Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine

Chapter 83

I clear my throat. “What manner of business is this pertaining to?” I feel compelled to ask again.

"You will know when you meet Alpha Reed."

I undo the top button of my shirt. My body temperature is rising. It’s one of the symptoms of the body’s

need to shift. Of course, my wolf is anxious. How could he not be?

We drive for close to forty minutes.

I still have my cell phone on me. And I debate texting my father or notifying my pack. I don’t want to

create false alarm. But I also don’t know what I’m walking into.

And if something happens to me…

Then everything we’ve been building toward—all the wealth and security and power—it goes up in

smoke.

There is no pack merger, without my marriage to Lily.

We don’t leave the city—thankfully—but we do adjourn to the mansion that Pack Reed maintains within

the city limits.

This gives me a hint of relief.

If we’d gone into the rural territories, all bets would be off.

Alpha Reed is known to settle situations in our true forms.

By the old laws.

My wolf is powerful and we’d fight with tooth and claw to the death. But in a match with him, it is

unlikely that I would succeed.

The car stops at the door of the Reed Residence. I follow Terrence into the house and see Jason sitting

on the sofa, playing with an invitation card in his hand.

It’s my engagement card.

The one for the party Lily and I are hosting.

"We meet again," Jason says faintly.

I’m stunned. At this moment, Jason’s wearing an elegant grayish-blue suit. His hair is combed back,

showing his even features and pitch-black eyes. Up this close and alone with him, this Alpha’s power is

staggering.

It’s the kind of quiet, absolute confidence that tells any wolf in the vicinity that he holds all the cards and

calls all the shots.

Jason Reed’s smile now, is lazy, but every bit arrogant.

Next, I see the flash of gold. I feel the pulse of his wolf, and I recognize that is a fine thread of control

that separates the man from his wild beast.

My blood seems to freeze again, and even my breathing becomes ragged. it is an unfamiliar sensation

and I acknowledge it for what it is: fear.

It’s just like... the feeling I felt being stared at by this Alpha last night.

But yesterday, I had been in the dark while Alpha Jason had been out in the open.

At that time, I had been able to see Jason, but Jason Reed should not have been able to see me

clearly. But now, he was completely exposed to Jason's line of sight.

Alpha Reed arches a brow.

What had he been saying? Oh, he commented on ‘so we meet again’ and I guess that crook of his

brow meant a response is in order.

I nod slightly. "Yes."

I’m not even sure if he’s actually referring to last night.

"Did you mention what happened last night to someone else?" Jason asked in a careless manner. A

careless manner that is anything but.

Annnnd…there it is. Confirmation.

Shit.

My heart pounds.

Jason Reed sniffs the air as if taking in a favorite perfume. “Hmm. Answer the question, Sean. I won’t

ask twice.”

I’m still processing his admission.

This means that Jason Reed was indeed the man I’d seen holding Grace at the intersection. He was

the man visiting Grace at her low-income housing. He was the man in ragged clothes with unkempt

hair. And he was the same man, standing before me now.

He growls.

”No, I didn't mention it to anyone," I say.

"That's good," Jason nods. "I don't want anyone else to know about this."

I swallow past the lump in my throat. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what Jason wants. But if

Jason wants this arrangement—whatever it is, with Grace—kept a secret, then the fact that I know of

it… would not bode well for me.

Or my pack.

“I give you my word, Alpha.” I pledge. “My alliance is, of course to you. I swear fealty.” For now…

“Good.” Jason Reed rises from the sofa and approaches me. "Also, I don't wish to see you there again.

I don't care why you were there or what you were doing. But since you chose to break up with Grace

back then, don't come and look for her anymore. Is that clear?" he asks.

I’m rendered speechless with shock. Jason’s tone sounded threatening, but what’s more confusing is Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

the hint of possessiveness wrapped up in the words. Like Jason Reed wants Grace…all to himself.

Could it be that Jason actually does feelings for Grace...? I can’t believe it. The hair on the back of my

neck stands on end.

"I understand," I say with some difficulty.

"Alright, then you can go. Terrence, send Mr. Stevens back," Jason orders.

Terrence gives an affirmative nod.

I turn to follow him out, but without thinking I ask, “Alpha, are you saying there is something between

Grace and you…”