Fangless: The Alpha's Vampire Mate-Chapter 150: The VIP Treatment (Not Really)

Vesper glanced around like a lost puppy as he trailed after the two uniformed werewolves strutting down the corridor, with another pair of guards herding him from behind. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Oh yeah, this definitely screamed ’VIP treatment.’

He was mildly offended—he wasn’t being treated like a guest (shocking, right?) and definitely wasn’t getting the respect an informant should get (because, in their eyes, he wasn’t one either.

To the Zacharias, Vesper was just some young werewolf with daddy issues—well, Alpha issues. And since he didn’t have the brawn to take on Thorin himself, he did what any cowardly werewolf would do: snitch.

Not that the Zacharias were complaining. Oh no, they loved it. Thanks to Vesper, they now had their very own furry little whistleblower, who could help them undermine Thorin’s authority.

Thorin may have thought he was untouchable, living independently and leading his own pack, free from their grasp.

Oh, how wrong he was!

"That kid needs to finally figure out who’s in charge! He can’t just run around like some kind of barbarian—he has an image to maintain!"

A towering, red-haired man, Sullivan, complained, pacing back and forth in the hall like an overgrown toddler throwing a tantrum.

"Is he serious right now? Are you sure he’s not just messing with us? A vampire? What’s next—he’s going to tell us he has a human child too?"

Sullivan, the eldest son of the Zacharias, was the most animated of the bunch, practically a walking soap opera. He’d be grabbing his hair out of frustration if he hadn’t spent hours meticulously styling it.

"Just imagine the scandal! What would people think if they found out the youngest Zacharia—an Alpha, no less—is cozying up with fanged creatures in his own home?"

Ever since the eldest daughter, Daciana, had run off with a rogue, the Zacharias had seen a steady decline in the respect they commanded from fellow werewolves. They were once a highly regarded family, idolized and looked up to.

As a result, Sullivan was especially touchy when it came to public opinion about his family. You could practically see the gears turning in his head, calculating how to restore their reputation.

A striking woman, lounging in a throne-like chair in a black dress with a slit that left little to the imagination, rolled her eyes and cut him off. "Calm down, Sullivan. We do have a guest."

If Vesper had overheard that, his ego would have soared to new heights. Unfortunately for him, if he’d also known just how much that woman actually looked down on him, his confidence would’ve popped faster than a cheap balloon.

"How am I supposed to calm down? Thorin’s been a thorn in our side for too long! I still can’t believe he’s Daciana’s son. Must be that rogue blood in him—makes him all rebellious and... well, different from the other Zacharias!" Sullivan fumed, clearly not done with his rant.

But before he could crank up the melodrama any higher, their canine-like hearing caught Vesper’s footsteps. The woman shot Sullivan a glare so sharp it could cut glass, instantly silencing him.

"We should hear what he has to say and decide what to do afterward," another man interjected.

This one was built like a brick wall, but his voice was surprisingly soft, like someone who apologizes after bumping into inanimate objects.

"Warren’s right," the woman said, though her expression clearly read: I already know what we’re doing, but sure, let’s pretend we’re all deciding together.

Warren hated conflicts, which was ironic considering his family was a constant drama-fest. Life had been a lot easier when Daciana was around; she was the one who kept things peaceful.

Without her, it was like trying to herd cats—angry, territorial cats.

The three siblings fell silent as the guard announced their guest, Vesper. In unison, they turned their attention to the lone werewolf standing before them, scrutinizing him from head to toe as if they were judging a discount werewolf pageant.

Their first collective sigh of relief came when they realized that Vesper was not much compared to Thorin.

My nephew’s way more attractive than this sad excuse for a werewolf, Warren thought.

No wonder the poor guy’s here snitching—he probably wakes up every day feeling like the before picture in a makeover show, Sullivan thought.

How utterly pathetic, Nina thought.

Vesper took a tentative step forward, thinking he should get closer to speak, but before he could take another step, the guard blocked him with a stern hand.

"Stay here. Just talk," the guard growled, making it clear that getting closer wasn’t on the agenda.

Vesper gulped, his nerves practically visible. He clasped his hands in front of him like a schoolboy in trouble, wiped his sweaty nose—totally not out of fear, of course—and tried to look composed.

However, no one was buying it.

"H-Hello," he squeaked, his voice barely registering above a whisper, yet somehow it still managed to echo through the massive hall.

The three powerful Zacharia siblings struggled to stifle their laughter, their faces twitching as they desperately tried to keep up the solemn act.

After a painfully awkward pause, Vesper cleared his throat, attempting to salvage whatever dignity he had left.

"I’m Vesper, and I’m, uh, part of the Wintertooth pack. You know—Thorin’s pack. Thorin, um, your family..."

Because, yes, the Zacharias definitely needed a reminder of their own family tree. Vesper was ignorant of the family dynamics, and he had no clue what they truly wanted with Thorin.

There were rumors, of course—some said they wanted to control him. Others, the more juicy gossipers, whispered they wanted Thorin dead.

Naturally, Vesper preferred the latter theory. t was, after all, the perfect scenario. The Zacharias would kick the vampires out, and if Thorin refused? Well, bye-bye Alpha.

Win-win for Vesper. He could finally have Charna all to himself—though he conveniently forgot one minor detail: Charna had zero interest in him.

As Vesper got lost in his own thoughts, the silence dragged on. Nina Zacharia was never known for her patience.

She finally snapped, "If you’re not going to speak, you can kindly see yourself out."

"Oh, no! I’m sorry! Forgive me!" Vesper stammered, his nerves now fully on display as he fumbled over his words.

Trembling like a leaf in a storm, he blurted out everything he knew, spilling his guts faster than he’d planned.

The Zacharias siblings exchanged looks, communicating without words, clearly reaching a silent consensus. It was Nina who finally broke the silence.

"It looks like it’s time to pay our dear nephew a visit."