Different

2. Should I be Worried?

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Interior details of their house, enjoy! ;)
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"Fourteen." I said to the intercom as I pushed my glasses up, letting out a sigh as I stared at the pile of documents on my desk--mostly requests to join this pack as their original packs, the majority of them coming from my cousin's pack, Oberon, and Kaden's pack Sycorax, have their Alphas the verge of killing each other. So come join the neutral pack!

Ha. Don't they bloody know my own pack members don't like--respect me?

Well, except for the girls who wanted to get into your pants--and those arse-kissing bastards?

''Miss you can't go in before your tu--"

The girl from before walked in, determination in her grey eyes as she slammed her hands down on my desk, her eyebrows pulled into a frown as I stared blankly at her.

''Listen, you didn't listen to me earlier, but,'' she raked a hand through her hair as she tapped her foot nervously, ''I'm your mate.''

''Hm. Third claim this day.'' I mused, "tell me, did you take a number when you got in?"

"Yeah, but I--"

"What number did you get?" I asked, "is it fourteen?"

"Thirty-two, but--"

"Then wait for your turn.'' I sighed, ''people also have their needs coming in here, I don't want to waste my time--and their time, catering for another girl claiming to be my mate's, needs, thank you very much.''

''Is this some kind of a joke to you?'' She spat, once again slamming her hands on my desk, ''you think I'm like those fucking gold-digger, fake, girls only wanting to get into your fucking pants--and wanting your loaded family's money?''

"Maybe. They all claim to be something they're not anyway.''

''You're fucking kidding.'' She sneered, her eyes challenging mine as she leaned forward, "tell me though, how many girls who claimed to be your mate--said that the scent they caught, that made them know you're they're mate, are that of tobacco and mint?''

I froze. This is the first time, someone guessed it right. The first time someone guessed my bloody favourite scents right

"None," I pursed my lips, "is that all about this matter? If so, before you say that you also need to file in the documents--the request to join, I suppose you get out there, wait patiently until I call number thirty-two.''

''How are you so confident that I'm going to request to join?'' She raised an eyebrow up, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she continued to tap her foot anxiously on the floor--confirming some of the observations I've taken.

''I observed." I smirked, ''now wait for your turn and kindly get out.''

''One thing," she interjected, ''elaborate.''

''I noticed your anxiety--you keep tapping your foot, biting your lip, darting your eyes everywhere, so? You can't wait for something to get over. Say, it's this meeting with me, or maybe something else?'' She froze as she stopped twisting that ring on her finger, her attention solely focused on me, ''something more sentimental. The words carved on your ring--says 'baby girl', most likely a gift from someone, a boyfriend? No, judging from the way you act, you're someone who saves herself for her mate. So a brother or a father--who usually give that kind of nickname--you won't stop twisting it--as if you want to make sure it's still there, meaning? The giver has met his demise. You have the traits of someone who came from Oberon--grey eyes, brunette. Oberon isn't in its best relationship with Sycorax, many lives were claimed in its fights--which means the giver died in one of the battles, and you want to get out of Oberon to forget.''