The Billionaire Alpha And His Mysterious Mate

Chapter 3

Layla’s POV

I haven’t seen her for three days. Brooke seems to be my brother’s mate. Now that I’m back in Indiana, let me phone him. I reached for my phone and dialed my brother’s number. He picked up the phone after it just rang twice.

“If that isn’t the wayward sister,”

“Stop right there, Nick.”

“Well, sister, you’re always wasting my money, and the goddess knows where you’re going; you’re never home, and only the goddess knows who your f**k victim is now.”

“Well, an apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it?”

“Well, I’m no better than you, sister, but you’re a woman.”

“Please, Nick, stop!” I yelled.

“Is my statement accurate, my dear sister?”

“Please let me know where you are; we need to chat.” I was adamant.

“Are you having any problems?” He was curious.

“What causes you to ponder? Don’t worry about it; just tell me where you are and I’ll come to you.”

“Well, I thought the humans you are busy f*****g couldn’t contain your wolf's strength. It’s a good thing they survived f*****g a wolf.” He mentioned it.

“Nick, please stop. I will not talk about my s*x life with you. Seriously, where are you?”

“After returning from the annual Alpha conference, I’m on my way to the castle, and guess what? I’m on my way home with a new concubine.” He smirked.

“What are you talking about, Nick?” It enraged me that my brother was transforming the castle into something I couldn’t even describe.

“Before you holler at me, this was not my choice. He said, and then He proceeded. The Alphas decided I needed a Luna, so I grabbed her and told them she’d be one of my mistresses. I have a thing for ladies. At the very least, she has some curves.” He elaborated.

“What I’m about to tell you is serious, Nick,” I stated,

“It’s more serious than having three mistresses,” he joked before continuing. Come to my study. I’m almost home."

“I’ll be there in about an hour.” As I showed,

Nicklaus's POV

We drove through the pack gates. Downstairs, they met us with Isaac and his mate.

“Welcome back, Alpha,” Kate said.

“Thank you so much, Kate. Please assist me in escorting Evelyn to her chambers.” I ordered

“Yes, Alpha,” she responded, her gaze fixed on Evelyn. Gemma Isaac’s mate is Kate.

“Aren’t we supposed to be sharing your quarters, Nicklaus?”

“I’ll be your Luna soon,” Evelyn replied, frowning. Alpha Nicklaus’s gaze slashed through Evelyn’s pale, sunken face like a sharp blade, staring into her eyes. Evelyn flinched and turned her head away, tapping her right leg, gripping her slander-like form, rolling her eyes, hoping to escape Alpha Nicklaus’ sight, but the guy gripped her chin and pushed her to look at him. He trailed her from head to toe, then back to her face, with a chilly, displeased glance. The guy knew well that he was gorgeous and that Evelyn would go to any length to taste his rod. Then he scoffed and clarified angrily,

“Foremost, I’m Alpha to you. Don’t call me by my first name; I’m Alpha to you. Second, didn’t your illiterate father tell you, you’re here as my mistress, or, more accurately, one of my mistresses? Evelyn, you are not unique. My mistresses do not have access to my chambers. They have no clue what my chambers look like, and neither do you. This fortress has its own set of rules. Never enter my study or office and never enter my chambers. I don’t care if you have alpha blood; understand your limits. The ultimate level is all mine. You may use everything else in this castle, but never touch what belongs to me or go where I’ve just told you not to go because it will not end well. I hope that was clear. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some other business to attend to. “I ordered and continued

“And Evelyn, don’t act like Luna because you’ll never be one.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

I’m sure she’s disappointed, but I don’t mind. She is free to return to her excuse for a father if she so wishes. I keep mattresses for a reason. I returned to my chambers, had a brief wash, and then went back to my study."

I was at my workstation when I smelt my sister, Layla, and heard her moan in misery.

“What’s up, brother!” Layla yelled. What’s up? Since when does my sister use that kind of slang? I looked at her. I can tell she’s nervous. What sort of trouble has she gotten herself into now. I shrug it off.

“Good day, sis. What did you do with all of my money this time?

What did you do with all of my money this time?”

“I’m not squandering your money, Nick.”

“My bank disagrees, sis. You just purchased a new car and spent $100,000 at a gallery last Friday.”

“I assumed you hadn’t checked your bank balance.”

“You are right, but since you do not want to be followed, those notifications are the only way for me to know you are safe. So, what were you hoping to talk about?”

She was gazing at me as if what she was about to tell me would have a long-term influence on my life. She’s always worn that face when she’s worried, but the one she’s wearing now makes her feel both uncomfortable and excited. Someone must speak out to break the stillness. I cleared my windpipe and swallowed.

“Layla,... Can you tell me what you’re carrying?”

“Portraiture,” Layla responded.

“Portraits?”

“Of certainly,” she says.

“Don’t tell me you visited these cheap galleries around here.”

“This is a one-of-a-kind, Nick.”

“How?”

“Look at it.”

She also handed me the portraits.

“This has to be a positive thing. I don’t have time to look at portraits of some unknown wuss. I had to cancel all of my meetings because of you. Besides, sis, I haven’t seen you in a long time.” She nodded and was now biting her nails and patting her right leg. I was too busy unwrapping the portraits to see what was in front of me.

Don’t waste my precious time.

“Nick, shut it and have a look.” She bawled. I accepted this behavior since I was a brother to my sister and not an alpha, but no one else spoke to me in that tone, so it’s fair to say I have a soft spot for this one. So I concentrated on the first piece of art in front of me. I was taken aback. It was a drawing of me trying to wrap a towel over my midriff. I was posing like I was a model. Although I was alone, I recollect doing this in front of my mirror. I turn to face my sister with a skeptical frown on my face.

“What makes this possible? Wendy and Norah have never seen me naked. I always turn off the lights when we undress. They have no notion what my physique resembles. I’ve never slept in my chambers, just in theirs. They have no notion how my chambers are decorated. “They have never entered my chambers, at least not yet, I added. I made sure they don’t know what I look like nude simply in case I find my mate."

“I’m not interested in hearing about your s*x life, Nick.” She said that I was scrutinizing the artwork like crazy. The second was a typical face paint job. The third one dressed me up and went to my downtown workplace. Then there’s my wolf, Hunter’s artwork.

What the f**k is this? What is the significance of Hunter’s painting? What precisely is this artist’s name?" I was enraged.

“Shut it and have a look at the final artwork.”

Then I went back and double-checked the last one. My mouth fell open.

“Layla, what exactly is this? What exactly is this artist’s name? How did he/she catch me when I was reverting to my human form? Is it possible for me to have privacy? What is it, exactly?” I had a lot of questions that needed to be answered or I was going to wolf out. Headache Is consuming me. I was in shambles.