The Alpha's Breeder ✔️ COMPLETE

**Twenty Six : Pay Back

Warning : Explicit sexual content ahead. Proceed with caution.

"Out of curiosity, how old are you? 200? 400?" I asked Eros one evening out of genuine curiosity.

Werewolf age is very difficult to pinpoint. 

You can't judge their age just by their face like you do humans. It would be impossible because their life span was much much longer than a regular human's life span. Some live for over thousands of years, or even longer. As scary and impossible as that sounds.

"Close. Over 900," he finally replied, gauging my reaction with that handsome curl of his brow and lips. 

Did I mishear that? Did he just say he's over 900 years old? Eros is probably older than my whole family tree.

"How is that close?" I glare at him from the corner of my eye. "You're old." 

I wrinkled my nose in distaste while combing out my messy head of hair. Glancing into the mirror of the new vanity he had someone bring yesterday, I watched his eyes follow my movement. 

Ever since I 'moved' in with him, the room had changed quite a bit. I would like to think that there was a more feminine feel to it now. 

"I'm actually in my prime years." He pursed his lips, pretending to be offended.

I doubted he was with that sinfully decadent smirk on his lips.

Prime? If 900 is considered prime years than I don't know anymore. 

"What about Granny Ada or Rora?" My curiosity got the better of me. How old would Granny Ada be if she was his grandmother? Over 1000 years old right?

"Grandmother is over 1800 years old and Rora is over 100, barely a pup." 

Well.

That really explains it now.

"I bet it gets long. What do you do all these years to stay sane?" It probably gets very lonely, especially for someone who has lived for hundreds of years like him. I don't know what I would do if I actually lived that long. It would be terrible to be bored for hundreds of years because there is only certain things that you can do before you become bored. 

Like playing monopoly for so long that you want to get into jail just to stop playing.

"Continue living. But I have you to keep me company now. And I can't think of anyone else I'd rather spend the rest of my life with," he said. 

I could hear a hint of loneliness and longing in his voice that wasn't easy to discern.

It is obvious that my human life span pales in comparison to his. Except, I'm not too sure what the life span is for a breeder. But I know, that if Eros and I were to permanently mate, I will acquire his long life span. 

What I mean is that once he marks me, our souls will bond together, making us become one. With this bond, it also changes my mortality, making me as immortal as he is. This is a rather scary thing for many humans who become mates with werewolves. Because, they will live to the day where they will see all their family and friends die off, one by one. 

It's a rather depressing thing. 

You gain immortality yet you lose loved ones over the lengthy years.

In a sense, it was give and take.

I peeked up at Eros from the veil of my lashes, noting how he sat slightly rigid in the bed, blue eyes taking a darker shade then usual. 

His piercing stare was persistent and scorching on my back.

I pretend not to notice and continue to comb through my hair; even though, I had been combing it for almost 5 minutes now, just to raise up the anticipation.