Filthy rich werewolves novel Chapter 47

"There should be ninety-nine," I say. “There have been media interviews in which AlphaStevens had said that there would be a total of ninety-nine projection ads, representing the love of ninety-nine lifetimes.”

“That’s quite the campaign,” Jason says mildly. But I know that tone.

“Yes,” I agree. And it has certainly elevated Ms. Atkinson. She’s a popular actress, but it’s been reported that she’ll have several leading roles in the next year.”

Jason despises the presence of wolves in the media. Needless exposure, he always says. For work or business affiliations, sure, but these days, too many wolves just wanted to be in the spotlight.

"Remove all of them," Jason says.

"All of the ads?”

"All of them," Jason repeats with certainty.

“Okay, sir.” My reply is automatic but my wheels are turning.

Had Sean or maybe Lily offended Jason in some way? When Jason had been engaged to Jennifer, it had marked a strong political marriage, with the promise of incredible financial gains for both. Of course, the Stevens had far more to gain. Reed Pack didn’t need them or their assets. But Jason had made no comments about the Stevens/Atkinson wedding, he had even accepted the engagement invitation from Sean’s family.

I’m puzzled. Then another thought occurs to me…

Could it be that Alpha Reed wants to withdraw the engagement ads because... of Grace?"

The idea is shocking.

Would Jason do that for a woman? Not even for the sake of Jennifer, who was going to be his luna, had Jason ever offended anyone in the supernatural world. And that’s what a move like this would do… it would send shockwaves through the wolf community.

Because it wouldn’t just be the ‘engagement’ that Jason was rejecting, but the merger of these two packs.

What did this woman, Grace, mean to his boss? Grace drove the car that ended Jennifer’s life.

I don’t understand. Not at all.

“Is there a problem?” Jason asks. He’s watching me carefully.

My loyalty is to my Alpha. My pack. My species.

It is not my place to question his motives or his authority.

I bow. “No Alpha.”

I leave the office quickly.

* * * * * * * * * * *

EVELYN

I’m standing in the corridor of the hotel that Pack Stevens owns. I’ve been in the lobby for a few hours, dividing my time between the lobby bar and the sitting area in the entry to make sure I could intercept Sean.