Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 45

I shower and dress.

Rather than hike back through the woods, Jay leads me into town. There’s a bus waiting at the corner stop and we board quickly.

We’re the only two passengers.

I expect him to sit in one of the many vacant rows, but he plops down beside me.

I’m tired and sore and disappointed. As the bus pulls away, I rest my head upon his shoulder. “Thank you for trying,” I whisper.

He grunts.

We’re silent on the ride back to the city.

I’d hoped we could’ve stayed longer, but given how sick I was for the last twelve hours and Jay’s heightened senses, it’s probably best that we left quickly.

As the bright lights of the city come into view and we pass through Pack Stevens territory, I see a giant billboard.

It has Sean and Lily’s face plastered all over it. I groan.

“What?” Jay asks.

I snort. Then I point. "Do you know Sean?"

"The Alpha of the Stevens Pack?"

"You know him too then. Yes, he's the guy who's been in the news recently. Well, I suppose it’s more Page Six gossip than anything really newsworthy. He’s the groom in the marriage between the Stevens Pack and Pack Atkinson, and... he's also..." I hesitate for a moment before saying, "my ex-boyfriend."

Jason’s expression gives away nothing.

“What happened with Sean?” Jay asks.

I roll my eyes as we pass another giant billboard professing the love between him and Lily. Grand gestures are great for movies and books, but something about these many billboards that I see all over the city… they feel more like an advertisement of the couple’s power than any real declaration of love.

“Sister?” Jay prompts.

“We dated for a few years. We met when I was still in college. After I obtained my law degree, we talked about mating and having a proper wedding.”

“Oh?”