“Yes, well, apparently he wants more than that in a mate. He wants genuine connection and real feeling.” And since he’d realized half of Shiloh’s “emotions” might have been a result of the life-bond after all…
Would he perceive Shiloh as fake as well?
This was so idiotic.
An epic waste of time.
“The claiming bite has been given with attraction being its only basis for centuries. How is this any different?” Bishop sounded like he found the notion illogical.
He wasn’t wrong.
“Maybe it’s because he doesn’t trust in his Gray half,” Shiloh guessed. “But since he won’t give me the bite despite how many times I’ve asked for it, seems like he disagrees with his alpha nature dictating his emotions as well. Stupid.”
“There’s nothing more foolish than fighting against one’s own self,” Bishop agreed.
The bell above the door jingled and the person Shiloh had been waiting for entered.
“Rhovan is here.” Shiloh nodded at the alpha male who spotted him.
“I’ll find another Gray,” Bishop promised, confirming the order he’d been given at the start of the call.
Shiloh hung up without another word, hooking a finger over the edge of his plate and pulling it closer toward him when the alpha walked over. “You aren’t getting anything? I won’t share.”
“I’d never take cake from a baby,” Rhovan joked, plopping into the seat across from him at the small square table.
“You’re literally only one year older than me, asshole.” He wasn’t offended by the jab though.
Rhovan Blake, the Butcher of the Glyph branch of the Eumia, was another member who Shiloh had grown up with. Since they were close in age, they’d attended the same schools for most of their lives, up until college when they’d split so Rhovan could attend the best medical university available.
“Liking the job?” Shiloh casually asked as he took a bite of his cake, some of the tension leaving his body. It’d been a while since the two of them had met comfortably like this, and it brought back memories of older times when things in the mafia had settled and they’d been allowed to grab a bite after school without constant supervision.
“Being the Butcher has its perks,” Rhovan replied, reaching over to snatch Shiloh’s coffee cup. He took a deep drag, laughing when Shiloh glared. “My brother told yours not to give me so many bodies to study. He’s worried being stuck in the lab all day and night will turn me into a recluse.”
“The lab,” he snorted. “Right.”
The Butcher was a high standing position within their ranks, with a fairly broad job description. Need someone skillfully tortured for information? Send them to the Butcher. Want a new drug created or tested? Go to the Butcher. Looking for details about a specific species? Also under his umbrella of expertise.
Which was why Shiloh had called him out of his cave—aka torture chamber, also known as a lab.
Rhovan had graduated last year, meaning he’d only held the position for a bit now, but that didn’t mean he was any less skilled. He also happened to be one of the few people Shiloh felt he could trust.
At first, he’d instructed Bishop to research this on his own because he hadn’t wanted to risk leaking details about Sarang, but now that they’d hit a wall…It was time to call in a favor.
Still.
Protecting his alpha took precedence. Didn’t matter how much he trusted Rhovan to keep his mouth shut.
“A friend of mine is having a problem and he asked me to look into it,” Shiloh launched into the carefully prepared lie. “Ican’t really be bothered, but I owe him, so I took the time to call you.”
“Using me to do the work for you?” Rhovan clicked his tongue, but didn’t ask the identity of the supposed friend. At the end of the day, Shiloh was still the prince, and he still technically fell beneath him in the Hierarchy.
“Grays, know anything about them?”
He hummed. “Sure. I haven’t met one, but I know a thing or two.”
Butchers had to extensively study as many known species as they could in order to be prepared to aid the mafia. In their line of business, they never knew who they’d encounter, and with intergalactic travel so common, it was best to be as ready as possible.
That didn’t mean they’d know everything there was to know about everyone, but the fact he was familiar with Grays at all was a good start. Rhovan’s position was hereditary, with he and his brother both forced to prepare as soon as they’d learned how to read.
