Filthy rich werewolves novel Chapter 35

“Max,” I say to the wolf security guard at my side, “Has any closed circuit video been erased?”

“Yes Beta.”

“Have the cameras been disengaged?”

Again, “Yes Beta.”

“Last question…did you watch the footage?”

Max nods.

Good. “Whatever he did just now, do it again."

Max grabs hold of Gregory’s arms. Two other wolves in our employ move to do the same to his other side. Greg may have been able to toss around a single, human female. But he won’t fare as well against three prime males from our pack.

These men have been training since they were kids.

They drag Greg back to the side of the pond.

It’s a pretty pool. Fountains and waterfalls surrounded by lush foliage mark the start of a beautiful glass-enclosed solarium. There’s a puddle on the walkway in the exact spot where Greg attempted to drown Grace.

“Do it,” I say.

They force Greg to his knees and his face under water.

He riots.

This dolt is strong, I’ll give him that. But my men elbow him in the back, and one restrains his legs.

He can buck all he wants, but he isn’t going anywhere.

When he starts to twitch with the true onset of drowning I say, “Bring him up.”

They lift his head out of the water.

He chokes and sputters and screams.

“Gregory… do you think it’s wise to disturb Alpha Reed’s meal again? You know how he feels about noise.”

The man stops yelling.

He’s still gasping for air.

“Again,” I say.

Over and over they drown him, stopping only when he’s on the verge of death or shifting.

Greg Anders is going to regret what he did here today. He’s going to regret a great many things.

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GRACE

I’m not trying to be mean. But my past is always going to collide with my future. Whether I like it or not. And a good guy like Gus, someone honest and innocent, he doesn’t deserve to be dragged into my drama.

“Thanks for understanding, Claire.”

Claire shakes her head. “Grace,” she says quietly. “This is no way to live. You don’t really want to be alone until you die, do you?”

She can’t understand my position.

I’m not just an ex-convict.

I’m a wolf-less wolf who can’t immerse in the human world, but who is also shunned from pack.

I have no choice but to be alone.

Inexplicably, a handsome face appears in my mind.

I have Jay. Well, not in a romantic sense. But we’d be family. For as long as it lasts. And that would be enough.

“I appreciate you, Claire,” I tell her before starting the long walk home.

I hope what happened at that country club is done and over.

But as I walk, I’m hit with an overwhelming sense of dread.

And fear…