The Bone Pendant 

If death was already knocking, running wasn’t 

going to save me. 

So I tore through my closet, found the prettiest dress I owned, and put on makeup. 

If I was going to die, I’d do it looking good. 

When I got downstairs, Soren was still wearing the 

same jacket from earlier. 

In the moonlight, his sharp features looked carved 

from stone. 

When he saw me, one corner of his mouth lifted 

slightly, and he crushed out the cigarette in his 

hand. 

Then he opened his palm. 

“Yours?” 

The small pendant rested there, the flower carved 

from bone glowing softly’under the moon. 

I nodded and reached for it. 

His hand closed. 

“If I’m not mistaken, this is living wolf bone.” 

My fingers froze. 

“Werewolves make vows with dead bone,” he said. 

“Very few people know this, but living bone from a rare wolf line can bring someone back from the edge of death. 

It’s worth a fortune. 

Problem is, carving bone out is like driving a silver 

blade through the chest. 

No werewolf survives it.” 

His eyes stayed on me. 

“The person who gave this to you is interesting. 

Not only did he tear out his own bone for you, he carved it into a flower. 

Your name’s Flora. 

Tell me that wasn’t just to make you smile.” 

The second he finished, an image flashed through 

my mind. 

An abandoned shelter. 

A man half–sitting on a wooden bed. 

He was hunched over, his upper body wrapped in bandages, his voice so weak it sounded like it could break at any second. 

“The bone’s already out anyway. Might as well 

carve a flower for you. If it gets one smile out of you, then it was worth it.” 

Pain split through my skull. 

I pressed a hand to my temple. 

The back of my neck felt hot, like a mate mark 

reacting to a living Mate Bond. 

No. 

Why did I even know what that felt like? 

“I don’t remember,” I said, my voice hoarse. 

“I was hurt before. 

Somehow I ended up in some kind of deep sleep 

for two years. 

By the time I woke up, the end–times were over. 

My brain was damaged. 

A lot of my memories were gone.” 

“This necklace was already on me when I woke up. 

I don’t know where it came from.” 

I’d asked a lot of people before. 

Some told me the bone pendant had probably 

saved my life. 

It likely came from my former mate, and through the Mate Bond, it had sealed my failing body when I was near death, then spent two years rebuilding 

my bloodline. 

Soren’s expression darkened. 

I could feel the atmosphere around him change. 

Great. 

He definitely didn’t believe me. 

Honestly, I couldn’t blame him. 

Even to me, lost memory and enchanted sleep sounded as corny as a bad romance novel. 

But Soren said nothing. 

He simply opened his hand, and the cool pendant 

fell back into my palm. 

Then he turned to leave. 

“That’s it? You’re leaving?” 

. 

“What else would I do?” 

“N–no, nothing… Have a good night.” 

He paused, as if remembering something. 

Some of the hardness left his jaw. 

“By the way. You look beautiful tonight.” 

I blinked, then looked down at my dress. 

Wait. 

Did Soren think I got dressed up like this for him? 

My expression must have changed, because he 

actually smiled. 

“Is Dylan home alone? Go back up and stay with 

him. 

He’s still little. 

If he wakes up and doesn’t see anyone, he’ll get scared.” 

I turned and started running back. 

Before I went inside, I looked back once. 

Soren was still standing there, his shadow 

stretched long beneath the moon. 

On impulse, I called out, “Don’t be too upset. In two days, your son will be back with you. I… promise.” 

Soren blinked. 

“Doesn’t matter. I’m not looking anymore.” 

I thought I had heard him wrong. 

“What?” 

“It’s just one son. If he’s gone, he’s gone.” 

He shrugged. 

“And that pup of mine eats too much, throws a 

bad attitude, and causes trouble everywhere. 

Whoever ended up raising him has my 

condolences. 

Honestly, I should be thanking them.” 

I stared at him. 

You know what? That did sound a lot like bad luck.