Page 107 of Mate to the Alpha Of All Alphas

More than twenty 'farmers' who were working at the same time, in various sections of the huge farm. There were all kinds of fruits, food, and trees, growing there.

"This is one of the biggest farms in the Werewolf Clan," Wolfaraine explained, as they walked from one section to another. "Most of these crops go straight to the market, while some of them are taken directly to the homes of those changelings that do not have much food to eat."

"Wow, this place is very big. So beautiful." Her eyes were taking everything in, her mouth is slightly ajar in wonder.

The workers greeted them as they passed. A few of them, Ismena figured must be the leaders here came to Wolfaraine to update him on how everything is going.

Then, they took him away to show him a few things, he parted ways with her while telling her strictly to wait for him for some minutes. After he left, she toured around as many sections of the farm as she could.

Two hours later, they walked out of the farm. She said goodbye to the female workers she has become familiar with, in such a short period of time.

He turned towards her, "There's a packmate of mine I need to go and visit. He was once a Sentinel in the Tower. Now, he's sick."

"I'm sorry to hear that. It's a good thing that your kind heals quickly, so I know he'll be fine in no time."

"We heal quickly, but there are some ailments that take some time to heal once contacted. Any disease that affects our other-half more than it does our mortal form is always hard to heal. Some even die from it." He lectured.

"Really? I didn't know that. What kind of sickness can that be?"

"For one is parvovirus. The man we're going to visit has that virus, so it is not such a good idea to take you with me because it's highly contagious." His brows furrowed, in thoughts.

But, Ismena doesn't want to be left behind. "I really wanna go with you. Take me with you please? Surely, one visit won't make me get the virus, right?"

"Oh, it can, actually. As contagious as it is, you can contact it with even a barely minimum contact with the carrier." He stopped walking, and turned back towards her, "Go back to the Tower, Ismena. We will see when I get back."

"Alright..." The light in her eyes dimmed, "I'll just start going back, I guess."

Wolfaraine hated the sad look on her face. The wolf growled in displeasure, its claws extracted in alert as it sensed the sadness of its mate.

"Well, I guess, it's goodbye here. Thank you for... today. It was beautiful." She smiled at him, before she turned and began walking away.

The more she walked away, the more be hated it. For the first time in the past few weeks; he'd felt better, he'd felt relaxed and he'd even smiled. He did not want this moment with her to end. He wanted to spend more time with her.

"Wait," The words left his mouth before he could even think it through, if it was the right thing to do.

She stopped instantly, turned, and looked at him with eyes so hopeful, that he lost every sense of rationality in him.

"This is not a good idea..." He grunted.

It was a capitulation and she knows it. A wide grin split up her cheeks and her eyes brightened up again.

She is strikingly gorgeous, he was momentarily speechless. He could only look at her.

She rushed towards him, slipped her arms through the tiny space between his left arm and his left side, and crossed their arms together, "Thank you so much, thank you so much."

He cleared his throat, "Stick close to me, Ismena. When we get there, I will get really...handsy with you, because like I said, prevention is better than cure."

Ismena did not understand what he meant until he got to the home of Rado, the middle-aged male that was infected. One look at him, anyone can tell that he's sick. He was lying on the bed, looking very pale and coughing constantly.

His mate, a beautiful woman in her late forties, was sitting beside his bed, patting his forehead with cold water because he has serious fever too.

"Thank you so much, Alpha King, for coming." The woman said again, smiling warmly at Wolfaraine.

"It is nothing, Mara. Rado was my Sentinel a year ago. I should have been here earlier, but it has been busy." He asked, taking a seat by the fireplace.

The house was small but very clean and homey. It smells nice now, Ismena thought as she looked around for which of the chairs to seat on.

"Come and seat on me."

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