Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 20

EVELYN

Since that night at the country club, I’ve been feeling anxious.

After all, Assistant Director Curtis's attitude that day had been really odd. He'd gone from praising me to slapping me, from desiring Grace to shoving my sister away.

Damn it. It should’ve been a simple evening.

He got what he wanted. I got what I needed.

Easy peasy.

And Grace…she’d been in prison for years, she should’ve been grateful for the attention. It’s not like anyone would want her now for the long term, not with her record, and certainly not any wolf would associate with her once they learned she was exiled. She didn’t even try to shift. She had no strength when I restrained her. So either her wolf was gone or something had made her disgustingly weak.

There was nowhere lower to go. My sister should’ve seen the chance with Curtis for the good opportunity that it was. Instead she’d caused some horrible fuss and I’m still not entirely sure of the fallout.

After a few days of Curtis not coming to the set, his older brother, the Head Director had also been replaced.

It doesn’t make sense.

As for the reason, no one in the film crew could seem to explain it. I think it has something to do with Curtis’ behavior at the hotel. I overheard his conversation. That human—and his brother the senior Director—they had both been scared.

A prickle of unease skitters along my skin.

I’m a little frightened too. That somehow…the fallout with the directors is connected to Grace.

I just learned from another actor on the set that Assistant Director Curtis had been hospitalized and that his right hand seems to be ruined for life.

I’m dumbfounded. His right hand... If I remember correctly, that was the hand that he had used to slap Grace.

I take a deep breath and try to lessen the panic rising inside.

Grace is a nobody. A convict. A rogue.

Once Sean rejected her, everybody else followed his lead.

But I can’t shake the feeling that these events are connected, and if they are, then…Grace has someone really powerful behind her. But how can that be? And who?

I shake my head.

If it is true… would she still be bitterly sweeping the road every day?

I don’t think so.

“Where were you the other night?” my father asks. “Beta Eric said he saw you… with Grace.”

Shit.

He’d never been warm to Grace, but I acknowledged that I had set my sister up to be sexually assaulted. My father—my Alpha—isn't stupid. He knows that too.