Filthy rich werewolves novel 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.

"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 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…”