Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 51

I swallow the initial ugly feelings that surface.

This is the bitch that killed my grandfather.

This is the wolf who stole my fiancee.

The same spiteful woman who’d pushed for me to be excommunicated by the Council and for the human courts to sentence me to ‘life in prison.’

Coming across her in the country club had been bad.

But I really didn’t expect to see her so soon again.

Lily looks the same as when I met her for the first time all those years ago.

She’s tall and thin in the way only actresses could be. Her skin has a perfect glow. Meticulously applied makeup, haute couture clothes, expensive designer handbag, Dior shoes.

She looks every bit the actress—and fiancee to one of the richest men in the city.

As a luna, born to the Alpha of Pack Atkinson and as the intended mate of Alpha Sean Stevens… she wears her position like a layer of armor.

If it hadn’t been for what she did to my grandfather, I might be more sympathetic. If someone had killed my sister—back before Evelyn showed herself for the evil person she is— I would’ve been outraged and wanted revenge too.

But it was an accident!

Lily hadn’t even been close to Jennifer. They were related, but for Lily to be so vengeful, so focused on hating Grace at every turn, even years later, it makes no sense.

Well, that’s not true. Lily wanted Sean. So there was motive there.

I can’t imagine what this wolf wants…

Annabelle, who was accompanying Lily, also notices me and she sneers. "I was wondering who this is. Isn't she the perpetrator who killed Jennifer? This sure is karma. I can't believe she's now here working as a sanitation worker.”

I remain silent although inside, I’m seething.

Like these two women just happened to be in this neutral zone in the city, walking around this industrial neighborhood in their fancy clothes.

I’m the only reason they’d be down here.