Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 39

JASON

“Grace, will you go somewhere with me?”

She looks confused but without asking where she says, “okay.”

I like that her trust is absolute.

The woman Mia Jenkins who’d mocked her and led her to the country club…she will be dealt with. “Is there something you want?” I ask.

This mousy human has the good sense to shake her head and leave. My patience for mean people is running thin as of late. Normally, I don’t involve myself with humans, but…

Grace is smiling up at me and I don’t dwell on the pettiness of that other woman or the drama of days past.

“It’s a surprise,” I tell her.

She nods excitedly.

I bought the bus tickets on a whim.

After all the bullshit at the country club and knowing how many people were gunning for this woman, I wanted a reprieve.

For both of us.

I text Terrence from my cheap phone, instructing him to clear the grounds and to prepare the caretaker’s cabin.

I don’t get into details. My beta knows me well enough to get the job done.

He’d certainly handled things to my liking with Greg Anders.

That wolf will be wishing he wasn’t born by the time we’re done with him.

Of course, it’s all been pinned on the noise, but the formal complaint that I directed to his father, the Senior Alpha reflect his assault on a ‘human’ in a public place, with enough human witnesses in the vicinity to garner even more severe repercussions should I choose to push my point.

For now, I’m fine hitting them where it really hurts.

Financially.

I’ve terminated all business dealings with Pack Anders. And moving forward, I dare them to try and find a pack in a thousand mile radius who will work with them.

They’ll need to relocate to the opposite coast if they have any hope of staying fluid.

Fuck ‘em.

“Come on, Grace,” I say.

And without a second thought, she follows me.

It’s a two hour bus-ride to my lands.

We pass the mansion and the neighboring town which contains about half of my pack and those older wolves who will never abandon these open spaces for high-rises in the city.

“Where are we going?” Grace finally asks.

She’s been quiet throughout the ride but peaceful too. A soft smile on her face and she’d occasionally point out something beyond the window. She smiles at me now. “It’s a good thing I’m off tomorrow. I think we’ll be back late.”

We’re not coming back tonight at all. But I don’t tell her that yet.

She has boots on and her work clothes, but where we’re headed, she’ll need something warmer.

“Here,” I say, handing her gloves and a hat. I bought them at the market so they’re not expensive, but she accepts them and thanks me like I’ve handed her diamonds. “And, no, these aren’t the surprise.”

She grins.

At the next stop, I stand. “This way.”

She follows me off the bus.

We’re on the edge of town and large stretches of forest surround either side of the highway.

I own this land. All of it.

She swipes her eyes and smiles brightly. “No. No. Thank you. I can’t experience things the way I used to… but I miss this.”