Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 46

JASON

99 lives…and they finally found each other.

My, but Sean and Lily had a great PR company.

He could see the angle for highlighting this merger. And, surely, that is why they had invited him to meet them for the dinner at the club.

But that meal was interrupted when Greg tried to drown Grace.

Yet…it seems they thought it acceptable to shout about their packs merging all around this city.

MY city.

I feel my wolf growling and pacing beneath my skin.

This is a bold move by Pack Stevens and Pack Atkinson.

I find myself both annoyed and angered by it.

And part of that is due to seeing how sad they make Grace. But from a position as the Alpha ruling this entire region, such a bold display is an insult.

One that will not be tolerated.

When we arrive in town, we exit the bus—one that I’d had Terrence charter exclusively for us—and make the walk back to her apartment building.

Grace doesn’t even notice that the bus didn’t make any other stops aside from the one a few blocks from where she lives.

When we get to the door, she claps her hands excitedly and retrieves a package.

I’m surprised it’s still here.

Well, I’m not entirely surprised. We’ve had surveillance on this building since I started spending my nights here. If someone attempted to steal the package, a member of my pack would have intercepted them.

“It’s here!” Grace proclaims cheerfully.

Once we’re inside, she tears open the package at the top and then hands it to me. “Go on. Open it.”

It’s a sweater.

The fabric is very soft and its decent quality.

On her salary, it was probably more expensive than the phone she bought for me.

“Isn’t it nice?” she says.

Not really.

But dutifully, I pull it over my head and model it for her.

At times, i feel this brother/sister relationship a little smothering. She means well, and these efforts and sacrifices amuse me, but I’m a grown man and don’t actually need someone to feed or dress me.

But then, in all fairness, I have presented myself as aloof and homeless and with a complicated pack relationship.

Grace is only treating me in deference to the details I have presented.

“This is nice,” I say.

She beams.

Suddenly, as if she has thought of something, she says, "Jay, bend down a little."

I lean down. Grace pulls my hair back.

"My brother is really attractive."

I laugh.

She sighs. "If you were to tie your hair back like this when you’re handing out flyers, you’ll have scores of girls chasing to snatch them from you.”

I shake my head. Yes, my purported job as a sign holder and distributor of flyers on the roadside.

"How about we go to the hair salon to tidy up your hair later? It's a pity that your beautiful eyes are always covered by it.”

I’m the most powerful Alpha on this coast. I could give a shit about my hair or clothes.

"You can wear this sweater tomorrow. Get changed and I'll wash it for you."

"Alright," I say.

Grace snaps a quick photo of me on her phone. “I’ve got to show this to Lina.”

Lina who threatened me with bodily harm.

I sigh.

Grace’s phone dings a few seconds later.

“What did she say?” I ask.

Grace grins. “She says: Nice sweater. Send me the link, I’ll buy one for my dad.” Then: ”By the way, your new younger brother is just like a clothes rack. He should try to be a model. There aren’t any real requirements besides being hot. And he checks that box.”

I shake my head bemusedly.