HUNTED-Chapter 378: Wedding under the Moonlight (6)

Einar smirked as he saw Harry rushing off after his newly found mate. Tonight was not the night he would find her, though. For some reason, the gods told Einar to keep an eye on the rogue lycan as though Harry might be something more than what he currently was- A jokester playboy. Sure enough, the warlock had seen him fight and protect Aila, but he still had a long way to go to mature.

From where the warlock was sitting, this was allegedly the first step towards what the lycan was meant to be. Einar shrugged. It didn’t matter to him. He was always jumping from person to person like a guide, sometimes interacting with them. Mostly he did not. Though now he had countries and people aware of his striking features and some of the possible abilities he held.

Only those among the witches knew Einar was the most powerful and was readily accepted to be in charge of the covens. But only he knew to the extent his powers reached. Esme was a close second to understanding him, and of course, Gabriel, his eldest ’friend’, had seen him in action.

Einar subconsciously stroked the side of his luscious black locks and the part that was streaked white. He didn’t mind the minor imperfection. If anything, it added more to his outrageously sexy looks. It was also a reminder from the gods that they could take away anything from him with the click of their fingers. He was still rejuvenating his powers, yet he was still the most powerful.

"How is it, the most handsome men here are all dateless?" Einar commented with a grin, his heterochromia eyes twinkling mischievously.

He honestly didn’t care but wanted a reaction.

"If it annoys you so much, why don’t you give your attention to the many fans nearby?" Chase asked dryly, pointing his champagne flute in the direction where some she-wolves danced together, watching them.

Or, more specifically, eying the warlock.

Einar internally shrugged. It couldn’t be helped. Women flung themselves at him wherever he went, and it didn’t mean anything to him. His gaze flew from the girls dancing in search of another she-wolf. A petite one, specifically one with a sharp gaze and a thing for knives.

"Do I look desperate, Chase?" Einar asked, ignoring the slight pang in his chest at not finding the little she-wolf. He returned his attention to the hunter.

It was still odd to him that he and Chase sat together, but then he couldn’t exactly act the third wheel with Esme and Gabriel. That was probably too much for all of them.

"You look bored," Chase replied as he set his glass down and started untying his tie and unbuttoning a few buttons before ruffling his hair up from its sleeked-back look.

Einar had seen a few times how his dad, Silas, used to comb his hair back. Not that he ever met the madman. He wasn’t allowed to ever get involved with the hunters, with anything, really.

There were always consequences for upsetting the threads of fate.

Chase could feel Einar’s gaze on him but did not comment. He never thought in all the time he worked for the hunters and now led the Hunters Association that he would ever attend a wedding between werewolves. Firstly, because they didn’t usually do weddings. They were mated, and that was that. Secondly.. Well, because of who he was.

Chase’s eyes moved across some of the crowds, ignoring some of the glares sent in his direction. He had a past of hating and killing their kind before he went to university, and his mind opened more. Meeting Aila at the compound all those months ago was the last straw.

Heck, he’d probably injured a few from this pack in the past. Chase couldn’t remember. He’d been on way too many missions.

Now he and others who thought like him were paying back their kind. All of the supernatural’s kind. The Hunters Association were the cause of many split families, and although they were working on it now, it didn’t stop the fact that many were dead or tortured by their hands.

"What about you, master hunter?" Einar smirked, clicking his fingers and pointing in the direction of the women dancing and looking in their direction. "Anyone take your fancy?"

Chase blinked for a moment, feeling a sense of awe at seeing real magic before his eyes. The women were unaware of this, but above their heads were different coloured flames and somehow a number.

The hunter shook his head with a grin stretching on his lips. "No. I’m only here for Aila and Damon."

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Einar arched an eyebrow at Chase, whose gaze swept the floor to the couple in question. They really were the perfect pair, both ridiculously hot; even Chase couldn’t deny Damon was good-looking, and they suited each other, balancing the other out. Or so he was told by some of the guys.

Aila looked beautiful in her gown. She was always beautiful. From the moment he saw her in that cell and to the moments when blood painted her clothes, Aila was beautiful.

"Aila and Damon, or.. Aila?" Einar watched him knowingly, his greeny-brown eye almost shimmering in the moonlight while his blue one remained the same. It was both eery and alluring, even to him.

Chase frowned and stared back at the striking warlock. "Huh? What do you mean?"

A small smile played on his lips, but a slither of concern seemed to form on his almost blinding features. "A bond between mates is sacred.. It is something that can never be undone. Lovers, fiances, husbands and wives who loved each other dearly have broken up because of the mate bond.."

Chase leaned forwards, twirling his now empty champagne flute. "Why are you telling me something I already know?"

Einar tilted his head to the side. "So you don’t waste years on someone that can never see anyone but their mate. It hurts like a bitch."

"You speak as though from experience." Chase did not confirm or deny what Einar was suspicious of. He didn’t love Aila. It was never love. He admired her and sure may have lusted after her a little, but it was not love.

He continued to stare at the glass, feeling Einar’s stare on his face. "Like I said. It hurts like a bitch."

Chase’s head snapped up to look at the warlock, but Einar was already up and striding towards a woman who had not been openly gawking at him. She was exquisitely beautiful and modestly stylish. He could already see the pair looked good together.

Einar offered the woman a drink, and she smiled, eyes slightly widened, almost stunned that the warlock was speaking to her.

Chase merely watched them walk off towards the bar set up outside. He tapped his finger against the bottom of the glass, wondering if Einar was over this mystery woman mated to another. In the short time he’d known him, which was extremely short, he noted how charismatic the guy was.

Whether he was nice to this lady or not, it was all a part of his charm. Was it genuine?

Chase released a sigh and sat back in his chair, feeling a little glum. It was easy for werewolves. They knew out there in the world, someone was made for them. They had mates!

To people like him, he’d have to search and work hard for something. Chase scoffed and then pushed away from the table, his intention to go to the bar as well. Was the romantic atmosphere messing with his head?

He had a lot of work to do. He had no spare time to spend looking for a woman who he could cuddle at the end of the night. That’s right, cuddle! Fucking was great and everything, but he loved a good snuggle.

Chase shook his head and ordered a beer at the bar. He tilted his head back and sipped on it.

Out of sight, out of mind. He didn’t deserve a snuggle. It was better to rid his mind of such notions.