Sold To My Alpha Mate

Venom’s POV

“It’s pretty late to make any movement anywhere, besides, where are you from? ”

The woman looked at me even more curious about my case.

“I’m Venom, from Black Moon’s pack.” I explained to her.

She didn’t seem like she got any form of recognition from what I had told her. I felt that would be in my favor if I still hid my Identity.

“Well, I’m not sure we can do anything tonight, but how about tomorrow?” She tried getting me to give up on the idea of leaving for the night.

“It’s quite urgent, my mate’s not feeling well and I could really use the help as soon as possible.” There was still urgency in my tone which I hoped she would favor and come along.

Her son was seated on a couch watching the conversation take place. I exchanged eye contact with him hoping he would persuade his mom for me.

“What exactly is the problem? How about we start from there and as we continue progress will surely come forth. Don’t worry.” She sounded soothing, it was just hard to be calm with what was going on back at home.

“She’s an omega from hell’s pit scheduled to fight in a final battle soon and she’s been momentarily ill. It goes from collapsing sometimes to falling ill.”

” And you’ve tried the normal ways of treating these things?” She asked me.

” Yes, we have.”

She nodded and calmed for a bit. I sat there in suspense hoping she would be able to come up with something.

” There are chances of different things happening to her.” She started. ” It’s possible she could be transforming or she has been infected. I’m not sure of which, but seeing her is important.” She ended her statement.

It didn’t seem like I would be getting her to buy the idea of leaving the house that evening anytime soon, I had to give up. “When do we live in the morning?”

“As early as we can,” she said.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

” It’s late already and I’ll suggest you sleep till when we can leave for your pack.” She advised, she had a caring expression on her face.

Perhaps, I was getting to see the age old part in the young face she had donned for herself.

” Alright, thank you everyone. It’s time for me to have my own private concern with the visitor.” Her son came forth and instantly understood what he wanted.

” Well, I’ll leave you boys to yourself. I have some catching up to do with my kitchen. Be on your best behavior, Larry.” She said as she left the room for both of us.

Larry came to the couch where I was seated and made his move, “how do I get paid now?”

“A cheque?” I wrote one and handed it to me.

When he saw the numbers on his paper, the assumed shock I supposed he would have was even greater than I expected.

“Is everything alright there?” His mom called out from the kitchen.

The man had managed to let out a shout of celebration that shook the house. I smiled and silently prayed to the gods that Maya would get relieved of the things that were hindering her health.

The man thanked me profusely and went to join his mother.

I watched as he danced joyfully. I was tired after all I had gone through, throughout the day and laid myself straight on the couch that I sat on.

I imagined what was going on with Maya, I had not called home yet, but it was intentional. I didn’t want to make any communication unless I was sure that I would be coming back with a solution.

“There’s a guest house for you. You can sleep there,” the woman came in and quickly suggest when she saw where I laid.

” It’s fine. I’m more worried than ready to rest, I’ll be okay. Don’t worry.” I told her.

Even her son had entered the living room and suggested the same thing, but I didn’t give in to the persuasion.

Everyone disbanded, life and movements ended in the house and it was still. They had all gone to their respective rooms.

It was hard for me to shut my eyes, thoughts would haunt me and I would constantly roll around the couch where I laid on.

At one point, I stood up and moved around for a little bit. Admiring the portraits in the room and the old looking painting of the war. It wasn’t faded, it just didn’t look recent.

“Maya!” I muttered to myself. I only had hope left for her existence and I prayed things wouldn’t have turned worse by the time I got back to the pack house.

I went back to my couch to sleep again, I would have to leave very early in the morning and after all my restlessness, the ticking clock was at 1 A. M already.

“Dammit,” I shut my eyes and tried to sleep, but something disturbed my ears. I could hear chants, but it sounded distant.

At first, I played it off, but it didn’t seem like it was just something ordinary.

I went to the window to check if I could see where the chant was coming from, but I only saw distant lights, they were numerous. I played it off as burial ceremony and went back to the couch.

Only a few minutes later and everything got louder and the ground shook underneath my feet. The witch had women up and she had come to see what was going on too including her son.

“What’s happening outside?” She spoke, asking no one in particular but searching about.

I could hear the chants clearly and the few words I could make our was, “kill them all!”

It was repeated until they reached the front porch and I now realized who they had come for.

Their first role of attack was to throw a tiki torch that lit up the curtains. Soon after, hundreds more landed on the house and everything was in flames.

“Run everyone!” I cried out.