Wolf Bait (Perry and Jonas) novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187 

Violetta is packing things up when I sneak into her apartment. I haven’t been here in years and the rose gold wallpaper we put up when she turned eighteen looks amazing. I had just finished field training and I thought I’d surprise her. Things have changed. The wall leading into her living room used to be solid and now it’s been turned into a bunch of tiny diamond- shaped shelves that hold her fabric rolls. 

What was supposed to be a spare room was opened up to be a sewing and design space where she makes her clothes. The walls are a pretty blush pink with white polka dots. This place looks amazing. I love that she’s learned to be on her own. 

“What the fuck?” she pulls a small handgun from between her boobs and aims it at me. It takes her a moment to realize it’s me. Obviously, there’s literally no one else who can hack her system. I created it. She drops her hand, the empty box under her arms, and gently says: “What the fuck?” 

“I know. It’s a big change,” I agree. She all but runs to me and places the gun on the dining table before wrapping her arms around my waist. 

“Did it hurt?” 

“Just like shifting,” I shrug. 

“You’re supposed to be the small one. I’m five years older than you,” she smacks my stomach and then presses her hand to my toned abdomen. “You’re in therapy again?” 

“Yeah,” I nod. 

“What are you doing here? You could have been seen,” 

“You’re moving?” I avoid the questions. 

“Not for a few weeks, but yeah,” she says taking some stuff off the tables in her living room. 

“Did you get the tower finally?” 

“I must have been drunk when I told you that,” she laughs and brings them over to the table where she left the gun so she can wrap them. 

“We both were,” I nod. 

“I just need something to do,” she clears her throat. 

“Everything okay?” 

“The old man terminated one of the breeding sectors a few nights ago and-” she shrugs and places a vase on its side to roll it into the bubble wrap roll on the table. She stops for a moment shutting her eyes tightly. “They were kids. I mean they were freaky–looking kids, but they were kids and they were fucking terrified,” 

She pulls the bow–shaped chair and sits down to calm her trembling. She looks exhausted. Like she hasn’t slept in a few nights. Her pretty long hair is greasy. The bags under her eyes are starting to get dark and her skin is blotchy. 

One thing about Violetta Wilde is that she’s very high–maintenance. Most Alpha’s Daughters are. The last time I saw Vy like this was when she left her pack. Right after her dad beat the hell out of her in front of everyone in the packhouse. 

“Why don’t you go shower and I’ll make you something to eat?” I ask pushing some of her weird trinkets away from the edge 

of the table. 

“Okay,” she sighs and heads to her bedroom. 

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Chapter 187 

This is something we’ve always done. It’s been almost six years since the last time I did this for her. The last time she tried to help me was after Darren died and Mackenzie disappeared. Morgan had just fucked me over and I said some ugly shit to Violetta after she had picked me up from the hospital. 

It kinda left a huge rip in our friendship. It says a lot that she disclosed that to me. It means she’s tired and worst of all vulnerable. Two things you never want to be when being active. It’s a fast track to getting killed. Either by the assignment or by saying something that we won’t live to regret. 

It must not have been that long ago because her fridge is fully stocked. I start taking things out to make her favorite. Chicken alfredo. Domestic Vy hand makes the pasta in her pantry and I never miss an opportunity to eat it. 

My sauce and the chicken are done by the time she gets back with her moisturizing routine and a mirror in her arms. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“I need your help,” I say dropping the pasta into the salted water. 

“You are so fucking hard–headed,” she glares at me over her phone stand. 

“Yeah,” I agreed. 

“We are going to ruin a lot of fucking lives, Perry. We also don’t have the manpower to do this,” 

“I think I’m in love with my husband,” I admit. She stops massaging cream on her face and looks up at me. 

“You think?” she laughs. 

“Like for real. Not just because of the bond or whatever,” 

“What made you have this epiphany, Oh Chosen One?” she smirks. 

She reaches for her eye cream and goes over to the freezer for a couple of tubes. She then comes back and takes the top of the tube off before turning the bottom piece to reveal ice lipstick? She dips it into a glass of water and leaves it there. She then uses the eye cream tube to rub some of the product in before she works it into her skin with the ice lipstick tube. 

“What the fuck?” I shake my head. 

“Helps with swelling and bruising on the face. I haven’t been sleeping well,” she shrugs. 

“Genius,” I shake it off and continue making her food. “He’s a good person. Super chill and he makes the best food ever,” 

“All good reasons to love him,” she nods. “But that’s not what made you think that is it?” 

“It is not. I had a manic episode after the old man set me up to think Darren was still alive,” 

She drops the lipstick tube and shuts her eyes fighting back a growl. 

“I told you to fucking lie low, Perry,” 

“I have been,” 

“Are you okay? What happened?” 

“He–We want to offer up the science labs to your little Hybrid cousin–in–law in return for her to help us find and murder the old man,” 

“And the Lycans are going to fill in the gaps?” 

“Yeah, and we also have Knight’s support. He called his dad,” I add. She straightens up and takes a deep breath. “Jordan is