Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 15

JASON

"No," I say, but it’s a lie.

When I carried her from the backseat of the car into the tiny apartment, she’d slung her arms around my neck. Then, when I went to put her on the bed, she clung to me.

When I went to lay her down, she pulled me onto the bed and rolled until she was on top of me.

I was not expecting that.

In those moments with her on top of me… my wolf rumbles at the memory.

He’s a simple beast. Driven by food, fighting, women.

Any one will do. Female or shifter.

We have high standards but no real attachment. With the exception of my former fiancee Jennifer, my sexual encounters have been a string of one-night stands, and bedding female wolves from other packs.

The important thing was that any woman I fucked knew the score.

I didn’t want a relationship.

Jennifer had been an exception. And since her death those years ago, I had no desire for a repeat performance.

“What are you thinking about?” Grace whispers.

She’s sitting up, the blanket crushed against her chest.

“Your eyes…it’s like they go someplace else.”

Ha. She’d been fixated on my eyes last night too.

A man of rigorous control and training, how had I let my guard down to let her roll on top of me like that? But before I could get up, she touched my face with her hands.

”Your eyes are so beautiful,” she’d murmured, “I really... like them..."

"Like?" The word was not strange to me. After all, there were always women who said that they liked me, liked my eyes. My body. My wolf.

Insert whatever object/attribute they thought I’d like to hear.

When really, I preferred their silence.

The females in my life… they all want something, and flattery seems to be the forerunner of whatever request it is that they intended to make.

Yeah. Misogyny.

I don’t overthink it.

I’m not mistrusting of women, per say, I’m that way with everyone.

In the past, when I was young, my father would look into my eyes and go quiet—much like Grace is right now. Then my dad would mumble, "The kind of eyes you have are deceptive, Jason. They look like they're very emotional, but in reality, they're the most heartless. I don't know if you will be emotional or heartless in the future.”

As an Alpha, I had to be both.