"I want to hear you first," she said, leaning on the table and supporting her jaw with an elbow.
"In pollination of flowers, before an ovary becomes a seed, it must receive pollen produced by the anther . Since the pollen can only be transferred to the ovary by pollinators, three things were given to the pollen: beauty, nectar and scent.
In the packland of wolves, these three things were given to both he-wolves and she-wolves to attract themselves. You have all, but we need to enhance one."
"Beauty, I guess."
"No, your scent; we need to enhance the scent of your nectar to attract the pollinator. Trust me, your mate will not only be drawn to your nectar to regain his strength, he will be unable to resist you once he has had enough of your presence. As he lingers and indulges in your sweet essence, your wolf prepares to receive his seeds," Mrs. Thompson smiled and Emma frowned.
"Oh…my…moon goddess…I'm not doing this."
"Doing what?"
"Tempting him! Mrs. Thompson, you are so naughty." She said and she gave out a great bellow of laughter.
"When a she-wolf notices a he-wolf who lives across the pack street likes her, she stirs up a sense of excitement and desire in him to chase her more. These things are natural. Emma, we are talking about your mate. It's high time you stopped seeing him as a stranger. Your mating bond is three days old already; if he had bad intentions, you would've seen it."
"Well, he…doesn't like me; he likes his moonallies."
"You lied and your voice gave you away," Mrs. Thompson smirked. "I have a lot to teach you as your mother. Brandon is your mate, you need to learn how to catch his attention and tempt him when he least expects you to invite him."
"If he likes me, he should come to me. Today's session is over; I want to see him and appreciate him for staying with me at the healing den today," she stood up.
"Sit, I have a gift for each successful session," Mrs. Thompson said and dipped her hand in her clutch bag. She took out a small bottle of perfume oil."
"What's this; a perfume?" She frowned as she tried to uncork it.
"Undiluted"
She inhaled the content and was not pleased with the scent. "All the things I'm using here were ordered by Brandon. I don't think he will like this."
"You don't like the scent, I guess."
She nodded and corked the bottle. The scent was not bad, but it was not something she would go for.
"What does it smell like?" Mrs. Thompson asked. She opened the bottle again and inhaled.
"Raw egg…or something."
"How does your body smell when you are ovulating?"
"Yes, you are right; the scent is similar to that of a she-wolf that is ovulating."
"It drives he-wolves crazy! He will be completely drawn to you and overwhelmed by you like a starving beast if you ever apply a drop of it on your wolf and cover it up with a sexy nightgown," Mrs. Thompson pulled her ear close to her mouth and whispered into it. She rolled her eyes.
"This…will…never happen; we are not close enough. Thanks for the gift, but I don't need it," she stood up and walked towards the closet. She could not believe Brandon assigned Mrs. Thompson to teach her naughty things.
She dressed up in a high-waisted tight pencil skirt. She tucked in a fitted blooming floral print top to create a flattering silhouette. She intended to look good for him and hoped he noticed her.
She stepped out of the chamber and began to walk down the stairs slowly. Everything was beginning to look real to her and she was happy she had a pack where no one rubs her failure on her face or remind her that she was adopted or used as collateral.
An unexpected eruption of laughter in the executive lounge halted her. She heard the sound of glasses, followed by she-wolves voices. It was as though a party was going on in the lounge.
Her countenance fell and her happy mood disappeared. She began to ask herself why he mated her again. She felt like talking to Mr. Richard, but it was late to go to his quarters.
She turned to walk back to her chamber; on second thought, she decided to meet Bernard.
"Thank God you are here," Bernard said as soon as she walked into the cookhouse. She ignored him and walked towards Mr. Richard, who sat on a chair and was enjoying a well-cooked meal. She sat slowly beside him like someone who had a cold.
"Are you okay?" Mr. Richard asked.
"I'm…fine," she sputtered.
"The cab driver I called for you yesterday; I couldn't find his number again."
"Why do you need his device number?"
"Alpha Brandon asked me to find out what happened yesterday at your pack house since you don't want to talk to him."
"His cab was towed away."
"By who?"
"I don't know, probably, my sibling's guards."
"Do you have his device number?"
"Yes," she said, pushing her unlocked device to his side. "Please, I don't want to see him angry."
"Don't worry, he doesn't care about what happened; he just wants his missing car replaced," Bernard said, with his eyes fixed on the device number he was copying.
A smile curved her lips instantly. Brandon really knows how to put her innocent mind out of order. She saw the sadness she had in her heart disappearing into the thin air.
"Thank you," Bernard said and pushed her phone back to her side. He stood up to leave the cookhouse.
"Please, would you help me with my food?" She muttered.
"Sure"
"Thank you."
"You don't want to join the celebration?" Mr. Richard asked when Bernard had left.
"What is he celebrating?"
"The team of researchers he sent on new drug research recorded great success today."
"He did not tell me," she said with a flat tone.
"Probably, he didn't see you as some wolf he can talk to."
"He can talk to me; he knows what he is doing and whatever he is doing is really working for him."
"What did your mind tell you?"
"A good wolf that I could never have."
"How is it working for him?"
"Lately, I noticed I'm connecting to him emotionally. Probably because I see a moonally and a savior in him. Mr. Richard, I'm connecting to him on a deeper soul level and I feel a secure attachment to him. I… don't blame myself for feeling this way because he was consistently available for me in times of physical and emotional needs. I… might walk away if it continues like this," she sputtered with a lower tone because she did not really mean that.
"Why?"
"I'm scared of getting hurt emotionally. I'm falling for a wolf I can never be with; a wolf that is way beyond my league and reach."
"Would you tell him what you just told me?"
"No, I can't! I regard you as my father and I trust you."
"Eat your food and go back to your chamber. If he comes to be with you tonight, do not chase him away with your words or actions; cling to him and talk to him."
"I don't think…." She paused when she recalled they had a discussion that moon-fall about why she came to see him at his command chamber in the moonrise.
"Alright."