Chapter 736 Winterbite Pack Arrival
Hayley’s POV:
That was the channel I hadn’t had time to close after my last contact with Nocturne.
I launched the voice changer software before hitting the answer button.
“Dominic? You there?” Nocturne’s voice sounded strained, clearly taking precautions to hide his location.
“It’s Halcyon,” I replied in a deep, masculine voice.
“Send me your location. I’ll meet up with you,” Nocturne said, scanning his surroundings warily. With his current injuries, getting caught would mean only one outcome—capture.
I thought for a moment, then gave him a location in Coldridge City based on Freya’s itinerary.
As soon as I finished speaking, Nocturne ended the call.
I could almost guess what kind of ordeal he must’ve been through to make that call—his last hope.
Luckily, I hadn’t missed it.
The next day.
We arrived at the Winterbite Pack.
The moment we stepped out of the airport terminal, two executive vans were already waiting for us at the curb.
The car doors opened, and a beta from Benjamin’s pack stepped out respectfully to report. “Alpha, everything’s ready.”
I beamed when I saw the older man stepping out of the second van. “Angelo!” I called warmly.
After a brief embrace, we pulled apart.
“Let’s go, Ms. Carson. Mr. Johnny has been waiting quite a while for you,” Angelo said with a kind smile.
“How did my godfather know I was coming to the Winterbite Pack?” I asked, puzzled.
“This flight route belongs to the Estradas. Both you and Bill are on the VIP list, so the moment you boarded, he was alerted,” Angelo explained.
I raised an eyebrow, the realization clicking into place.
After a pause, I turned to Benjamin. “So, we’ll meet at the auction, then?”
“Alright,” Benjamin replied coolly.
“And you guys—who are you riding with?” I asked, glancing at Henry and the others.
“Of course I’m going with you!” Henry declared, practically glued to my side.
“I’m officially part of SI now, remember? I’ve got to follow our leader wherever she goes.”
Dominic didn’t say a word but silently moved behind me.
Benjamin shot a look at Zayd, and the usually robotic Zayd quietly stepped over to join my side too.
“Ben, even though you’re an Alpha, no one wants to join a ride with you,” Henry joked shamelessly, teasing Benjamin.
I raised my eyebrows smugly at Benjamin, who just gave me a helpless yet indulgent smile before turning and getting into his car.
Only then did I turn and get into my own van.
The Estradas’ car drove us to the best hotel in the Winterbite Pack’s territory, where the manager personally escorted us to the rooftop restaurant on the top floor.
The elevator doors slid open, and there stood Johnny, waiting for me.
“Godfather!” I jogged over and wrapped my arms around him.
“Ha! So you still remember I’m your godfather, huh? How long’s it been since your last call?” Johnny chided affectionately, leading me further inside as he spoke.
Behind me, Zayd and the others respectfully kept a measured distance, whispering to one another.
“Wow, Mr. Estrada has such an intimidating presence! He’s practically an Alpha himself.”
“But why do I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere before…”
Henry scratched the back of his neck thoughtfully, then tugged on Angelo’s sleeve. “Hey, what kind of business does Mr. Estrada do?”
“He does all kinds of business,” Angelo replied flatly.
The cold response made Henry freeze slightly, but he still quietly pulled out his phone and googled the keywords “Mr. Estrada” and “Angelo.”
The search results popped up instantly, displaying a lengthy list of titles and achievements for none other than Johnny—the world’s richest man.
No wonder even his butler acted so high and mighty. Hayley’s godfather turned out to be Johnny—the legendary tycoon.
His influence outranked most Alphas.
Zayd, ever observant, noticed Henry’s shocked expression and subtly glanced at the screen.
The words “World’s Richest Man: Johnny” jumped out at him. He quickly looked away, swallowing his own surprise.
Hayley’s POV:
Following Johnny to the table, I noticed we weren’t the only guests today.
A beta-rank girl two or three years younger than me radiated that wild, unrestrained fangirl energy.
“Scarlett, this is Ms. Carson,” Johnny introduced.
“Hayley, meet my daughter, Scarlett Estrada.”
So this was his biological daughter. Raised overseas, we’d never met before—but I didn’t expect her to be back in the country.
Scarlett reluctantly stood up, walked over to me, and said in French with clear arrogance, “Hi, nice to meet you. Let’s get along!”
She wore a triumphant smile, like she was certain I wouldn’t understand a word of French.