Feral Bonds: Claimed By Rogue Alpha Brothers-Chapter 538: The Three Questions (I)

Evaline:

Alpha Grey didn’t say a word when our eyes met.

He simply nodded once... slow, deliberate... before turning away and walking straight toward the seating area near the tall glass windows. He shrugged out of his coat as he moved, draping it over the arm of the largest couch before sitting down like he owned the entire space.

Which, in many ways, he did.

Only after settling back comfortably did he lift his gaze to me again and gesture with two fingers for me to come over.

The shock I had been standing in finally loosened its grip.

I picked up the tablet from the desk, my movements automatic as I crossed the room. My heartbeat was loud in my ears, but my face remained calm.

"Good afternoon, Alpha Grey," I said, placing ithe tablet on the coffee table in front of him and straightened.

"I have gone through your work at the Council from the past six months," I began, slipping smoothly into professional mode. "Including the border stabilization initiative, the resource reallocation proposals, and the stalled negotiations with the Eastern Packs. I have also reviewed the projects currently in progress and-"

"Sit."

The single word stopped me mid-sentence.

I blinked, surprised, before obeying and taking a seat on the couch opposite him.

Elion leaned forward, picked up the tablet, and scrolled through the open slides I had left displayed - my notes, summaries, and cross-references neatly organized. His sharp eyes moved quickly, absorbing everything in silence.

After a moment, he nodded and set the tablet aside.

"Well done," he said simply.

The words shouldn’t have mattered as much as they did... but they did. Because I did put my everything into this work since morning.

"You have taken on the work faster than any of the people working under me ever had," he continued. "And more thoroughly. It reassures me that I made the right choice in selecting you."

I felt relieved hearing this.

He studied me for a brief moment, his gaze unreadable, before asking, "Do you have any tasks left for today?"

"I have finished everything Mara assigned," I replied. "And prepared notes for anything pending."

"Good," he said, leaning back. "Then we can proceed."

Proceed?

My spine straightened instinctively.

"I’m here to keep my side of our agreement."

For a second, I forgot how to breathe.

I hadn’t expected him to show up today at all... let alone offer answers on my very first day. My mind raced, scrambling to catch up with the shift in direction.

But I forced myself to calm down.

This was what I wanted. What I had waited for.

Elion clasped his hands loosely. "You can’t ask everything at once," he said, as if reading my thoughts. "And I can’t explain everything at once. So here’s how this will work."

I listened intently.

"Every Saturday," he continued, "just before your shift ends, you’ll be allowed to ask me three questions. No more. Unless something urgent prevents me from being here, in which case we’ll resume the following week."

Three questions.

Once a week.

It wasn’t ideal.

If I could, I would’ve locked the doors and demanded he tell me everything... every truth, every secret, every fragment of my bloodline he was withholding... no matter how long it took.

But reality didn’t bend to desire.

"...Alright," I said after a moment. "I agree."

"For now," he added knowingly.

I didn’t deny it.

"Then," he said, "you may ask your three questions. Choose wisely."

Silence stretched between us.

I had so many questions that my thoughts tangled over each other... about my bloodline, my parents, my powers, and even more.

Where did I even begin?

After a long breath, I asked the one that had haunted me since the day he had spoken those words so casually... so confidently.

"How did you know," I said slowly, "that I have healing powers?"

A soft smile curved his lips.

As if he had been waiting for it.

"I didn’t," he admitted. "Not completely."

I frowned. "Then how-"

"I suspected," he continued. "But I wasn’t certain until the day I said it out loud."

My confusion deepened. "You confirmed it... by my reaction?"

"Yes."

"That makes no sense," I said before I could stop myself. "Why would you even bring it up if you weren’t sure? And why healing, specifically? There are other abilities... rare ones... but still-"

"That," he said calmly, "is your second question."

I opened my mouth to protest, but he didn’t give me the chance.

"When I saw you for the first time," Elion continued, "you caught my attention immediately."

I stiffened.

"Because of your... hair."

My breath hitched.

"In our world," he went on, "silver hair is not a coincidence. It’s a mark. One that belongs to a bloodline on the edge of extinction."

My fingers curled slowly into my palms.

"The Silver Wolf lineage," he said.

"And all my life, I have only known two people from this lineage other than me - my father and Elder Will," he admitted. "So seeing you that day took me by complete surprise."

He let out a small sigh before continuing, "Once back in my office, I asked my Beta to look into you. That’s when I learned... some interesting things."

My heart pounded.

What did he even mean by interesting things? Was he talking about my healing power?

He watched me. And I stared back at him.

The urge was right there to ask him what interesting things he talked about, but I held myself back because the last thing I wanted was for him to label that as my third question.

I couldn’t take that risk, so I stayed silent. Because if this continued, I might never get the answers I sought from him... at least not any time soon. He might end up making me dance around this three questions rule.

He probably realized that I wasn’t going to make the same mistake again because a knowing smirk curved the corner of his lips.

Then, he finally spoke - "The first thing I learned was about your internship here, and how you finished it with flying colors. Then there’s your academic record. Your performance during entrance exams, and you being at the top of your class."

His gaze sharpened slightly. "I got to learn that you are wolfless... and a Rogue." He leaned forward, his gaze holding mine captive. "But according to my knowledge, it didn’t make any sense for a Silver Wolf heir to appear among the Rogues."