Brianna remained silent; if she had spoken, he could have interpreted her words in two ways: 1. The boy’s father was deceased or absent. She was the Alpha, not the boy’s progenitor. Refrained from further interference. He was unaware of her nature, unable to perceive her scent, and she was cognisant of this fact. Even if he beheld Layla’s eyes, he would not; he could not, unless he could detect her blood, which was not feasible.
“I will present you with two options,” he stated when she declined to respond, “1. Design a dress for my daughter today, this evening, or within two days. I will report you to the council in your country, and they will address the matter.
Brianna gazed at him, uncertain of the Wolfen council’s intentions regarding her. She harbored significant doubt as an isolated renegade. It was probable that they would seize all her funds, require her to register her business, and demand a portion of her profits. She doubted they would genuinely concern themselves with a solitary rogue who had established a comfortable livelihood.
“Punishment, even for a scoundrel, is likely incarceration, apart from your son.” If you are curious, they will extract information about his father and probably deliver him to the man.
Her eyes widened, and she immediately sensed Layla’s whimper. They wished to remain with their son. She averted her gaze and directly observed Logan, who was now gazing up at her. Fearful, he comprehended the implication: they were alone, with no one else but the two of them.
“It is acceptable, mother,” he reassured her, “simply proceed to work for him.”
“He is an intelligent boy.” Alpha Nathan smiled directly at her.
“I lack any of my supplies here,” she half-grated.
I will arrange something. Arrive at my suite in one hour; tardiness will not be tolerated. I will proceed…Additionally, bring the boy. “He captivates my interest.” He then inscribed his room number on a piece of paper and presented it to her, stating, “One hour, Brianna.” “I mean that,” he remarked as he departed from her.
What options were available to her? No information provided.
Ryder’s Perspective
Ryder was seated at his desk in the pack, conducting research on wolves with white eyes, surrounded by a collection of books from the pack’s library archives regarding various wolf species. Numerous tasks remain to be completed.
He instructed Sadie, who remained distressed, to return to her room to unpack, and informed her that he would attempt to contact Brianna Layla again, suggesting that securing an appointment under her mother’s name or another individual within the pack might alleviate the problem. Sadie merely nodded, although she appeared sceptical to him.
She had previously enquired why a she-wolf would abandon her mate. He was unable to provide an answer to that question for her. The girl should not be held responsible for leading Brianna to believe she was his Mate.
Ryder had thoroughly examined the pack’s database for the name Brianna Layla but found no results; there was not even a family with the surname Layla in his pack. He was more perplexed than previously. Perhaps it was merely a different girl.
He dispatched Nolan to fetch Grace to his office. She had stocked Brianna Layla gowns for three and a half years, if his memory served him correctly, and had claimed to have met the woman. He enquired about the manner and timing. While awaiting Grace, he conducted research, as did his Beta, Luca.
Although Luca had informed him, the image of white wolf eyes was nagging at his consciousness, as if he had encountered it or perused it previously, yet he could not fully grasp it. Identical to Ryder in that regard.
Grace entered his office accompanied by Nolan, smiled at him as usual, and then seated herself in the chair opposite his large oak desk. “No fortune with Brianna Layla, Alpha?”“
“Not in the creation of a dress for Sadie, no.” “I indeed had the opportunity to see the woman,” he remarked.
What is Brianna’s current condition? It has been an extended period since I last observed her.
Ryder scowled at her remarks. “What was your level of acquaintance with her?” Has she ever visited the pack? “I discovered that she is a wolf,” he informed her.
“Affirmative!” I am aware of that. Did you not?She was now frowning at him, appearing perplexed by his words.
“No, I did not; even Luca was unable to discern her presence, as her scent was obscured throughout.”
Observed Grace arch an eyebrow, shifting her gaze between him and Luca, displaying no shock at the information he had just conveyed, but rather a curiosity regarding their mention of it or the implication that they ought to have been aware of it beforehand.
“Did she arrive at this pack?” Did you visit her pack to acquire her brand?”
Grace scowled at him intensely. “Alpha, why are you unaware of the answer to that question?” You authorised her employment in my store. Brianna Layla formerly resided here.
That caused him to raise his head. “What?”He had already verified that. Upon arriving home, his initial action was to ascertain whether she could be his Mate. There was no documentation of her presence in this pack.
“I believe I was born into this pack,” Grace asserted. “I believed she had departed, as you had sanctioned her ownership of a store in the human realm; her label was highly successful, with her dresses scarcely remaining on the racks.” Although I was disheartened that she never informed me and departed without a farewell.
“Brianna Layla is sold out in this package.”
“The label at that time simply indicated Brianna.” She presumably altered it upon achieving prominence.
“Pause…Commence anew.” This individual, Brianna Layla, is a member of the pack. I felt no connection to her. I did not grant her permission to open a human world store; however, this would elucidate her reaction to Luca and himself, her former Alpha and his Beta, appearing in her establishment. May have startled her. “There is no documentation of a Brianna Layla; no individual by that name has ever resided in this pack.” “I have already checked,” he informed her.
“This is due to the fact that her surname is not, in fact, Layla.” Dieng. Her name is Brianna Dieng.
“Dieng?”It was Luca, and he was now standing, evidently recalling something.
