Unscentable

Chapter 26 - Unscentable

Brad POV

They arrived in Olympia, both he and Eddie not overly happy with either of the current situations for that matter. He had a Mate he could not scent and a son to that woman, and they were actively running away from him, or from Alpha Timothy, at this point, that man had threatened to separate her from her son and she’d bolted clear across to the other side of the pacific ocean.

Eddie, stupidly enough, lay claim to a human girl, who had no idea he was her Mate and had also run off, away from him, clear across the pacific ocean to be with her employer. Who was his runaway Mate, so technically her Luna, if Bradley could sort this bloody mess out that was, and he was determined to do so.

Had a Goddess-Gifted Mate out there, was going to claim her the minute he could, Bardley also knew it was also what Benson wanted. They both wanted their Mate, it was annoyingly frustrating that the moon goddess herself would
do this to them, allow them to have a Mate they couldn’t scent and then allow her to scent him out and cause her great pain, why he had no bloody idea.

It was cruel, is what it was.

Though when they had tracked Izzy’s credit card and seen that she had bought a plane ticket to Sydney to follow Piper, it made Bradley wonder about their bond yet again, not for the first time, just how connected those two were. Perhaps the moon goddess had seen fit to draw them together. They both had
man issues of the same nature. No trust, been hurt through no fault of their own and run away from that pain.

The four of them walked into Wolf Airlines, the she-wolf manning the front desk, smiled right at him and his men “Alpha Bradley, please go right into the lounge.” She’d waved them though a heavy set of double doors, and they’d pushed into the private lounge that Westley and Terence owned. Stood on a loft platform that over looked the lounge itself.

It was a large room with a dozen dark wood tables and comfortable white leather chairs 6 to a table, the carpet was black and the bar where he could see both West and Terence leaning chatting away, was manned by a male wolf, dressed in pack colours, the bar was large at least 16 feet long and had bar stools all along the counter, he could see fully stocked with every kind of alcohol you could think of.

As they walked down the stairs into the actual lounge, there was a massive multi-tiered, modern chandelier with circular crystal hanging tears that all fell at odd angles. And spaced out around the room were Minimalist-style circular two-teared chandeliers that linked in with the one hanging by the stairs,
seemed more like his father's style than Wests’, likely though this business was all West, his father had put his architecture skills into the building and designed something very opulent for his son.

Might have that man design Piper’s new store in Helena when he got her back.

The far end of the room had large windows that over looked his actual airport hangers, where his planes were all standing at gates. Bradley could see Wests White Jet out there on the tarmac waiting for them. Thank the goddess, he had an alliance with this man that Jet was going to be his life saver, he imagined.

Watched as both West and Terence turned and watched them come down the stairs, leaned away from the bar and extended a hand to him as he approached them. He even offered him and his men all a drink. After the meet and greet was done.

Bradley accepted the drink, he could actually use one. His whole bloody life was in turmoil right now. Took a sip of the 20 year old single malt scotch whisky and sighed, trust West to stock the best. Not that the man ever really drank much, never seen him drink more than a single glass of anything ever,
usually sat and swirled his drink but rarely actually drank it. He’d never asked why, not that curious he guessed.