My Mate From Another World

Adeline

Milka didn’t help at all, and I ended up with a headache. She keeps pestering me about coming with me into Kaiser’s world when I don’t even know if that is even possible. “Adeline, it’s been 3 days since you talked to me about that other world; are you still not going to disappear?” she asked, so I was shocked. We are in the packhouse, walking our way to my bedroom, and we just passed by Dad’s office. I covered her mouth with my hands in fear that my father would hear her.

I quickly pulled her to my room and asked after I shut the door, “Are you crazy? What if Dad hears you?”

“Fine, I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m feeling excited, and I really want to come with you.”

“Milka, it’s not as easy as you think. I already told you that I was pulled there without any warnings.”

“I’m sure there’s a reason behind it. Think of what you were doing before you got pulled. There must be some hints in it.”

“Alright, the first time it happened was when I was on my way to Mike. I was running in the woods, and suddenly the place started to feel unfamiliar. Then that rogue that I told you about-”

“Your dad’s friend?” she asked, and I nodded before I continued telling her all the details of my interdimensional travel.

“Okay. So, the first and second trips were in connection with Mike. While the other two were in this room.”

“That’s what I told you.”

“Then what’s the connection between your room and Mike?” She asked, “There must be something that connects the two, or there’s something in this room and Mike that is connected to you in any way.”

“You know what? I am starting to get a headache from all these conversations. As much as I want to know more about this phenomenon that has been happening to me, I still can’t put my duties and responsibilities on hold. So stop asking more questions because I don’t have an answer. Why don’t you help me find out the cause of death of the man whom I thought came from Kaiser’s world instead?”

“Fine, if that’s what you want. But make sure that you will keep me informed about everything that will happen to you.”

“Deal,” I replied. Not giving her a chance to say more. I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her out of my bedroom, oblivious to the drawer on my bedside table emitting lights.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Just as we’re about to leave the packhouse, Daniel calls me. I turned and looked at him, and I found him staring at Milka. It wasn’t the first time he saw, or rather, they saw each other, so I wondered why he seemed different. “Where are you going?” he asked after he averted his gaze at me.

“To the morgue.”

“What are you going to do there?”

“We’re going to check on the dead man’s body,” Milka replied.

“And you’re going to come with her?” he asked,

“Wait, why are you suddenly concerned about my friend? I am not going to let anything happen to her, so relax.” I chimed in.

“Believe it or not, but you scream trouble, Adeline,” he replied, which made Milka laugh, so I glared at her. She raised her hands in surrender before she stopped laughing. But I could still see the curving of her lips, which only meant that she was trying to hold her laughter.

“Whatever Daniel,” I said, grabbing Milka’s hand again, but my brother stopped me once more. “What is it?” I asked, annoyed.

“You don’t need to go there. Dad had been there, and the police didn’t want to give him any information regarding the autopsy result.” That pisses me off. We need all the help we can get, so I wonder why those humans didn’t want to cooperate with us.

“No. I want to know how that man managed to travel from Kaiser’s world to here.” I replied in a low voice, cautious about our surroundings. I didn’t want anyone to hear that. Daniel sighed before he replied,

“Make sure not to do anything stupid that will put Dad in trouble.” I nodded my head and smiled before leaving. We use Milka’s car, and the reason I bring her is simply because none of the humans knew that she was a witch. That’s how great she is. Only someone of her kind could tell, or if she let you know about it. Even in the Nightingale Pack, only a few pack members knew it.

“Officer Hunt,” the police officer Dad talked to when we reached the border because of the man’s dead body, welcomed us upon arrival at the station. I offered him my hand for a shake, and I had a feeling that he didn’t want to. Maybe because he thinks I’m a woman and young.

“What made you come here?” he asked, not hiding his frustration. Milka raised a brow but kept it unnoticed so we wouldn’t get thrown out of the police station. We both wanted to see the dead body.

“We came here to offer our help,” I answered politely.

“What kind of help are you willing to offer?”

“It depends on our findings.”

“What do you mean depends on your findings?” he asked, raising a brow at me. He must have been thinking that I was not capable of finding out anything.

“Allow us to look into the body if you don’t want to share the autopsy report,” I replied commandingly. Hunt chuckled in disbelief. He really doesn’t want to share any information they have.

“You are not in the position to request that,” he replied with a stoic face.

“I am not requesting; I am telling you.” I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Even if I knew that the kind of attitude I have right now would not be of help, I still couldn’t help but open my mouth. It must have been the alpha blood in me that simultaneously made me feel incredibly confident and authoritative.

“You are not in your pack to command. This is a police station, and as officers, we must abide by the laws and regulations of our human government. Do you get that? HUMAN GOVERNMENT.” He replied, stressing his last two words.

“Officer, if I may speak,” Milka chimed in politely. Just how did she do that? She’s so calm and is smiling like an angel. “Please pardon my friend for being arrogant. She has not had her sleep for days thinking about the dead man. She was enraged at the thought that there was someone out there who killed a man who couldn’t even fight. She has a clear intention, and that is to give justice to the victim and at the same time punish the criminal, especially when he is a supernatural being.”

Hunt didn’t say anything; he was just staring back at Milka. I started to think that her angelic act wouldn’t work when the police officer sighed and said, “Alright, follow me.” I looked at my friend, creasing my forehead while she just shrugged her shoulders and gave me that “That’s how you do it” look.

We followed Officer Hunt and passed the onlooking other police officers who might be wondering what the two beauties were doing in a place like this. Well, that’s my wishful thinking. I am known in this city and know exactly who and what I am. And I am far from a beauty. Milka will pass the adjective, but me, nuh. I’m far from angelic.

The police stopped in front of a door and opened it; he let us in before he did and closed the door. “Take a seat,” he said, pointing at the chairs we gladly took. He went to a filing cabinet and took a folder before he sat with us and handed me the documents. “That’s the report.”

I opened the folder and started reading. Although this was supposed to be about police matters and they use their own terminologies, I could still understand the contents since I grew up reading them. “What the-” I exclaimed before looking at Hunt. He nodded his head and sighed deeply.

“The autopsy says that there’s no reason for him to die. Everything in him was intact and in good condition. He’s clean and has no vices that may cause a heart attack or any kind of illness.”

“And what? He just died?” I asked, raising a brow.

“You can answer that. We are humans, and death because of illness, accidents, and murder is mainly the cause of our deaths. I don’t know about supernatural beings,” he answered, and he had a point. Although we could die the way humans did, unexplainable death was something common for our kind.

“Can we have a look at the body?” Milka interrupted us.

“You’re a human; what can you possibly do even if you see it?”

“I am not your ordinary human, officer,” she replied.

Again, Hunt nodded his head and went out of the room. We drove from the police station to the morgue. He was greeted by some people as we walked our way to a freezer-like room where the dead bodies were kept. He pulled one of the cabinets there. That’s what I call it since it looks like a cabinet to me, but that is where the dead bodies are.

“Here he is,” he said. Milka and I approached him and took a look. Fuck, he really looks like the rogue I killed in Kaiser’s world. I should have asked that moron to do an autopsy on his body as well.

“Let me touch him,” Milka said, and she did as she said. I knew what she was about to do, so I waited. But I wasn’t prepared for her reaction. She covered her mouth with her other hand. Her eyes, which were supposed to be closed, were round and wide, looking at me. What the fuck did she see?