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ELEANOR

"What do you mean had?" I ask, meeting his gaze.

"I had a mate, but she...died." He said those words so slowly as if he would break if he went on too fast.

A gasp slipped from my lips so I brought my hands to my mouth. Alexander's mate is dead?

"H-how?" I ask, suddenly feeling nervous to know the cause behind his mate's death. A mate's death could drive werewolves insane to the point of seeking their own demise. That is how serious it breaks you when your mate bond is forcibly torn apart. You love the other too much you won't be able to make it or accept that the other has gone. Looking at Alexander now, he looks perfectly fine and confident when he stood in the meeting room, but I certainly did not know he had lost his mate.

"Killed. Someone from an enemy pack. We're still failing at finding out who the killer is, so the case had since remained unsolved." He looked at me unsure.

"Oh" Was all I ever was able to say.

Wait. If Alexander's mate died, then that means...