My Mate Has Two Wolves By Jessica

Catherine's POV

I pulled Harley hard by the arm. However, he was 1.85 meters tall, and there was no way I could pull

him up whatsoever.

So, I went to the bathroom, found a bucket full of water, and was about to pour on him.

Harley shuddered as another bucket of water poured over his head.

I explained with embarrassment, "Sorry, Harley. I can only help you in this way."

Harley painfully stood up while holding the wall. Step by step, he walked into the bathroom, entered the

bathtub, and sat down.

I was upset seeing him. I leaned against the door and looked at Harley, who sat in the bathtub with his

eyes closed. I asked him with concern, "Are you feeling better?"

"Much better." He did not open his eyes. His voice was full of sadness and despair, "Don't worry. I won't

harm you."

"My boss invited you to the new product launch this time. You turned it down." I said in a low voice.

"Yes. I don't want to rely on you." When he opened his eyes, his scarlet eyes had become much

clearer. "I know you meant well, but I just didn't want to be there. I want to walk up the ladder by

myself."

"Harley, I know you are a man of character. I didn't mean anything. I just wanted to help you." I

suddenly felt embarrassed, as if I had humiliated him.

"I know. I don't blame you. I'm grateful that you haven't forgotten me." Harley smiled bitterly.

He sounded calm as he soaked in the cold water. So, I turned to open the door. Unexpectedly, I

opened it this time.

I quickly walked out. Looking at the empty corridor, I frowned.

When I returned to the room again, Harley's face was a little pale.

"The door is open. I have to go. Would you like me to call your friends over?" I asked Harley.

"No. Just leave." Harley shook his head.

I nodded and said, "Take care, then. If you need anything, call me."

"OK." Harley closed his eyes and leaned against the bathtub.

I left the room and gently closed the door.

After leaving the hotel, I was kind of glad, as if I survived a disaster. Then, I felt angry. I called Gina.

Unexpectedly, Gina angrily questioned me over the phone, "Catherine, why haven't you come over

yet? I've been waiting for you for more than an hour. I've still got work to do!"

Hearing that, I said angrily, "Gina, drop the act. I went to the room you mentioned just now and didn't

see you. Instead, I saw Harley being drugged. What was the point?"

"Harley? What are you talking about? How can you accuse me? I've been in the room all the time. I

didn't see Harley!" Gina began to play innocent.

I sneered, "Are you saying that it wasn't you?"

Gina continued to deny it, "Of course, it wasn't me. Maybe there is such a thing as coincidence. Did

you go to the wrong door? Maybe Harley was living next door to me."

How could Gina blame me for entering the wrong room? I was very angry. "I don't want to keep talking

nonsense. Just tell me what I want. Or, I will call 911 right now." Gina set me up, and now she even

wanted to pretend that nothing had happened. I felt the urge to slap her.

Gina smiled, "Go to the royal gallery and you'll find some clue."

"What royal gallery?" I didn't expect Gina to let me go somewhere else. Wasn't she the one who knew

about the necklace?

"There is only one royal gallery in this city. You have been pestering King Blake every day. Don't you

know who the royal family is?" Gina said impatiently. "It is a very important clue. Besides, that is all I

know. Don't come to me ever again!"

"It better be useful, or I won't let you off!" I was very dissatisfied with Gina's answer. I felt that I had

been deceived.

The gallery was in the conference hall of the royal pack.

I hung up on Gina and drove straight to the conference hall.

Sure enough, I saw the obsidian necklace that matched mine in the zone where the valuables were

displayed.

I was thrilled and quickly sought out the curator of the royal gallery to ask him about the details.

"Ms. Wyatt, I'm very sorry. The obsidian necklace was donated by someone. The donor requested to

remain anonymous. We are not at liberty to say." The curator refused me politely.

"Sir, please. I'm looking for my biological parents. I'm certain that the obsidian necklace you have here

has something to do with them. That's why I'm so anxious. I'm begging you!" I told him the truth.

The curator brought a piece of paper over. "Put your information down. I'll find you the address of the

donor."

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

The curator found a list in a pile of old files. It had the address of the donor on it, but nothing more.

"It's here. Write it down. I can't give you the list," the curator said.

Walking out of the royal gallery, I looked down at the address, and felt uneasy.

The address was from over 20 years ago. I frowned. In fact, I knew the block.

After all, I grew up near Sayreville, and the werewolves from Black Moon Pack talked about this block.

It used to be a rich neighborhood, and there were people from the royal pack who once lived there.

However, I had never been there in all these years, and I wasn't sure if it was demolished or not.

Although it was a long shot, I still decided to go and take a look.

When I drove up to the place indicated on the address, what I saw was a huge man-made lake

surrounded by a beautiful park.

I stood dumbstruck by the lakeside, helplessly and confusedly covering my face.

The address turned out to be useless. I suddenly felt as if I had been fooled by fate again.

I was miserable, but I was not willing to give up just like that. I decided to go to Blake for help.